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But I fucked hard, and I wouldn’t hold back when it came to her.

“Ah, there you are,” Della said with a smile as I arrived back in the dining room. “Would you like a cup of coffee with your dessert?” she asked.

“No, thank you, Della. I’m headed home after this. Dinner was great,” I told her, taking a bite of the apple pie she didn’t make herself.

Della was a great cook, but baking wasn’t her strength.

“You’re welcome to come by whenever you want, and I’d love for your brother to come have dinner with us sometime soon.”

She didn’t need to invite my brother just to show how kind she was, but if that’s what she wanted, and if that meant I’d see Valley in a short skirt and tight shirt again, I definitely wouldn’t say no to another dinner at the Bentley’s.

10

“Miss Bentley, would you please come to my office?”

I turned to look at Mr. Thompson, the headmaster of this school. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked innocently, knowing the answer to that already.

I never did anything to be called into the headmaster’s office, so this was new and surprising to me.

“Please, just come into my office,” he repeated, holding out his hand to gesture the way to it.

I looked at Kennedy who was watching me with a questioning look, and when she raised her brows even higher, I let out a laugh.

“I did nothing wrong. He probably just wants to complain about my uniform,” I said, knowing I had pulled my skirt up a little too high this morning, feeling even more confident than ever.

“Well, whatever it is…please don’t provoke him. I don’t want you to be kicked out of here.”

I rolled my eyes at her words and shook my head. “I won’t get kicked out. Remember all the money my Dad put into my education. Besides, I’m at the top of my class, if not the whole freshman year.”

“You’re right. I forgot that hiding behind all that dirtiness is a very smart brain,” she said with a grin.

It was true, but just because I had enough knowledge and capability to finish college two years earlier, didn’t mean I always put those things to good use in my free time.

I had a great night with Frank, imagining it was Riggs stroking his cock while I told him to use his other hand to massage his balls and even play a little with his asshole.

Frank was surprisingly brave last night, and he told me he really enjoyed how I pushed his limits and showed him that coming while one of his fingers was in his butt felt incredible.

It was time for him to explore a little more, and I was proud to be the one to show him all these new things.

I picked up my backpack from the floor and left Kennedy by our lockers while I followed Mr. Thompson into his office.

“Is it important?” I asked, but before he answered my question, Mr. Trapani was sitting in one of the chairs, leaned back and with his fingers brushing along his stubble covered jaw.

“Let’s say it’s important we find a solution for what I’m about to tell you.”

Mr. Thompson sat down in his big chair and let out a heavy sigh, then he looked at Mr. T before clicking his pen a few times, unsure of how to start this conversation as he eyed my clothes.

Wait…this really is about my uniform.

“Am I dressed inappropriately?” I asked, sounding somewhat challenging and raising a brow at Mr. Trapani.

“Let’s say we’ve had some complaints,” Mr. Thompson said, his eyes back on my face again.

“From whom?”

“Some of the seniors.”

Right.

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