Math

Right. You have Calculus class today. Who would've ever thought an easy course could become super difficult after transitioning from high school to college. Algebra, geometry, and hell, even pre-calculus were all fine; then calculus came around and it became a whole new playing field.

But through the professor's boring lectures, tedious homework assignments, and insane quizzes, you at least get to sit next to an attractive woman, each time you enter Room 69 in the Math building. The same attractive woman, who went by the name of Isabella, who you've been crushing on since the first day of class. Extroverted. Energetic. Enigmatic. You have a hunch this cute nerd has an interesting layer beneath that exterior, in terms of personality.

"Maybe I should ask her to hang out after class today." You tell yourself. "I should probably get her phone number. No way will she take it the wrong way if the reason is for studying." You're almost done changing in the meanwhile. But as you remove your underwear...

You see your flaccid, 1.5 inch penis dangling like a noodle. For a brief moment you stare at it. It's obvious you wouldn't let anyone, especially a cute woman, see your genital. But at the same time, your insecurity is mixed with... arousal? Your eyes close and you begin to think about Isabella. Her wavy orange hair; her cute green eyes that complimented her green crop top and skirt that she often wore to lecture; her pesky B-cup breasts that made her fair-skinned body sexier.