Ask about the Bridge Year

"Say, mom?" Natalie asks.

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"{if Intellect > 75}Can you...walk me through exactly what this 'Bridge Year' I'm about to start is? I mean, it's not technically part of high school, right?{else}How come I gotta do a whole other year of school? Didn't I just finish high school?{endif}"

Christine chuckles. "Well, honey, your Bridge Year isn't technically a part of high school! It's its own separate...thing. It's to help you adjust to being a full, adult member of society." Idly, the professor dips a finger into the jar of cum on her desk and traces it over Katie's forehead and down her nose. The Asian girl whines and eagerly sucks on the finger as it reaches her lips. "{if Sluttery < 11}I know you've been a very good girl, up to now.{elseif Sluttery < 21}So far, you've just had a typical high school experience; fooled around with that Teddy of yours, right?{else}Look, I know you were quite the little explorer in high school; I saw the receipts for lube and toys, I'm guessing that cute Teddy boy left his spunk in your ass at least a few times.{endif} But the Bridge Year is meant to allow you to be truly free; everyone there is over eighteen, like you, and a high school graduate. Every girl will have a choker on, every guy will know what they mean. So you can experiment with how much of a slut you want to be in peace."

Nat nods slowly. "I see. And then...college...?"

{if Sluttery > 39}"Oh, is that something you're still interested in?" Her mom sounds surprised. "I figured with the amount of cock you've taken by now, you'd be more of a trade school girl. Or a no-school girl." Nat blushes and shrugs.{else}"Still the dream, hm?" Her mom hums.{endif} "Well, you'll have to apply this year. The Bridge Year is make-or-break for college and higher education in general; it's a good way to see if you've got what it takes, if your giant libido doesn't damage your silly little brain too much." She snorts. "Though some stupid sluts still squeak through, every year; that's one reason I try to weed 'em out through this kind of experiment in my freshman seminars." She pulls her finger out of Katie's mouth with a wet pop, and the girl moans desperately.

"Please, won't you fuck me, Professor?" she gasps.

"Hmmm. If you're very good I might let you stuff your own needy cunt later," Christine says, smiling down at her fondly.