Halfheartedly say you're looking for Sarah

Damn. If this is what those shy first years in your class will grow into, you’re gonna like this place. You ogle the three sexy teens, but somehow find it in you to say that you’re looking for Sarah.

The redhead frowns. “Sarah? You in Mrs Nelson’s class? Why you looking for her.”

You explain what happened. The redhead steps out of the spray towards you, water running down her sexy body. You try to keep your eyes on her face, but they keep falling back down to her pale tits and brown nipples.

“First years,” she nods sagely. “Always happens. Don’t worry, the prudes will grow out of it. Most of them anyways. Half the girls are total freaks by the end of the first month. And with that dick of yours… I’m sure they’ll realise how great sex is in no time at all.”