[It has been some time since I submitted my last segment in the College Adventures series. I encourage you to read the prior entries to best understand what transpires here. I am always interested in any comments and suggestions you might have. Enjoy.]
The speaker on my desk buzzed and I flipped the switch. Jen, who served as my office assistant and personal whore said, "President Warwick, Trisha Campbell's mother is here to see you."
I leaned back in my chair and smiled. An interesting development. Apparently, Trisha wasn't quite yet as much under my control as I had thought and I was clearly going to have to rectify that. In the interim, however, it seemed that I was going to have to deal with her mother. I pressed the speaker button – "Show her in Miss Martin."
The door soon opened and Jen walked in, followed by a stunning vision of beauty. Trisha Campbell's mother was perfection personified. Shoulder-length raven-black hair framed her face. Penetrating green eyes shrouded under thick black lashes. Her olive skin radiated and as I approached her, a lilting fragrance of lavender made me smile. She was tall, with an excellent build. An ivory-colored silk blouse clung to her physique – the top two buttons were undone – lending to an effect that was devilishly revealing, teasingly scintillating, but in perfect taste. A grey wool skirt hugged well-toned hips and ended just below mid-thigh – revealing a pair of thighs and calves that were breathtaking – even if I were an admitted ass man.
I stood and walked around my desk, never taking my eyes off the woman. It wasn't much of a task to keep my eyes on her face rather than the open neckline of her blouse given her stunning appearance. I reached out to shake her hand and introduce myself. "Mrs. Campbell. So very nice to meet you. I'm Jason Warwick, President of McCalester College. Please call me Jason."
She smiled. "It's Ms. Olivia Campbell, and please call me Liv."
I directed her toward a large leather chair, and after she sat, I followed suit in the chair opposite her. My interest in her was clear, and I was sure it elicited the playful smile that graced her lips. I worked diligently to keep my eyes on hers, but failed repeatedly – her legs were nearly irresistible – especially the way in which they disappeared deliciously under the grey wool of the skirt.
"President Warwick..." she stopped briefly and smiled as I started to correct her. "Jason...I understand from Trisha that there's something of a problem."
I thought of Trisha and the last time I saw her several nights ago in my university-provided residence just above us. On her hands and knees in front of me, my hand grasping a thick knot of her hair, my cock buried deep between her thighs, thrusting rhythmically, listening to her moan with each thrust, my other hand slapping her ass. Remembering how I exploded when she begged me to cum in her. Needless to say, I had to shift in my chair to hide my growing erection. I smiled at Liv and said, "I honestly don't think there's any problem here. We did have a slight complication earlier. But Trisha and I have negotiated a solution that works for all parties involved. And one I might say, that I think both of us are quite happy about."
She smiled. "Well. If Trish were okay with the solution, I probably wouldn't be here right now, would I? As I understand it, she may not be able to graduate. And her admittance to a number of graduate schools is in jeopardy. Is that correct?"
I smiled again. Such lovely legs. I wondered what she would look like on her knees, her fingers wrapped around my prick, and my cockhead sliding between those full lips. I had to stop fantasizing and gather a little self-control here. My cock was raising a tent in my pants and it wasn't going to be easy to hide if I kept this up.
"Liv, I assure you that at the moment there's no real problem here. I honestly think it best if Trish and I continue to resolve any problems in the manner we've already set in motion. She will graduate on time, admittances to graduate schools will be as common as the spring rains, and everyone will be happy." Especially me, I thought, since we were still early in the spring semester and there were months to go til the end. And fucking Trisha as often as possible was going to continue as one of my priorities for the next few months until the end of the semester arrived.
"Jason, nothing is more important to me than Trisha and her future. I will do anything to make sure that both of them are secure. For this reason, I'd like to know what the issue is and how I might be able to help my daughter."
I faced Liv, and smiled again. This was going to be interesting. "Liv, I really don't think this is something for you to concern yourself with. Nor do I think you really want to be concerned with it. However, if you absolutely insist on proceeding, I'm sure you and I can work this out between us." I smiled again.
She stared at me intently. Considering. I took her in with my eyes like one would draw in a breath of air. Completely. Silky black hair caressed her shoulders. One hand rested on the arm of the chair, the slender fingers of the other rested lightly on her thigh.
I stood up, thankful that my erection had subsided. I buzzed Jen, and asked her to come in. As she entered, I looked at her and said, "Ms. Campbell and I have some matters to discuss of a personal nature. I realize that it's late, but if you'll stay just a bit longer, I have a couple more requests of you."
I turned to Liv, smiled at her once more, and asked, "Can I offer you a drink before we get started?"
I poured two scotches over ice and walked back over to her, handing her the glass. I walked back to my desk and leaned against it, raising the glass to her and taking a drink of the soft brown liquid, watching her do the same.
"Once again, Liv, I assure you that I have personally worked with Trish to resolve this issue, and I consider anything that might have been problematic to now be a non-issue. I really think it best if you leave it to me to make sure the matter is handled appropriately."