Her mind keeps dwelling on Anal

In English class her mind started to wander. Her eyes settled on Hector, a basketball player (but a serious student like herself).

What kind of equipment does he have? Could I take him in my ass?

The very thought shocked her back into paying attention to the professor. What the hell was wrong with her? She wasn't here to think about something so vulgar.

She left class as fast as she could once it finished, to get her bearings and have a break before the next one, but Hector was right behind her.

"You in a hurry Cassie?"

"Uh, no, not really." She bit her lower lip, unsure what to say next. Hector didn't leave her hanging though.

"I really liked what you were saying about Sontag's essay. It helped me get it. You know your stuff."

"Thanks... I study hard."

"Well, I don't think it's just that. Want to hang out sometime, talk more? I'd like to get to know you better."

"Oh, wow" and an image flashed through her mind of herself on all fours, ass up, her taboo hole being stretched by this 6'8" athlete's cock. Fuck, he probably is huge. It'd probably be impossible to take him all the way in my little virgin asshole, he'd - she halted her thoughts, lost for a moment, face flushing in embarrassment at her own secret fantasy.

"Just an idea," he said.

"No, I mean yeah I'd like that. Maybe Friday night?"

In minute they'd agreed on a place and time. A nice restaurant near campus. Unambiguously a date.

Cassie tried not to think about why she'd agreed, even as a flush of heat in her pussy reminded her.