This is not a finished work...I haven't written in a year. Any opinions or suggestions are welcome, just be nice.

In the quaint halls of St. Benedict’s, autumn leaves danced like confetti under the golden afternoon sun. Peter, the dean of students, often found solace in the solitude of his office, buried beneath stacks of admissions files. His office window overlooking the campus lawn that was filled with lush trees, manicured gardens, and at this exact moment students studying. The prestigious school buzzed with an air of exclusivity, a place where ambition thrived, yet shadows lingered in the corners. Peter often was caught lost in lost staring at his own shadow like it held the answers to whom he should allow to enroll and who to ignore.

Trinity, the school secretary, flitted in and out of Peter’s world, her laughter echoing like music. She had a knack for finding humor in the most mundane tasks, and her vibrant spirit contrasted sharply with the rigid walls of academia. Peter often caught himself stealing glances at her, captivated by her zest for life. She was definitely the opposite of Peter’s more stoic studious persona. Even physically they were opposite. Peter was tall, lanky and lean muscle, dark hair, emerald green eyes, and a pair of glasses he wore for reading. Trinity was five foot tall if that, all her features seemed petite just like her. Her nose would be considered an upturned heart, clear blue eyes, hair that resembled a fire set alight with the sun. Her curves while small, one could not mistake being that of a woman’s.

One crisp November day, a polished woman named Wendy stepped into the office, clutching a folder filled with her son’s achievements. She was determined to secure a place for him at St. Benedict’s. As Peter reviewed the documents, he sensed Wendy’s desperation, her well-manicured hands trembling slightly. Her pleas to allow her son in bouncing off all the walls in the room and Peter’s ears.

“Admissions can be competitive,” he said, attempting to offer reassurance.

Just then, Trinity entered with steaming mugs of tea. “Thought you might need a little warmth,” she smiled, her eyes sparkling. The tension shifted, and Peter noticed how stiff Wendy became in Trinity’s presence. This was unusual as Trinity’s energy was so out of this world friendly. It made Peter sit up straighter himself and think of what could have possibly caused this.

Wendy continued to pull out achievements, awards, and accolades about her son. Peter feigned attention and interest while his mind was on Trinity and how she bent over almost directly in his face to set the tea down on the table between him and Wendy. He had images of sliding that skirt she wore up over her pert little ass and showing her just how he could own her. He slightly shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Mrs. I’m sorry what did you say your name was? If you would like to leave the file, I will personally go over it and get back to you.” Peter spoke.

“Darling, my last name is Darling” Wendy replied with a smooth flirtatious tone.

Peter controlled his expression and smiled outwardly in a friendly manner. Of course it would be that name. He had never liked anyone named Wendy, part of him believed it was because it was his father’s favorite fairytale to read to him as a child and he resented everything to do with his father. Unfortunately, he couldn’t ever bring himself to change his name or he would have.  He stood from his wingback chair and held out his hand for Wendy to shake. Wendy herself stood straightening her pant suit out and reaching out her own hand. Peter had to admit when it came to shape Wendy’s wasn’t bad, he just couldn’t handle that name. She was probably 5’7” and had those thick person curves on a smaller frame. Larger than Trinity, but comparing the two women was like comparing night to day. He preferred the petiteness of Trinity with the average breasts that were natural, not the ones that accompanied Wendy that some doctor probably installed a couple years ago.

“Thank you Mr. Vela-Estrela.” Wendy said as she delicately placed her hands in his, batting her lashes as she lightly squeezed his hand.

Peter waited until Mrs. Darling left before sitting back down. He shuffled all the papers back into the folder, and put it at the bottom of his stack. He had no intention of allowing that woman nor her son onto his campus. He moved then to his desk, turning to watch out the window as the winds scattered more leaves from the trees. His mind went back to his earlier thoughts. Trinity had on a blue skirt today that hugged her small frame perfectly and matched the exact shade of her eyes. He wondered what bra and panties were hidden beneath the pastels she had chosen to wear. He closed his eyes and let his brain continue down that path.

Trinity quietly slips into his office and locks the door behind her back. His eyes never left her small form as she walked towards him, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

“Yes, Trinity, is there something I can do for you?” He huskily asked.

Instead of responding, Trinity walked around his desk, her fingertips gliding along it’s polished surface. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands greedily going to his belt. He watched in awe as her deft fingers had his belt and pants undone in seconds. Pulling his already semi-hard length out. Her eyes peered up at him finally, not asking for permission but seemingly begging for a taste. A slight shake of his head was all it took for her tongue to flick out across his tip. Sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. He groaned as her tongue continued to salivate over his length, her fingers wrapping around the base. He was afraid to move and cause her to stop the slow torture she was beginning. His hands itched to grab hold of her locks and force his tip past her sweet pout.

Trinity must have read his mind because she licked from his balls to his tip at that very moment and sucked him in past her perfect lips. Her mouth felt like heaven, she swirled her tongue as she drug him further in, his groans of approval egging her on. His hand reached up for her cheek, seeking permission to tangle into her hair. Her eyes met his as she swallowed, forcing his cock to twitch between her lips. He slid his hands into her hair, pulling it off her face, watching as she bobbed up and down on him.

“Ahh fuck”  came out of his mouth followed quickly by “Yes, like that mmmfff”

Her giggle vibrated his cock in such a sexy way he wanted to do it again. He was already so close he could feel his balls start to tighten. His mind quickly raced to whether he should warn her he was going to cum or if he should surprise her and paint her face, letting her wear his mark like a badge of honor. The thought of those icy blue eyes shocked by the squirt of his cum brought him to the edge. As soon as he felt her small hands squeeze his balls as she slammed him into her mouth gagging he was done for. In a shout he started to cum, pulling out so the last few spurts hit across her lips and cheek.

Trinity didn’t even bat an eye, she took her finger and scooped the cum and deposited it onto her tongue, licking her finger clean like it was a lollipop. The whole time her eyes danced in merriment at getting him off. He quickly stood grabbing her by the waist as he did. He deposited her on the desk and pushed her skirt up. His tongue was dying to know if her lips tasted as sweet as he imagined. He took a moment to appreciate how ravaged she looked, leaning back slightly, legs on the arms of his chair, skirt up around her hips. She had on white lace panties that would be perfectly demure if not for the fact they were lace and completely soaked by how turned on she was. A smirk played on his lips as he traced a finger up her thigh getting closer and closer to the apex. Her breaths became more rapid and more shallow as she watched his finger, her eyes begging him to touch her. 

“Tell me what you want” he ordered as his fingers skimmed across her panties. Her breath hitched when his finger went across her swollen bud.