Let her go. You don't need the drama

You shrug, shaking your head as you watch the pretty cheerleader flee your office, her short skirt swirling as she runs to show off her thighs and a brief glimpse of her ass. She yanks the door open, and with a final weeping glance over her shoulder at you, slams the door behind her.

You're out of patience with hormonal drama, and although you suspect you could have stopped her and comforted her into a fuck, you're more than satisfied with the amount of pussy you've had today. Besides, you don't have any doubt that you haven't seen the last of Miss Miller.

With a dry chuckle you sit down at your desk and start work on your schedule again.