Kill Time Before Classes

The sounds of student chatter, laughter, and friends playing frisbee fill the air.

You walk up to the campus and pass by your wide eyed peers – a reserved pleasure in your steps as you look at them.

Dozens gawk and shift their focus towards your direction as you come closer. The occasional occupied student, reading in the shade, looks up and gasps. You notice how some eyes seem to bounce with your step, and you think of how you look to them – your breasts pushing up and down, ever so swaying, and your butt in quite the presentable position to all the onlookers. This new setting and that cop has broken you from your hazed mindset. You feel the spice you were hoping for start to build up.

A boy resting on his stomach, reading a book, looks up at you and utters, "Woah, what?" as you pass nearly right over him on your walk. He definitely got an eye full, and you couldn't care less.

You make your way towards the quad located in the center of the half circle layout that makes up your school. As you reach a fountain in the center, you put down your backpack – it was the one thing that would have been more trouble to not bring than it would have been to leave behind.

You bend down, aware and not embarrassed that you are giving the growing crowd behind you the same show you had provided your bitchy neighbor when you left for school. You hear laughs and whispers along with some comments that makes your body warm a bit with pride.

Eyes stare at your breasts hanging down. Your boobs jiggle ever so as you fish around in your bag and take out your cell phone, before you straighten your waist and look at the time.

Ah–

As your eyes glance at the numbers, you feel pleasant surprise ride over you.

I'm early. Huh!

It seems all that work over getting dressed was overrated. Choosing to save time and bare it all paid off – you got to sleep as you wanted, consequence free. While you wouldn't have cared about arriving late, you already thought you would, its now just one less argument with faculty to be had.

You browse your phone for a bit. Meanwhile, the crowd of students looking at you grows, and many take out their own phones. Only, they're not using them to browse. Who cares. You couldn't be less embarrassed or worried as you see your peers record you. You're not an exhibitionist, you're not getting off from this. You just couldn't be bothered to tell them off. Surely.

Surely.

"Look at her," ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "That's– wow, she has to know, right?" ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Fuck, her ass..."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Holy shit!" ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Guys, what if a professor sees this?"

"Fucking A, I mean, just everything!" ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Such a slut," ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Her boobs are that perky? Wow,"

I mean, it's not like you dislike this. So, why put in effort?

Surrounded by peers and cameras, the attention is high. How do you want to kill the time?