Lunch: You're the piece of meat

As you walk into the lunchroom you feel a sharp pinch on your ass. You turn around and see Hilda, the Swedish exchange student and star of the girl's basketball team. She used to be very tall, six feet, and well endowed, which made her a lot of fun to watch bouncing down the court. Now she's an Amazon among Amazons, six and a half feet tall, stacked to match. As she walks off she smirks at you, as if she knows you love having your ass grabbed.

You get in the lunch line behind Maria and Alyssa. Maria is a curvy Latina and Alyssa is a slender blonde. In the old world there was always a rumor that these two were closet lesbians. Now there's no doubt, they're passing the time in line by making out.

Between deep kisses they whisper into each other's ears. You wish for better hearing so you can eavesdrop.

"I want your tongue in my pussy so much," whispers Maria. She pulls up the blonde girl's skirt and gropes her ass.

"We'll eat lunch fast," responds Alyssa. "Then we can grab one of the privacy rooms and I'll fuck you ****!"

The line moves forward and the two girls scoot ahead without disengaging their kissing. It's amazing to see a display like this in the lunch line with nobody thinking it's abnormal.

Something catches your attention from the side. You turn and see Ms. Love headed out of the Principal's office. She was by far the hottest teacher in the school before, but now she's eye meltingly hot. As Ms. Love disappears through the cafeteria's south entrance, you wonder if the guys in her math class learn anything at all or just stare at her in total lust.

With Ms. Love gone, you notice a strange feeling. You look around the cafeteria and see girls looking you over. Not just you, but all the guys are being ogled. The girls have no shame about staring at every part of a guy's body and then pointing out what they like to their friends. Several girls are looking at you right now, and you're not sure why the attention is so much of a turn on.

Before you can figure it out, you receive a sharp smack to the ass. You turn and see Kelsey smirking behind you. She's a relatively short redhead, though still a little taller than you are now.

"The line is moving again," says Kelsey.

"Yes ma'am." You move ahead, rubbing your sore ass.

"You've got a firm butt," she says. "Maybe I'll give you a ride sometime and we'll see about getting that butt out of those pants."

You smile at her and turn forward again. You've reached the counter, so you get you food. Holding your tray, you look over the cafeteria.