Holly had been anticipating this day ever since she had interviewed for the position with Ohio University. Three months after the interview she had accepted the university's job offer and now she had finally moved back to Ohio. Her hazel eyes sparkled as she read the road sign that declared the exit off of US33 for Athens, Ohio. How many times have I taken this ramp? Holly wondered as she left the highway and turned toward Ohio University, home of the bobcats.
She had graduated from Ohio with a Masters degree in Education and was now returning to her Alma Mater as the Dean of Education. A position she would never have imagined holding when she was a young naive freshman.
Her full and sensual lips parted to reveal an alluring smile as she crossed the bridge over Hocking River and entered the campus. Her mind raced over activities she had planned for her first day at work as the new Dean. Her smile broadened as she continued down Richland Avenue towards Baker University Center. At thirty three years old she was the youngest person to be appointed to a Dean's position and she knew there would be some resentment from the older factuality that now reported to her.
Let them resent her, she thought as she turned off Court Street and into the factuality parking lot. She couldn't resist the urge to rev the engine of her blue corvette. She stepped from her car and paused for a moment to admire the colonial architecture of the campus buildings. Her smile widen as she saw McCracken Hall and remembered a long ago night. Yes, she had fond memories of this place she thought as she walked towards her office.
The early morning heat caused her conservative baby blue blouse and navy blue skirt to lightly cling to her lithe body. Her reddish brown hair, a visible sign of her Irish heritage, barely brushed against her collar as she opened the door to the administration building.
Upon entering the building she turned right choosing to take the stairs to her office on the third floor. She had always kept her body toned and very seldom rode in an elevator or on an escalator. Her heels echoed against the walls as her firm legs and thighs propelled her up the staircase.
Suddenly she heard a door open on the landing below her. The sounds of conversation reverberated through the buildings corridor as two of her professors began to climb the staircase below her. Unconsciously her hips began to sway causing the hem of her conservative skirt to brush against the railing. The rustling sound seemed to entice and beg the men to look upwards.
The men fell silent and a jolt of electricity raced from her brain down her spine and finally settled into her hips as her imaginative mind envisioned the men looking up from below and staring at her panty encased womanhood. She blushed slightly with anticipation and at the thought of the embarrassment their stares would cause.
A familiar feeling was penetrating her groin as she reached the third floor landing and opened the door into the aisle that lead to her office. She heard the men resume their conversation as they exited the stairway at the second floor landing.
Holly strolled down the aisle until she reached room 317. The mahogany door had her name elegantly engraved on the titanium nameplate. Holly Galloway -- Dean of Education. She caught herself acting like a freshman as she almost knocked on the door. She shook the cobwebs out of her head and turned the brass knob and entered her carpeted office.
The light of the chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling shimmered off of the walnut paneling that lined the walls of her office. Four leather chairs and a matching couch faced her walnut desk. Two of the walls contained built in bookshelves that were filled with the works of classic authors. Hemingway, Blackstone, Stowe, Tennyson and Tolstoy were just some of names she read as she walked around the room to her desk.
Standing with her back to her desk she gazed out of her plate glass window. Her office window provided a panoramic view of the lovely south green. Straining her eyes she could just barely make out Martzolff House, the dorm where she started her college career. Looking left she could see fraternity row along College Avenue. Her mind traced her path from that long ago night. In her mind she named off each fraternity as her head turned and her eyes strained to see each house. She continued to smile as she remembered her path across campus through McCracken Hall past Voight hall and finally down to Sigma Kappa.
A knock at her door disturbed her reminiscence. She sat down in her high backed leather chairs as she called out. "Please come in."
At the sound of her voice, the door swung open and in walked three students. Holly guessed they were fraternity members from the swagger in their steps and the crest embroidered on their shirts. "Good morning gentlemen." She said as she walked from behind her desk and shook hands with her nearest guest. "Alpha Epsilon Pi I believe." She said looking at the fraternity crest on his shirt.
"Yes, Miss Galloway, Thad Turner interfraternity council president." The young man stammered as his eyes riveted on her blouse. "We're here to welcome you to the university."
"I've heard of the council's excellent reputation." She said as she tried to gaze into the eyes of the six foot blonde headed young man. "Please take a sit and thank you for the warm welcome."
"Delta Tau Delta, I believe." she said turning to the slightly shorter dark haired man that was standing behind Thad.
"Yes, Miss Galloway, Mark Livingston, Vice president, nice to meet you."
"Nice, to meet your, I have fond memories of the Delts. Please take a seat." She said gesturing him to a chair.
"Sigma Pi I believe." She said as she shook the hand of the last student who was red headed and much shorter than the other two representatives of the council. "It would appear we have something in common." She said touching her hair.
"I'm pleased to meet you Miss Galloway. Joe Mckemman at large delegate for the council." He had said as he shook her hand.
"Please be seated." She said walking behind her desk and sitting in her high backed swivel chair. She smiled at the men and asked what they would like to discuss knowing they could have no idea that she would prefer to be discussing their sexual habits instead of any subject they might bring up.