The New Principal

I'm moaning, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. My hands above my head, nails scratching the floorboards. He's above me, his stamina long and enduring. He's attacking my body with such aggression. Unlike our previous sex. His face is concentrated, his breathing paced out and he exhales and inhales as if he's working out trying to not lose breath easily. I push my breasts out as he keeps staring at them.

His hand grabs them, rubbing oil into them. I imagine the fire from the fireplace reflecting on my skin. It makes quite an erotic sight. My pussy is wet with his pounding, easing him completely in. He groans from being so deep inside and so he has to pause, savouring the sensation of being together like this.

He slowly starts up again; and we're moving as one with the fire burning in the background.


*Fuck you Shania, you were never gonna stop this.*

...

"Can I ask you a question?"
We're in his bed now and it's dark. I wanted the blinds open so we can stare at the full moon tonight. He lays behind me, spooning me and we're both still naked. His lips kissing my neck, hand stroking up and down the side of my body.
"Mmhm." He mumbles against my skin.
"How did you know about Emilio?"

I cringe slightly as he stills, and sadly his lips detach from my neck. I hear his heavy sigh and ruffle of the sheets as he sits up. I sit up too, leaning against the headboard.
"I thought he might have known when we were in London."
I process what he's telling me, searching for signs in my memories.
"But nobody saw us."
"Nobody saw us kiss. But do you remember when they came late? That look he gave me when we were walking behind them. That look told me he knew something. Or at least suspected something. I'm guessing that was enough to assume a relationship between us."
I never pegged Emilio for a gossip.

"So you think he told Shania of his suspicious and then she just... got carried away. Because she hates me?"
I look at Rolf and he just nods. He brings his arm around me and hugs me to his side. I won't lie, I feel disturbed at how people can easily plot against you. Discover your secrets. Want to hurt you.
"She won't hurt you again." He whispers as if reading my thoughts.
"No one ever will."
I try to convince my mind with his words, hearing his solid heartbeat as I lay my head on his chest.

...

Unknown POV:

I step off the plane, a shiver running through my body at the foreign weather. I brush my overgrown hair away from my face and lift the collar of my coat higher around my neck.
"Excuse me." I hear a feminine voice from behind me and I look back. She blushes and I smirk.
"Sorry." I say, giving her a little space to move in front of me. Her mouth stretches in thanks, unable to meet my eyes anymore. Some things never change.

I sigh, ready for the new world.

...

Fahmeen's POV:

I'm guessing Shania told him. Emilio kept looking over at me during lunch. I did my best to ignore him, keeping my end of the bargain. I didn't need his girlfriend coming after me again. Or Rolf for that matter.

"Have you seen him yet?" Georgia asks, opening her milk carton. I watch her do so, daydreaming whilst her fingers work on pulling at the sides till it opens, spitting out a little milk.
"Who?" I watch the carton lift to her lips and then meet her eyes which look impatient. She clicks her tongue and exaggerates her sigh.
"Our new principal, of course!"

Suddenly a wave of excited giggles and low murmuring ignites the canteen as the wanted man strolls in. He pushes open the double doors, and heads quickly turn at the sound. The principal, I'm guessing, has a full head of deep brown hair cut short. His eyes are slightly narrowed, mouth in a small smirk. The colour of his eyes I couldn't make out as the sun shone harshly through the floor length glass windows as he walked past. My eyes couldn't stop assessing him, I felt like all the other girls but I was more intrigued than instantly infatuated.

His steps were confident, daring. He knew girls watched him and he shrugged them off. The boys rolled their eyes and he couldn't hide the gleam in his eyes.
My stomach drops as he approaches our table. It was then I realise he's been looking at me and like an idiot I've been staring at him.
"Oh my God." Georgia whispers opposite me.

"Hello ladies." He nods at the both of us. I smile politely, uncomfortable at the people watching.
"You're Fahmeen, right?"
I can't help my surprise.
"Er yes."
His eyes are amused as he watches me.
"Come by my office later today. I have a proposition."

Dumbfounded I watch him walk away. What could he possibly want with me?

...

I'm walking to the principal's office as the day is over. Still in the dark as to why though. As my steps get closer to his door I overhear a heated conversation. I recognise a voice.
"Since when did you need an assistant?"
Rolf says agitated.
I lean against the wall, looking out in case I'm caught snooping but making sure my ear is conveniently close to the door.

The principal replies,
"Since I need a little help getting into this new role, Rolf. I have been thrown into the deep end here. And a student suggested I appoint one of the seniors this, very prized, position."
"Right. Well, how'd this student make the cut?"

I wait for the principal to respond. He takes a minute.
"She was recommended."
"Recommended? Really? By who?"
Another pause.
"She said she knew her and thought we'd make a good team." His voice sounded cocky, I could imagine his arrogant smirk.
"Know your limits, Jasper. She's a student."

Jasper? As in Rolf's best friend Jasper?
I cover my mouth, seriously surprised. Talk about a plot twist.

...

They go on to talk about other things for a short while before Jasper reminded Rolf I was due in. Rolf was hesitant to leave the room, but he was ushered out. I straightened up off the wall when the door opened. Rolf wasn't expecting to see me there. His eyes a little wide. I smile at him, he does it back but it doesn't reach his eyes. He's not pleased with this arrangement. I'm afraid I couldn't do much about that.

"Can I take you home?" He offers, stepping closer to me. I shouldn't, taking him up on his offers too often may lead to suspicion.
"I'll get the bus." I hold his hand briefly and he squeezes it back.
"Alright. Text me when you're finished with... him."
"Okay. I better get it over and done with." I say, walking past him. He doesn't leave, even when I go inside.

"Hi. Come, have a seat. Can I get you a drink?" The principal stands from his desk with a friendly smile on his face. He's taken off his blazer and loosened his tie. I see it hanging off of his seat. Someone's getting comfortable fast.
"No thank you." I hear footsteps retreat outside and I know Rolf has gone.

"I can't tempt you with my cheap coffee?" He dangles a plastic cup and I shake my head no.
"Water it is."
He fills a cup of water from his filter machine and places it on the desk in front of me. I did say no but he still gave something. A little persistent, I can't help but observe.

"Why did you call me here, principal...?"
"Jasper. Call me by my name, I prefer it. Makes me seem less old." He chuckles, sitting back at his desk.
I smile, sipping at the water. As I swallow it down, he's watching me. The silence is awkward.
He clears his throat and sits forward.
"Well, I'm in need of an assistant. You know, to help me set myself up here nice and strong and I'll be needing help. A PA sounded like a great idea."
"Why not just hire someone to do it. Jasper. If you don't mind me asking." Still weird to call the principal by his name.

He shrugs, it makes him look young and boyish. You can tell he's no boy though. His arms are generously filled out and he's got the body of a soldier. I remember Rolf telling me that he was. I found it an odd transition, from being a war machine to teaching adolescents in another country.

"It's cheaper. And you'd get something out of it too?" For some reason I liked his honesty. It was refreshing.
"It'll look great on your college application. You are going to college, right?"
I nod.
"Fingers crossed." I smile and he smiles back.
"See? It works for the both of us. And don't worry about your classes. You'll only be on duty when you're free. You won't have to do nothing too heavy. Just some admin work. I'm filled to the neck with it already." Jasper blows out a breath, his back hitting the chair.

He looked tired already and it was his first day. I found myself feeling sorry for him. It was a big job for a young guy. Well, the youngest principal I'd ever seen. I mean, he didn't have any grey hair. I didn't mind helping him but I had to wander, who would've recommended me and why?