Delivering the Virgin(28)

"No, it's true Jenna," she said wearily. "In addition to the bar exam,  there's an additional requirement to get your license. It's called the  moral character application, I guess the State wants to make sure you're  an upstanding citizen, that kind of thing."

What? I'd been slaving away for almost three years at this law degree  and it wasn't enough? There was more to becoming an attorney?

"Not only that, but the application costs something like four hundred dollars," added Tina resignedly.

"Four hundred dollars!" I screeched. "No way I can afford that! For a piece of paper that says I'm a good person? No way."

Tina looked away and didn't reply. I knew from her silence that we  didn't have a choice  –  she didn't make the rules any more than I did and  likely wasn't looking forward to the four hundred dollar spend either.         

     



 

But at least Tina could afford it, as she was engaged to Jake Sterling  now. I grew livid thinking about it because Jake had been my fiancé  first. The CEO of Sterling Pharmaceuticals and I had met at a party and  I'd succeeded in snaring the most eligible bachelor in San Francisco  with my flirtatious ways, hot body, and unstoppable charm.

But instead of marching into a happily ever after, my twin had snuck in,  getting pregnant with Jake's baby and basically stealing him from right  under my nose. Now they were engaged to be married and instead of me as  the next first lady of San Francisco, it was going to be Tina instead,  my fraternal twin, a dumpy brunette who was actually serious about her  career.

Because my twin and I are law students at the same school in the Bay  Area. My sister's a good student and deserved getting in, I'm sure. But  don't tell anyone  …  because I didn't earn my admission at all. Instead, I  used my feminine wiles to seduce a professor who revised my transcript  in the university's database.

It'd begun somewhat normally. I was a senior in Professor Lang's  economics class, almost dizzy with boredom as he wrote equations on the  blackboard. It was amazing that I was in class at all  –  usually I just  skip lectures, showing up to exams on the appointed date.

But this professor had caught my eye. He was cute and not too old, maybe  35 or so, fresh from a post-doc and furiously trying to publish before  his tenure evaluation came up. Prematurely grey, he was dressed like an  academic in corduroy jeans with a v-neck cashmere sweater  –  trendy but  not too much so, with a nice body, trim and toned, probably from biking  all over campus. He was clearly smart too, holding a PhD from some Ivy  League school back east.

His voice droned on and on but it was a nice hum, something that I could  plausibly feign interest in, even as my mind wandered thinking about  this guy or that at school. When you look like me there are men galore  only too happy to do your homework for you, they'll even do your  take-home exams if you're savvy. But I needed an overhaul of my entire  transcript and Professor Lang was just the answer. I knew instructors  could access the University database and I wasn't above trying my hand.

After class, I trailed the handsome male into the hallway after the other students had disbursed.

"Hi Professor Lang," I said sweetly, throwing my blonde hair over my shoulder.

"Hey," he said glancing my way. "Hey," he said more forcefully, doing a  double take. That happens to me a lot. As a nubile undergrad, I was  bursting with health and beauty and guys often look at me with renewed  interest once they get a glimpse of my curves.

"I was wondering if I could stop by later today for some review?" I  asked with a flirtatious smile. "The stuff you explained today  …  the  concepts were tough," I added.

"Well," the good professor hemmed and hawed, "office hours are usually Thursday and it's only Tuesday today  … ."

"Please?" I asked plaintively. "If I wait until Thursday there will be  more material and I'll just be more confused. Plus, the TA doesn't have  office hours until Friday, so I really have no way to clear this stuff  up before moving forwards."

I could see him relenting, his mind doing a furious calculation of Hot  Co-ed + Intermediate Economics + Doing my Job + Potential for  Exploration (naughty!).

"Alright, come by at three," he said, his eyes glinting. "Have your  questions ready, I only have half an hour before a faculty meeting."

"Oh of course, Professor," I said. "I already know what I need," I added  with a saucy smile before skating away, my mini-skirt swaying as I  wiggled my hips.

And that, reader, is how I got straight A's. Professor Lang and I  engaged in a torrid affair which ended after graduation, the minute  after he hacked into the University database and modified my transcript.  It was fun, really, having a man wrapped around my finger, willing to  do anything.

"Joseph," I admonished while the professor knelt between my legs,  supplicating and worshipful. "Make sure to suck hard on my clit, I want  to feel some real tension there."         

     



 

And he'd merely moaned in response, breathing in my female scent, his  cock a bulge in his pants as I spread my legs wider, hooking my panties  over my engorged nether lips, baring my steaming cunny. He was almost  drooling with need, eager to dive into my snatch to sample my honey.

"Yes Mistress," he whispered, staring at my puss avidly while touching  himself, pulling that fuckpole out, its length twitching at its  proximity to nubile womanflesh. And sure enough, the Professor did an  amazing job with the oral, suckling my nub with vigorous ardor, making  sure I came multiple times on his tongue before burying that hard shaft  in my soft folds, my puss clenching with ecstasy as he pounded me again  and again.

"More Professor, more more more!" I squealed, throwing my head back in  ecstasy, screaming with pleasure as he drilled me. "X plus 2Y equals R!  Sum of S to the tenth degree is N!"

It was so laughable, spewing nonsensical theorems, but hey, different  strokes for different folks right? And for the sexy professor, that's  what got him off, girls, math, and equations. With a mighty groan, he  emptied into me, pumping white into my burning insides, coating me with  viscous, virile sperm, his trim body shaking with lust and release as he  emptied into my body.

So people were shocked when I was admitted to top-tier law schools. I've  always come off as a blonde bimbo, and even my so-called friends were  surprised. "What?" gasped Kim Marsh. "How did you get into Stanford Law?  You never study. In fact, didn't you get a D in Econometrics last  year?"

Of course I had, but I wasn't about to tell her that my entire transcript had been faked.

"Yeah, I guess I just had a really good reference letters," I purred. In  fact, I'd read Professor Lang's letter which raved about my "stellar  intellect" and "inestimable abilities." It was laughable. More like my  dripping pussy and big, bouncy boobs had paved the way.

"Hope you do just as well in the admissions game," I'd tossed off to Kim insincerely, spinning about and leaving her gawking.

But of course, my sister suspected something was off. When I called, Tina was wary and unforthcoming.

"Alright Jenna, where are you planning on matriculating?" she asked slowly.

"I dunno, where are you?" I responded. Her answer meant more to me than she knew.

"Well, I just mailed my deposit into Stanford Law School," she said  slowly. "They have a great tax program and you know how I've always been  interested in corporate shield and all that."

I sighed. Tina was so boring. Law school was an opportunity to meet men,  all these glorious, hard-bodied young graduate students who'd likely  move onto lucrative careers. And I was secretly elated. Didn't a ton of  entrepreneurs come out of Stanford? I mean, all the billionaire tech  moguls were Stanford drop-outs right?

"What a coincidence!" I said gleefully. "That's where I'm headed this fall too."

Tina was silent in reply, giving out a soft sigh.

"I guess I'll see you there, Jen," before hanging up with a soft click.

But my twin's presence was more important to me than just sisterly  support. Come fall, I pressed my advantage, relying on Tina for  everything  …  driving me to class, taking notes, even cribbing off of her  papers once in a while, without her knowledge of course. She was the  perfect fallback, I didn't even need to charm nerdy boys into doing my  work for me.

But it all blew up when it came to Jake Sterling. CEO of Sterling  Pharma, my sister and I had attended a party in the City and I thought  I'd snagged him. I'd made a beeline as soon as he appeared, the newest  billionaire in Silicon Valley, and we'd done some dirty dancing with a  vague promise to "meet up again" after the party ended.

And I'd worked it to the max, spinning one date into two, two into  three, until we were a couple. But unbeknownst to me, Tina had actually  slept with him at that damned party! I mean, gimme a break. The twenty  minutes when I wasn't watching my man like a hawk, and my twin snuck in  and got pregnant by the billionaire on her first try. It was  unbelievable, like the worst nightmare from hell.