Ask what's wrong.

You can tell Suzanne is in distress, and you decide to ask why. “Oh,” she replies, “it’s nothing, really. It’s just George, he’s a bastard, you know?”

You don’t know so you give an indistinct response. She seems to take that as assent and continues on. “We are dating. Or were dating. I don’t know. He cheated on me. More than once.” She finally turned to look at you, her face showed anger, and pain. You aren’t sure in which order. “The first time, I thought, it’s okay, he’s a guy, he slipped up. But now I find out he’s been sleeping with some skank that hangs around the frat houses. It’s just so, infuriating.”

She stood up and slammed her fist on the table. She stared blankly at the office door and then looked at me. “I think he should get a taste of his own medicine.”

“Look, I’m not sure…” you start, but she’s already walked over to you and put a finger to your lips. Her other hand moves against your chest, holding you firmly in your chair. Her hand slides down your chest and stomach, past your belt buckle to your fly, which she firmly yanks down. Her hand works its way inside your pants and boxers finding your stiffening cock.

“Mmmm” she says, as she pulls it out into view. Your head is swollen and purple, and here mere touch has already got a bit of pre-cum on the tip. She gives your shaft a few soft strokes. Her supple lips are only an inch away from your raging hard-on and you can feel her soft breath driving you wild. She slowly sticks out her tongue, teasing the tip of your cock and bringing back a sticky strand of pre-cum. She savors it for a moment, and then engulfs your entire cock, into her warm, wet mouth. You can’t believe you’re getting head already, although maybe not under any circumstances you could have imagined. Part of you still wants to object, but you seem to be in a trance. Her sucking is aggressive and her hand slips back into your pants to rub your balls. You watch her head bob on your cock driving you wild, and it isn’t long before you can feel an orgasm building up. Your hands move to the back of her head into her silky blond hair. You direct her movements to the perfect rhythm, and suddenly both your fists clench up pulling her hair, which she responds positively to, shoving her face fully into your crotch. You grunt and buck and coat the back of her throat with your seed. Once you’ve finished shooting your load, she slowly moves her mouth back up your shaft, continuing to use suction and her tongue to ensure she’s gotten every last drop of your hot cum. She smiles and sits back on her heels with a satisfied look on her face.

Suddenly you realize that George, or anyone else could come through that door at any second. You know you should get out of this situation before anything more bizarre happens, after all, being trapped in a love triangle with a bunch of seniors is not an auspicious way to start college. But at the same time, you want more, and you’re pretty sure she does too. You could take the offensive and fuck her right here.