Katie Matlin sat in the student council office staring at the plies of paperwork she was supposed to fill out in order for Simpson to approve a school dance. She was stressed, the student body was getting antsy, and Katie could feel a growing strain on the muscles in her neck.

She definitely needed some kind of release.

Unfortunately for her, Drew had a concussion from football season, and strenuous activity was out of the question. Not that they had done anything sexual, but lately Katie's pussy was aching for attention. She would find herself startling awake after a naughty dream, her panties slick with arousal, and having to rub her pussy until she was shaking and whimpering.

In fact, Katie could feel the familiar horniness taking over her. Glancing around to make sure that there wasn't anybody around and that the windows were drawn, Katie shifted the khaki uniform skirt up around her waist. She ran a finger over the crease where her pussy lips met over her drenched panties. A low moan pushed passed her lips, and Katie wasn't able to hold it in anymore. With one hand she pulled the fabric away from her cunt, and with the other Katie dipped into her folds to find her hard, already-throbbing clit.

Slowly, Katie rubbed a few slow circles, but the friction wasn't enough. She started to flick her finger faster over the hardened nub. "Yes," she groaned, canting her hips into her own fingers.

"I'll just meet you at the loft, Fi, I want to check out my old office; make sure the new Pres. hasn't fucked with my perfection too much," a teasing voice just outside the office made adrenaline flood Katie's body. She ripped her fingers away from her pussy and had just adjusted her skirt when a gorgeous, curvy redhead entered the office with a flourish. "Oh, you're here. I was kidding, by the way," Holly J Sinclair smiled radiantly. "Katie Matlin, right?"

Holly J held out her hand and Katie—without thinking—reached out to shake it: her fingers still slick with her own juices. Holly J cocked an eyebrow at the texture, but didn't make a comment. Instead, while Katie's face burned bright red, Holly J walked around the office. "H-how are you?" Katie finally managed. "How is Yale?"

"It's hard to start at the bottom of the heap again when I worked so hard to find myself at the top here," Holly J admitted. "But I like a challenge." The redhead's eyes flashed dangerously. "So what were you doing before I came in?" she suddenly asked, her eyes suggesting she already knew the answer. Katie was mortified when Holly J slid up to her and grabbed Katie's right hand. Very deliberately, Holly J sniffed. She seemed to enjoy what she smelled.

"I was, um, working on paperwork," Katie offered weakly.

"Mhmm," Holly J obviously wasn't buying it for a second. "You were working on something alright. You want to know my favorite thing about Yale?"

The question seemed out of nowhere to Katie. "Uh, sure," she gulped. Holly J was still holding her hand, the long fingers trailing their way down the inside of Katie's forearm and sending goose bumps along Katie's back.

"The girls and the freedom to experiment. Have you ever been with a girl, Katie?"

"No," Katie answered quietly. Her take-no-prisoners attitude seemed to evaporate under Holly J's domineering stare, Katie was putty. She could feel her embarrassment fading away, arousal taking up the extra space. Katie was soaked.

"Well, you and I both know what you were doing before I walked in, and I know from experience that two is better than one. Need help…relaxing?" Holly J smirked suggestively.

"I-I don't know," Katie whispered.

"What was that, bitch? You better speak up when you talk to me," Holly J growled, her tone sending another gush of horniness to Katie's pussy.

"Yes, please, I would like some help," Katie answered more strongly.

"Good girl," Holly J praised, caressing Katie's cheek before moving to lock the student council door. "On the table," she demanded when she turned back.

"W-what?" Katie was confused by what Holly J wanted.

"I fucking said get on the table," Holly J shouted, stomping over and gripping Katie's hips roughly. She hoisted the younger girl onto the table, scattering papers all over the floor. "Clothes off."

That time, Katie knew better than to question. She quickly removed her shirt, unclasped her bra, and then shimmed out of her skirt and panties. Katie was so turned on my Holly J's dominating attitude that she felt her arousal leaking onto her thighs, dripping onto the table. She didn't even have time to be embarrassed about being exposed in front of a stranger.

Holly J looked over her body like someone observing cattle to buy. "Nice round tits, and I see your nipples are hard as rocks. You like my abuse, don't you, you naughty girl?" Katie nodded mutely, quivering from head to toe in anticipation. "I see you shave your pussy, good girl," Holly J purred, removing her own shirt. Her breasts were spilling out of her bra, and Katie started to salivate at the sight. "Spread your legs," Holly J demanded, but then did it for Katie, stepping between the girl's knees and forcing her thighs away from each other. Holly J used her palm to tap at Katie's soaked cunt. "Mmm, all wet for me and I've barely touched you. You're making a mess, slut."

"Sorry," Katie whimpered.

"Sorry isn't good enough," Holly J admonished, slapping Katie's tit hard. Katie moaned loudly. "Now I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." Before Katie could react, Holly J had shoved two fingers into Katie's tight hole. Katie screeched with excitement as Holly J roughly fucked the girl with her fingers. "That's right, good girl, moan for me," Holly J cooed. "You have such a pretty pussy; it's so tight and wet. Are you going to cum for me? I bet I'm the first person besides you to ever make you cum, huh, you naughty girl. You probably touch yourself all the time, trying to make yourself feel half as good as my fingers are making you feel."

"Yes, yes, all the time," Katie groaned humping Holly J's long fingers as the curled inside her. Holly J was suddenly on her knees, taking Katie's clit into her hot mouth, sucking and sucking. "Oh, fuck, Holly J, I'm going to cum."

"Good, cum in my mouth and around my fingers," Holly J demanded. Katie complied, her entire body shaking with pleasure, a loud moan exploding from her chest. Holly J continued to lap at Katie's pussy until she was clean. "Lick my fingers clean, bitch," Holly shoved her fingers into Katie's mouth. She worked her tongue, tasting herself on Holly J's digits. "Good slut, good girl," Holly J purred, petting Katie's hair back condescendingly.

Retrieving her shirt from the floor, Holly J redressed. "I'm in town for another couple days. You owe me." Holly J picked up Katie's skirt and fished her cell out of one of the pockets. "Call me, we'll get together again…whore," Holly J winked before tossing the skirt and the phone back on the ground. "Oh, one last thing," Holly J paused at the door, admiring the way Katie was still sitting on the table, naked, quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "You should really clean this room up. I never made this big a mess when I was in charge."

Holly J blew Katie a kiss and bounced out of the room…leaving Katie with her shock and desire. She couldn't wait to call Holly J and return the favor.