There's a visitor in your office

You stroll back to your office, whistling softly and enjoying the sunshine. You notice the usual glances and outright stares from students as you cross the quad, but pay no attention to them or to the bursts of giggles that break out behind you. Eventually the novelty of male teachers will wear off, you assume as you shake your head and enter the Mellon Building.

Still whistling softly, you pause as you pass the Diana Naylor's chambers, considering knocking on the door for a moment. You shake your head, rejecting the idea, deciding it's best left for another time. A time when you don't have the scent of a just fucked student on you.

You open the door of your office and are surprised by a sharp gasp. A student stands up from her seat on your couch, her hands clasped before her, looking abashed and shy. Her brunette hair frames a pretty but anxious face, and you can see her breathing deeply, trying to keep herself calm while making an ample pair of breasts wobble under her shirt. You don't recognise her, but you can recognise someone with a problem when you see one.

"Hello, I'm Dean Hawkfeather," you say, putting a reassuring smile on your face. "I don't believe we've met."

"I'm Clara Hicks," she mumbles shyly, forcing the words out. "And...well...we have kinda met...last night...you...you...took my virginity..."