Page 4 of Dean Daddy

Her confusion about my overture confirms her innocence and touches my heart in a peculiar way. I don’t know how she managed to spend so much time on her own without gaining a hint of street smarts, but she’s like a delicate flower that needs protection from the ugliness and pollution of the world. And well, I’m just the guy to provide that for her. Seeing her expression when I kissed her hand confirms that she’s willing to at least explore that possibility.

We eat our lunch and head back to the college to continue her tour, but I sense that she’s still unsure about my intentions. I’ll have to amp things up a little to remove any doubt.

“I need to stop by my office. I don’t carry my cell phone in the halls. It sets a bad example for the students,” I tell her and lead her back to my private space. When the door closes and we’re alone, I turn to her, keeping her pressed against the door.

“You didn’t say anything when I told you that I wanted to date you…or something,” I capture her gaze with my eyes and hold it there.

“I wasn’t sure what to say,” she mutters and I take a step closer.

“I think you’re feeling the same things that I’m feeling. Am I right about that?”

“Well, I think you’re attractive…” I take two more steps in her direction and watch as a kind of forbidden desire washes over her.

“Do you wonder what it would be like to be with me?” I’m right on top of her now.

“Yes,” her breathy voice speaks of longing.

I rest my hand on the wall above her head and look down at her. The blood pulses through my erection, urging me to pounce like a lust-consumed animal.

“So, if I take your face in my hand like this,” I caress her soft cheek, “and kiss you like this.” My synapses spark and crackle as my lips meet hers. “You’ll beg me for more. Right, sweet girl?”

She wraps her arms around my neck and I feel her firm tits against my chest. I’m sure she can feel my huge cock on her belly, too. Our tongues dart and twist in a passionate dance and I grab the small of her back, pulling her tightly against my rock-hard member.

My mind races with thoughts of ripping off her clothes and making her mine right here. Why should we wait when the need is this strong? No, she’s not the cheap, meaningless quickie kind of girl. If I want to keep her, I have to control my urges no matter how painful that might be. This doesn’t stop me from rubbing my cock on her. Hell, she’s got me so crazed I could probably come from the friction.

She nearly jumps out of her skin when someone knocks on the door. It’s a terrible jolt back to reality and when I step aside, she races across the room and fixes her crumpled outfit. She’s red in the face and out of breath just like me. When she sits down, I open the door.

“Good afternoon, Mason.” It’s David Nelson from the language arts department. “I heard we had an assistant professor starting today and I wanted to introduce myself.” He invites himself through the door and walks straight to Marcie with his hand extended.

He shakes her hand wildly and says, “I’m Professor Nelson, journalism and English lit. I have an opening for an assistant and would love to work with you. You don’t have an assignment yet, do you?”

Nelson is about thirty and has a kind of youthful charm in a nerdy sort of way. He wears his blonde hair a little on the long side and has piercing green eyes. He’s fit but with a frail, wiry frame. We’re around the same height, but he weighs close to a hundred pounds less than me.

He ends up with at least one or two students falling for him every year. I can’t say for sure if he acts on any of their advances, but there have been unsubstantiated rumors in the past. I observe Marcie to see if she’s taken in by him but she seems oblivious. Still, there’s no way that I’m letting her work with him.

“Actually, David, Marcie’s chosen discipline is in the sciences not humanities, so I’m going to place her in that department,” I assert.

“Oh, come on! They already have three assistant profs and two student teachers. Can’t we spread the love a little?” he complains.

“Sure. Present two candidates for student teachers and I’ll approve them for you, but Marcie won’t be working with you.”

Marcie smiles and says, “It was nice meeting you, Professor Nelson. Good luck with your student-teacher search.”

I clench my fists as David replies, “Thanks, Marcie. I hope I see you around campus.”

“We were just about to head over to the science wing, David. Please excuse us,” I open the door and usher him out.

“I get the impression that you don’t like him very much,” Marcie says when he leaves.

“I get the impression he likes you too much. Stay away from him.” I reply.

“Are we really going to the science wing?” she asks me.

“Eventually, but first, we need to finish what we started,” I pull her in close and kiss her again.

She feels so good but I can’t keep doing this to myself. If I don’t let her go, I might lose control, so I try to shake myself back to reality and take her on a tour of the science wing.

“When we leave here, I’ll take you to dinner and drive you home. It gets dark early and you shouldn’t be taking the bus alone after dark.”

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