Jenna gazed at the clock on the wall and sighed heavily. After what seemed like hours, in actuality only 5 more minutes had passed since she last checked. 'At least I only have to wait another 15 minutes before this torture ends,' Jenna thought to herself, laying her head down upon her desk. Her English teacher, Mrs. Bendis, was pretty cool, but when you had something this important on your mind, nothing registered. Jenna glanced up at the clock again, smiling when she saw that another 5 minutes had passed, these 5 much more quickly than the others. '10 more minutes baby!' Jenna grinned, her white cotton panties already wet with eager anticipation. In ten minutes Jenna had a meeting with Principle Johnson...a meeting she had been looking forward to all day.
Some might say Jenna was a bad seed, but she really wasn't. Jenna's father was a lawyer and her mother a doctor, and all that wealth had been given to her freely, spoiling her. Upon reaching the age of 14, Jenna had been enrolled at the prestigious Mystic Valley Prep School, where "Children turn into Adults!" She had been held prisoner here for 4 years. While that was all fine and dandy, at her current age of 18, Jenna didn't care about the big house and yard, the pool, the cars, the money. She wanted something different, something exciting to happen in her otherwise boring life. That's when she started getting into trouble.
It had all started out so innocently, with Jenna trying cigarettes for the first time in the girl's bathroom and getting caught. Then, it was cutting classes, then cutting school. The feeling of being considered "bad" and a "trouble-maker" made Jenna feel great. It was the excitement of getting caught that made her feel things that, until then, her body never felt. Every time she got into trouble, Jenna began feeling strange. Her body would tingle and her legs would wobble, and she would always end up wet between the legs. Later, Jenna discovered that this was merely her body and subconsciousness becoming horny, excited at the fact that she was bad.
So, Jenna started taking her antics to another level, this time with the dual motivation of getting into trouble and pleasuring herself at the same time. She started having sex with some of the boys from the school in the strangest places she could find on school grounds. In the janitor's closet giving a blowjob to Bobby Thompson; getting fucked by Darryl Henderson in the back of his car in the parking lot during lunch period; having anal sex with Tim White behind the stage during the school's production of Oklahoma!. Jenna loved the feeling of sex, the feeling of a cock thrusting into her wet pussy, or the tightness and initial discomfort of a hard cock sliding into her ass, or the taste of some boy's hot, sticky cum hitting the back of her throat as she sucked him off. She needed sex, wanted sex, and had to have it in the vulnerable places where she knew they had a good chance of getting caught.
Then Jenna had first met Principle Johnson, and she knew what, and who, she had to do next. Principle Johnson was the new guy at the Prep School, having just been hired in the middle of a semester. One afternoon, Jenna had gotten caught writing some graffiti on a wall outside the school, and was immediately sent to Johnson's office. There Jenna fell in love for the very first time.
Principle Johnson was a tall and imposing man, 6'3" with a large frame of 225 lbs, but very nicely built. He had graying black hair, and piercing green eyes, and Jenna guessed his age around 54. He laid into Jenna hard, yelling at her for being such a "bad seed" in the school and professing to kick her out if things didn't start getting any better. During that first meeting Jenna didn't hear one word. She just kept staring at Principle Johnson's crotch and wondering whether or not he had a big cock.
From that point on, Jenna's antics increased tenfold. It seemed like everyday she was sent to see Principle Johnson for some reason or another. Jenna took every meeting as a chance to seduce this stunning older man. Before she would enter his office, Jenna's white uniform blouse would mysteriously pop open 2 or 3 buttons, exposing her large C-cup cleavage. When she would sit across from the screaming Johnson, Jenna would shift in her seat, raising her plaid skirt higher and higher, exposing more of her smooth milky white thighs. And although Johnson's voice never faltered, his eyes never roamed, Jenna knew he noticed, and knew he approved. So, as Mrs. Bendis went on about the "Great Somebody-or-another," Jenna waited for the final bell, knowing that this time her meeting with Principle Johnson would be all or nothing.
That time finally came and Jenna sprang from her seat upon hearing the dismissal bell. Although eager to meet with Principle Johnson, Jenna lingered after school some, letting the halls and, more importantly, the main office, clear out. Waiting in the bathroom, Jenna sat on the toilet, closing the stall door with her foot. This was the true torture of the day. Jenna spread her legs apart slightly and ran her hand up along her thigh and across her panty-clad pussy. 'Wet already,' Jenna smiled to herself, raising her damp fingers up to her mouth, her tongue tasting her own sweet juices. She had never been this horny before, and although Principle Johnson had never even touched or outwardly looked at Jenna in any manner other than professional, she knew that today was the day she would have his hard cock inside of her.
After a few more tense and excited minutes, Jenna left the bathroom and headed down the hallway to the main office. Entering the office, she saw one lone secretary packing up her things. It was Johnson's secretary. "Hello Jenna, Principle Johnson is waiting for you inside," the secretary absently stated, sliding past Jenna and out the door before any response could be made.
Jenna ran her fingers through her short, shoulder-length light brown hair, straightened and smoothed her plaid uniform skirt and opened Johnson's door. Inside, Principle Johnson sat behind his desk, his broad frame resting comfortably on a high-backed leather chair. He was apparently reading something and his head lifted up when Jenna entered. "Ah, Jenna," Johnson smiled. "Glad to see you didn't forget our little meeting. Please come in and sit down."
Jenna shut the door behind her and with a quick flick of her fingers, a move she was positive Johnson didn't see, locked the door behind her. Jenna crossed the room and sat on the leather couch opposite Johnson's oaken desk. Smiling, Johnson rose from his chair and crossed over to the front of his desk, sitting on the end. Jenna took this moment to slide her body further back into the couch, causing her skirt to slide up further, giving Principle Johnson a perfect view of her upper thighs, and if she wanted, a perfect view of her panties.
"So, Jenna," Principle Johnson began, "You do know why you are here, don't you? Vandalizing school property is a very serious offense here at Mystic Valley Prep School."
Jenna nodded shyly, discreetly crossing her right leg over her left, raising it a little higher than usual. "What shall we do about this Jenna?" Johnson continued, apparently not even fazed by Jenna's subtle seduction. "I mean, both your parents are rich, affluent people in Mystic Valley and I'm sure they would be very upset and embarrassed if this sort of thing got out to their circle of friends." Again Jenna nodded, lowering her eyes to Johnson's crotch, trying to see if he was hard at all. "Well young lady," Johnson continued, rising up and walking over to the door. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Jenna didn't know what to say right now. She was so horny for this man and she needed to do or say something, anything to make him realize this, but all that escaped her lips was "I'm sorry."
Johnson's hand checked the door and smiled when he saw that it was already locked. "You little vixen," he said to himself.
"What was that sir?" Jenna asked.
