The superintendent promoted me from teacher to principal the same day Janet turned 18. I’d been watching that little girl shake her ass down the hallways of Jefferson High for more than three years. Every Friday during football season, she came to school dressed in her green and white cheerleader uniform. The mascot, an eagle, stretched across her luscious tits. All I could think about was making her spread like one. Now that I’d been given the powers of a principal and she was legal, I became determined to make my fantasy come true.
I told the secretary to summon Janet just before lunch on my first Friday as principal. Janet was a dutiful student; it took her no more than a few minutes. Her black hair was up in a ponytail, tied with a green ribbon to match her cheerleader uniform. School records said she was 18, but she could’ve easily passed for three years younger.
“Hi,” she said.
“Close the door Janet,” I said.
She gently shut the door.
“And lock it,” I said.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“Just do as you’re told,” I said.
After the lock clicked, I motioned for Janet to take a seat in the chair on the other side of my desk. The skirt left plenty of bare thigh exposed. I imagined running my tongue up against that soft skin and making her sweet, virginal pussy wet for the first time. My dick turned hard as a librarian’s glare.
“Janet,” I said. “Do you plan to go to college?”
“Well, yes,” she said. “I’ve already applied to Brown, Yale and Stanford.”
I swiveled my chair so I could close the blinds on the window behind me.
“Do you know what a letter from your principal can mean to those colleges?” I asked as the room darkened.
“Not exactly,” she said.
“Let me explain it,” I said, turning around to shoot her a stone-faced glare. “If your principal writes a good letter, it can greatly enhance your chances of getting accepted to the school.”
I stood up and looked down at Janet. The lights were off. Slits of sunlight cut across her face. I sensed fear and vulnerability in her big, brown eyes, and then I knew I could have my way with her. I walked around the desk, knelt next to her and put my hand on her thigh.
“But if your principal writes a bad letter, it reflects poorly on you,” I said. “And do you know what that means?”
“It means I won’t get in,” she said.
“That’s right,” I said. “I knew you were a smart girl.”
I slid my hand under her skirt and rubbed her pussy over her panties. She already had a wet spot.
“Has a boy fucked you yet, Janet?” I asked.