Jillian was studying in the library when her best friend Lindsay rushed in, looking like she had the fright of her life. She could barely contain herself as she hustled Jillian over into a corner. Looking around nervously, her eyes darting back and forth, she looked scared and nervous and excited all at once.
Jillian was concerned as her friend was ordinarily not like this at all, she was a fun loving happy go lucky type, a cute as a button blonde with shoulder length straight hair, an adorable face, small but perfect breasts and an ass that Jillian would kill for. Not that Jillian had any worries in the looks department, either. She was a tall tanned brunette with long legs and beautiful breasts. The two were co captains on the cheerleading squad and inseparable since they were kids. Lindsay was a month younger than Jillian, having just celebrated her 18th birthday.
"Linds, what the hell is the matter?" she asked.
"OMG OMG I think he fucked her. I can't believe it, I think he fucked her! Holy shit!" Lindsay babbled.
"Who? what? Lindsay, look at me!" Jillian grabbed the blonde by her arms and shook her.
Lindsay seemed to calm down, she lowered her voice to a whisper, pulled Jillian closer and told her story.
It had started when she and another girl, Lisa Vasquez, a gorgeous Spanish girl that both Jillian and Lindsay had classes with, were summoned to the professor's office. Lindsay was a little concerned that she was in trouble (Lindsay was always in trouble) but Lisa was scared to death, and Lindsay couldn't figure out why. All Lisa would say was
"It's my turn, it's my turn." She was shaking as they went into the professors' office. The Professors' secretary, Ms Collins, gave them an odd smile as they waited outside his door.
Lindsay always thought Ms Collins dressed like some sort of stripper instead of an office worker, her curvy body barely covered by her short skirt and blazer with a see through blouse. A lot of the girls theorized that her and the professor had a thing going. Lindsay couldn't help notice that the older woman's nipples were hard and sticking straight out of her shirt. Odd since it wasn't cold at all in the office.Lindsay noticed with a shock that Ms Collins was staring directly at her and Lisa's tits. She ruffled through her papers on her desk, and asked Lisa and Lindsay to both confirm their birth dates, which Lindsay thought odd. Lisa, like Lindsay, had also very recently turned 18.
The intercom buzzed, and Ms Collins ushered the two girls into the professors office. Lindsay's heart sank as she saw the look on the professor's face. Definitely trouble, she thought. Ms Collins steered the two girls into two chairs in front of the professor's desk and then left, closing the door as she walked out, one last smirk in the girls direction as she went.
The professor was sitting at his desk, glowering, and wasted no time getting down to business. He pulled out a plastic baggie and tossed it on the desk. Staring directly at Lindsay, who knew she was screwed even before the unmistakably sweet smell of the weed hit her nostrils, as she recognized the bag she had thought safely hidden in the bottom of her gym locker.
"Fuck." She said softly.
"Indeed." The professor replied. Lisa looked petrified, and Lindsay was confused. Lisa Vasquez wasn't the sort to get into trouble, she was studious and quiet. She couldn't help having the body of a porn star.
"Welcome back, Lisa." The professor said, staring the young girl down for a long moment, making her uncomfortable under his gaze.
Indifferent, the professor noted with a smirk the silver cross on a chain that hung between Lisa's perfect dark breasts, her v neck sweater accenting them perfectly. Lisa couldn't meet the professor's eye, and was shaking like crazy.
This is nuts, Lindsay thought. Why bring Lisa in? The professor steepled his hands and stared at the two frazzled young girls for another long moment.
"So. I see a clear cut expulsion here, Lindsay, and now that you are 18, criminal charges as well. Nice work. I will call your parents and the police as soon as we are done here."
"No! Please!"
The professor held up a hand for silence.
"Or, we can handle this in house." He stood up, suddenly, alarmingly. The girls shrank back a little in their seats. The professor put his hands on his desk and leaned forward, looming over them.
"Decide! Now!" He demanded.