Yes, a cold one

The sharp spray of cold water helps clear away some of the emotional clutter, but no sooner than you've lathered your body with soap you hear the sound of Diana's shower being turned on. The mental image of her standing with rivulets of water streaming between her breast over her belly and into the valley between her slender thighs makes your cock stiffen even under the blast of icy water. All the same you step out from the tiled booth even before the last of the suds have rinsed off.

The third meeting is much the same as the second, although instead of listening to the content of Diana's talk you find yourself concentrating on the delivery itself. As you'd expect from the head of an elite school like the Pink Rose, Miss Naylor has a command of oratory that you can only admire. Her mastery of the language and the delivery of the key points has most of the first-year students attention. You find yourself noticing other little details - like the coppery highlights that gleam in her dark hair when the sun hits it or the sensual curve of her lip when she smile's gently at a nervous student's question about changing roommates. This woman is nothing like the women you bring home from bars. You are completely out of her league. You hide the scowl that accompanies the brutal acceptance of reality, you should forget about Diana and be content with Monica, and the occasional fling with an adventurous student. With that in mind you scan the forty or so first year students listening to Diana.

You also notice Alejandra Contreras almost immediately, remembering her arrival in her father's battered pick-up. She sits alone, somewhat separated from the other students, and listens attentively to everything as she takes notes. When she sees you watching her, she gives you a flashing smile, and you realize how naturally pretty she is. Unlike many of the other girls, who've spent hours on their makeup, the young Latina just looks clean and healthy, and far more attractive than most of her schoolmates. Part of you wonders if she appeals to you because with her slender build, and dark hair she reminds you of what Diana must have looked like when she wore that same uniform.

Deliberately looking for someone distinctly different, you notice a curvy blonde casting glances at the men in the room, in particular Darnell Sharp and you wonder how long it will take before you start hearing complaints about her. Darnell doesn't seem to notice her stares, which only seems to deepen the yearning in her eyes. She does not restrict her admiration to the handsome young social studies teacher giving Coach Watson and Mason coy, suggestive looks. When it's your turn to speak she turns her attention wholly on you, arching her back slightly to show off her impressive young tits and crossing and recrossing her legs several times - and she's not the only one, you see more than a dozen of the new students whose intent looks turn to blushes when you remind them of the consequences of rule breaking.

As the students file out, picking up copies of the Code of Conduct. Alejandra thanks you with another pretty smile and a little bob that's halfway between a bow and a curtsey. The plump blonde introduces herself with a breathy catch in her voice, lingering for a moment as though hoping you'll speak to her. Compared to a woman like Diana, a girl like this is hardly a temptation and when you ignore her flirtatious looks, she leaves the library with a little sniff of disappointment.

You're tidying up your papers when Darnell approaches you, his face full of concern.

"Did you get a chance to talk to Chanel? How is she doing?"

"No, she was sleeping. I spoke to Nurse Wulf and she said pretty much the same thing you did. Hysterics, nothing very clear. I'll talk to the girl later."

He nods and mutters something about hoping she's ok before he departs, you look over at the headmistress talking to her white-haired secretary hoping to make eye contact with her, but Diana makes it a point to look everywhere but your direction.