Find a bench to rest at

A bench set to the side of a large quad seems like a good place to wait out the morning. You sit down, drop your backpack between your legs, and start waiting.

After some time, other students start to show up. Every time someone notices you, they get wide eyes and stare for a few seconds. If they have a friend with them, they start whispering. It really starts to make you uneasy. Was there something in your hair? A stain on your clothes? Fly down? After inspecting yourself, you can't find any reason that people should be acting this way when seeing you.

"Oh!" you think. The reason everyone is acting so weird must be because you're a new student. That's it. They're just talking about how there's a new guy at school. With this thought in your head, you're able to relax again, and even decide to wave at a few people. One girl in particular catches your eye. A blonde with a long ponytail, skinny jeans, and a plain t-shirt is looking at you. She's cute, and even though you are pretty certain she's out of your league, she's smiling at you. You raise a hand and wave, which she returns.

One of her arms is crossed under her chest and the one she's using to wave is held close to her body. In this stance, her breast are pushed out a little, drawing your eyes down for just a moment. Her t-shirt doesn't show off much, but you think she might be wearing a size too small because the fabric around her boobs seems to be stretching around their shape. Your eyes move down a little lower, and you find yourself admiring her hips and thighs which are wrapped up in her tight skinny jeans. Your ogling doesn't last more than a second, and you avert your gaze and stop waving in hopes that she didn't notice you undressing her with your eyes.

You've committed the image of that girl to memory and are definitely going to use it as fap material at a later point, but gathering such material has come with a side effect. This couldn't be a worse time. You're surrounded by people, many of whom are cute girls, and your cock has begun stirring in your underwear. It's hardening quickly at the thought of that girl and her arousing physique. Maintaining a straight face, you try to act as though you're looking in your backpack for something, but you're really checking to see if your pants are bulging. Fortunately, but also kind of humiliatingly, you can't even tell that your cock is hard through your pants. You sigh, feeling the relief of not pitching a tent in public thanks to your usually depressing member. With your worries dismissed, you slowly begin to lean back again on the bench, hoping the position won't change the situation at your groin. As you feel your back meeting the bench, your package still shows no signs of existence under your clothes. You can keep your little secret of being aroused from the crowd of people that now also occupy the quad.

After a while longer, and just a bit before the bell, you decided to take one more look around. Something hits you in that moment. All the other students, every one of them, is a girl. This time, you're the one giving everybody a confused look. Where are all the guys? Is this an all girls school? No. There's no way your mother would have enrolled you in an all girls school and just not have told you, right?

As your confusion continues, a bell sound rings through loudspeakers scattered around the school. Everyone starts to head of in one direction or another. You pick your bag up off the ground, swinging the loop of it over your arm, and head to your first class of the day: Statistics.