Go to calculus

You straighten your dress and smile at your boyfriend, “That was very worth skipping class for.” You give him a peck on the cheek and hop out of the car. He scrambles to follow suit, realizing what time it is.

You only have one class left in the day, calc with Ms. Bernard. You do your best to focus on the lesson, but your mind keeps wandering. You can’t help but wonder what she might taste like, whether her bush is as curly as her brown hair, and what it would be like to bury your face in her ample chest. Her piercing blue eyes survey the room as you move through a worksheet and you imagine servicing her as she teaches.

You try to refocus your thoughts, but the only other thing you can think about is what Annette has in mind for after school. She asked you to meet her, but didn’t say what she had planned.