As Brad Tomkins drove along, he couldn't believe his good luck. It was just one short week ago that Lana told him she never wanted to see him again, and then, this morning, she called and said she wanted to see him this evening. It was on their last date that she decided that she didn't want to see him again. He had tried to force himself on her; she slapped him and stormed out of his dorm room as she announced that he need not bother calling her ever again. Obviously she had come to her senses. She must have reconsidered. This had to mean he was gonna get to nail her.

How could she help but want him, he thought, as he looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror and pushed a lock of his sandy brown hair off his forehead. Brad never had trouble attracting attention from the ladies, or men for that matter. He had classic good looks, was a college wrestling star with a muscular tight body, and a dazzling smile. And he had the biggest, hottest, roundest ass. Heads would turn as he passed just to get a glimpse of his beefy butt muffins.

As Brad pulled up in front of Lana's house, he noticed her father's car in the drive. Lana's father was a Professor at the College Brad attended. Professor Adams taught History and Brad was making sure to avoid his class at all costs. The word was that Professor Adams was the toughest Professor on campus. "Oh, well," thought Brad. "I guess we'll be going back to my dorm room for some fun."

Brad pulled up next to the curb and got out. He made his way up the walk, his massive ass encased in a tight pair of Calvin Klein jeans, dancing with each movement he made. His tight, white T-shirt was tucked into his jeans so his ass was on display for all to see. He rang the bell and Professor Adams answered.
"Brad, come in."

"Thank you Professor Adams," said Brad as the Professor stepped aside to allow him to enter. "Is Lana ready, Sir?"

"Why don't you go have a seat in the living room? I'd like to have a little talk with you," was the Professor's response.

Brad entered the living room followed by Lana's father, his big ass bouncing with each movement as he did so. When Brad turned to sit, he could have sworn he saw the Professor staring at his ass, but he wasn't certain. Brad sat on the couch and Professor Adams sat across from him in an easy chair.

The Professor began to speak, "To be honest with you, I asked Lana to call you here tonight."

"Oh?" said Brad with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes. Lana tells me you two had a bit of a disagreement last week. Actually, she tells me you tried to force yourself on her, sexually.

Brad could feel his face blush. He couldn't believe that she had told her Dad that. And now he was being called on it. "Sir, I never meant to give your daughter unwanted attention. It was just a misunderstanding."

"Oh, I think you meant everything you did," said the Professor. "I've seen you around campus. You’re cocky and full of yourself. You think every woman wants you. And I'll have to admit, you’re a fine looking young man, and many women probably do