Her protests become weaker and weaker

Diana's plump breast feels so good in your hand. It's smaller than Monica's but the way she moans and lifts against your hand undercuts what little control you had and you capture her lips with yours again. This time, as your tongue invades her mouth you press your knee between her thighs forcing her legs apart as you pin her against the door. When you finally lift your mouth from hers her protests are half-hearted at best.

"Kyle, I can't let you - oohhh!" Her weak protest is cut off abruptly when you lift her skirt up to her waist. "Oh my..." She clings to your shoulders as you push your other knee between hers and spread her stocking covered thighs even wider. "Kyle, really. This is wro-"

You silence her objections with another kiss, and in spite of Diana's stated attempt to keep this relationship professional, her tongue explores your mouth with the same fierce passion as you are exploring hers. It is far too late to back away now. Diana's slender form is as light as it looks, and when you reach under her thighs you easily lift her feet off the floor and press her against the heavy door. Her legs wrap around your waist freeing your hands to return to inside her jacket to fondle her breasts again.

In this position, your erection is grinding against her pelvis and the effect on Diana is immediate. Her fingers rake through your hair pulling her mouth away from yours long enough to gasp throatily right into your ear.

"Is this what you wanted to do to Miss Newton, Kyle?" The warmth of her breath on your ear is as distracting as the wildly erotic image she is painting in your mind. "To all the girls in the school? Is that your plan, Dean Hawkfeather, to bring discipline to the women of this community with your big ... hard ... fucking ... dick?"

"Shut-up Diana." You growl back and swing her away from the door and walk her to desk where she had been laying facedown just minutes before. When you lower her back onto the polished wooden surface her legs clench even tighter around your waist and she reaches over her head to grab the far edge of the wide desk.

"I knew it!" Diana's head rocks back and forth and her eyes are more than half-closed as she wiggles on the desk before you. "Fucking men. God damn fucking men and their Goddamned cocks!"