Crack A Joke.

“Yes, Someone order a pizza?” I joked as I handed Miss Reed my schedule.

“I like mine with extra sausage.” One girls with short black hair said with a grin and the girls began to laugh.

“Okay girls settle down.” Miss Reed said.

“I am a new student.” I smiled and handed her my paper. She looked it over and then looked at the class room.

“Everyone. It seems we have a male student joining in our class. This is Johnathan Lovecraft. I hope that you will all give him a very warm welcome.”

“Lets see. Ah you can have a seat next to Miss Griffin.” She pointed to a seat in the very back. Truthfully that was fine with me. I liked the back. You got picked less to come up to the front if the teacher couldn't see you.

“Belladonna. Though most just call me Donna.” Smiled as I sat down next to her. She had very short hair in a pixie cut. I noticed quit a few holes where earrings would go but she probably wasn't allowed to wear them at school. I had a feeling her attending this school wasn't her idea and one or both of her parents where making her attended.

“John.” I said as I held out my hand and she shook it.

“Seems like you got some attention.” She looked forward and nodded as she gave a wink at a blond girl who was actually very pretty. Blonde hair and blue eyes and not a bad rack neither.

“Who is that?” I smiled.

“Christina Taylor. Head of the cheer leading team. She is very flexible if you know what I mean?” Donna smiled and blew a kiss as she puckered her lips and the Christina smirked at her. “The blonde girl next to her, the one in the sweater is her best friend Samantha Parker our student class president or will be. She is a perfectionist and is a little uptight.

“That is an understatement. She is an ice queen” A tall girl said on the other side of me. I mean she had to be easily as tall as me if she stood up and that was without heels.

“Tiffany Baker.” Tiffany smiled.

“Tiffany here is Captain of the Volleyball, Softball, Basketball, basically she is really good at handling all kinds of balls so if you need your balls handled she is the one to talk to.” Donna smiled. Tiffany looked the part for sure. She looked like an amazon goddess. I imagined what it be like to have sex with her. Every picture in my head had me being dragged back to the bed while I pleaded for a few minutes to recover. It probably kill me but it be worth it. If I had to pick how I was going to die it would be having sex. She had a great set of tits to be so athletic I thought as I looked at them.

“Sit on it and spin Donna.” Tiffany said as she flash a bird under her desk.

“Any time any place Tiffany.” Donna smiled wickedly. I guess I should have figured that Donna was a lesbian. I wasn't sure if the two girls would like to fight each other of fuck each other but if it did come to that I hoped I had time get some popcorn at least so I could watch.

“Who is that?” I said looking at a dark haired girl in glasses looking back. She was a little bit nerdy but she had a really cute face and I could see her tits. She was talking with a girl in braces who was likewise was more cute then sexy but she had a nice ass from what I could see of it.

“Bethany Williams. She is a total book worm and really shy but if you need tutoring she is your girl. She is gunning for class Valedictorian. The girl talking to her is her best friend Barbra Gardener head of the schools marching band. Though calling them a marching band is a bit of a stretch. They had like twelve members last year.”

“The girl with the bob cut?” I I said as referring to the girl eyeing me over a girl with chin length dark hair who was talking with another girl.

“Deborah Quinn. Head of the drama club and the one she is talking to is Virginia Carter head of the Glee Club. Seems like I will have some competition this year on who can score the most poon tang.” Donna teased as she put her hands behind her head. I smiled and shook my head at her. Needless to say my mind wondered when class started as I pictured the girls in a magazine spread and put each of them in whatever month I thought was appropriate. The topic was fairy tales and hidden metaphors and reoccurring themes.

“So your assignment this week is to write a two to three page short based on any fairy tale you like and the ones I like will get the chance to read them to the class for extra credit.” The Teacher said as the bell rung.

“Mister Lovecraft, A moment please.” The teacher said.

“Catch you later player.” Donna said as she headed out.

“Yes ma'am?” I smiled as I went up front.

“I almost forgot.” She said as she walked over and opened her desk drawer and bent over in front of me and that ass. Lets just say that she could give Jennifer Lopez a run for her money and leave it at that.

She grabbed out a book and set it on the table. I noticed it had a picture of two lovers kissing passionately on the cover. A romance book from the look of it but the cover title said Lance Everhard and had a somewhat mythical theme to it as the guy held his sword at a very suggestive angel as the damsel held onto him firmly with her big breast trust against his chest. It wasn't a romance novel but actual erotica. “You might need this.” She smiled as she pulled out the a textbook and handed it to me.

“Oh right.” I smiled as I took the book and put it in my bag.

“And here is my card? It has my email address on it so you can contact me to submit assignments if you like. Most students find it easier to write on the computer. I wanted to ask if you would consider maybe reading your work in front of the class this week?”