Art History

You step into the classroom, and the first thing you notice is that there are far more women than men in this class. Roughly a 1:4 ratio. The next thing you notice is that most of the women are quite attractive.

"If this is what college is gonna be like, the next four years is going to be heaven." You think to yourself. You take a seat toward the front, and set the text book in front of you. You open to a random page and absent mindedly begin thumbing through it. You linger on a picture of the statue of David, taking just a half moment to noticed that his genitals don't look much different than yours. Suddenly you hear a voice over your shoulder that makes you jump.

"Just don't make 'em like they used to, huh?"

You look up to see one of the prettiest women you've ever see in your life. Her curly black hair falls down onto her shoulder, perfectly framing her smiling face. Her shining green eyes give you a playful gaze, as you look down and notice what she's referring to. You blush deeply, keeping your eyes down.

"Y-yeah." you stammer out with a **** chuckle. "Thank god we've advanced physically since then."

She takes the seat next to your as your heart rate spikes. "I'm Bridgette. You?"

"Nedw- er Ned. Just Ned."

"Well just Ned, nice to meet you."

Your tongue has no more time to trip over itself. Professor Lawrence steps into the room, silencing the students with her presence. The tall, slender woman cuts through the room toward her desk, her blonde hair tied in a tight bun that matched her tightly pursed lips.

"Welcome to art history 101. In this class we will cover ancient art history."

She pulls out a remote control that turns on an overhead projector. Suddenly the large whiteboard in front of the room is covered in images of ancient sculptures.

"We will start with ancient Mesopotamia, and end with Greece."

When she said Greece and clicked the button, a collage of statues pop up, all of them with penises resembling that of David, as well as yourself. Suddenly the room fills with quiet giggling, as you feel your face start to turn red. You look over and notice that Bridgette seems to be laughing rather hard. You think for a moment that Professor Lawrence notices your embarrassment, because she immediately addresses the class.

"Ladies, show some maturity please. Like art, every body is different, and every culture has different beauty standards."

The giggling dies down, and class moves forward. Toward the end of the hour, you are leaning forward, taking notes when you feel someone grab the waistband of your underwear, and yank them upward. You yelp involuntarily, drawing the attention of the class to you as the unseen bully pulls your red briefs and hooks them over the back of your chair. You flail wildly trying to free yourself, as the laughter of your classmates echoes in your ears. Once you are free, you spina round to see the perpetrator, a tall, muscular young man in a green letter letter jacket. You burn with humiliation as he gives you a malicious wink.