Go to class

Going to class that day was rather pointless. First of all, you were dead tired, having endured physical exertion well beyond any Marine Corps boot camp training regimen. On top of that, your thoughts were filled with replays of the amazing sexual adventures of the prior night. It was all so surreal that at times you wondered if you had merely dreamt it all, and that you would wake up to find yourself still trying to get to second base with Kendra.

Just as you have half-convinced yourself that it couldn’t have happened, your phone vibrates in your pocket, signaling a text message. You pull out your phone and see that Kendra has sent you a selfie — but not like any you have ever received before. It is a closeup of the crotches of two women, exposed, legs spread, revealing their pussies for your view. Only these most-private of parts are visible, and you cannot see the rest of the bodies, let alone the faces. The text underneath the picture asks the question, “Which one do you want first tonight?”

You hastily pull the phone close to you and look quickly to either side to make sure none of your classmates happened to see the evocative image. Your heart is racing, but you smile in the reassurance that it is not, in fact, just a dream.

At lunchtime you go to the cafeteria and see Sarah sitting by herself. Your first instinct is to join her, but as tired as you are, you realize it might not be the best of times to engage in conversation with her — particularly if you are going to pass your classes this semester.