Forget class, fucking Jessica Biel should be full time

Before you get to the door, you stop and look back. Jessica is running her hands through her long, brown hair. Her glistening bare breasts stretch out before her. She notices you looking and flashes a knowing smile.

"You don't want to be late for class, do you?"

"Fuck class," you say. With a thought you and Jessica are no longer in the classroom. Instead you're standing in her house in L.A. A huge white t-shirt hangs off her body lazily, only hinting at the incredible figure underneath. She doesn't remember being your teacher, she remembers you giving her the present she now holds.

"Ooh, I wonder what it is." She pulls off the delicate wrapping paper ferociously, then tears the lid off the box and pulls out a super high end digital camera. "Wow! This is awesome! I can't believe you'd give me something this nice when it isn't my birthday or anything!"

"Well, I figure the amateur shutterbug shouldn't have to wait for a birthday to get the best stuff."

Jessica snaps a picture of you with her new camera. "You're such a kick-ass boyfriend. I'm so glad you moved in with me." She sets the camera on a table and slides up against you.

You kiss her neck delicately. There's no need to rush, you have all the time with her that you want. You work your way up her neck slowly, kissing little bit by little bit. Your hands roam over her body, feeling through her t-shirt that she doesn't have anything else on beneath it.

"This feels so good," says Jessica, "and I'd love to thank you properly for my present. But I gotta go."

"What?" you pull back in disappointment.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm meeting a director today to talk about a role. I don't have time for another shower, so I have to get going."