"Tiffany I..." Jon managed before Tiffany cupped his junk with a lascivious grin. He groaned as she rubbed his shaft.
"Look Jon, it took a lot of convincing to get you this far. Sex in the principal's office? I know a good boy like you would never dream of it. But now that I've got you here you're going to fuck me long, hard, and rough." Tiffany accentuated each word with a stroke.
"Damn Tiffany, you don't take no for an answer no matter what." Jon's breathing was heavy as Tiffany unzipped his pants and fished his cock out.
"Get used to it. All of me is yours, and I want the boy I love to be one with me every chance we get."
Jon was caught off guard by what Tiffany said. She loved him? His wish made them boyfriend and girlfriend he supposed, but he was used to Tiffany the slut. The girl who was rumored to have fucked more than half the football team and was pregnant in her original life. It was the tone that told him she may actually mean it. Her eyes had a hunger, but as he looked into her eyes he also saw genuine affection.
"What if someone catches us?" Jon tried, desperate to live up to the standard he had tried setting for himself. To not take advantage of whoever ended up as his girlfriend, or developed feelings for him because of his wish. He wanted to be a better person for Karyn and Samantha.
"I locked the door, and Morse is gone. If you won't take control I'll have to move things along." Tiffany grabbed Jon's hands and placed them on her large breasts.
Jon couldn't help himself from fondling his girlfriend. Breasts were a weakness of his, and once again Tiffany had melons bigger than most girls her age. He even found it sexy the way Tiffany started turning to putty in his hands, her breath coming in shorter gasps as he teased her sensitive nipples and felt the full heft of her jugs.
Jon wasn't sure what family Tiffany was part of now. She didn't remind him of The original Karyn or her mom, so he was sure she wasn't part of the Black family. What made him sure was that her hair had gone black, so she hadn't gotten a life where she'd accidentally wished her hair blonde like a McMillan. Despite this she still had an amazing figure. To go with her huge breasts that, while smaller than her principal life may have been bigger than her original self, Tiffany had an hourglass figure with wide hips and a firm round ass. So far it seemed Tiffany was destined to stay a standard definition of beautiful no matter what family she was part of.
"Shiiit Jon, take me right now. I've loved you for so long, and you're finally mine. Bend me over Morse's desk and fuuuck me!" Tiffany demanded while jolts of pleasure flooded her brain.
Jon thought on that. Did Tiffany always have a crush on him? He remembered her making advances on him before the wish, but he had always thought she was a slut, just like everyone else thought. Karyn had always chased her off. Was that why Principal Tiffany was so intent on making him hers?
"Jon, I want you to feel good too. Your little man is begging for attention." Tiffany's slender fingers wrapped around his dick and he was pulled out of his thoughts. She gave several long, slow pumps. "Whatever you want baby. You can fuck me raw all over this office. You want a blowjob to start? I'll swallow, or you can cum all over these tits you love so much!"
It almost seemed like Tiffany was desperate to keep his attention. Sure, she was still acting like a slut, but whoever this version of Tiffany was seemed desperate for his approval.
Jon knew he needed to make a choice. If he kept going there may be no turning back. It was possible any version of Tiffany would want this, but he wasn't sure. And what if anybody who got this life after her? His resolve wavered as Tiffany dropped to her knees, ready to suck him off.
