Next class

Your next class is English Composition. You walk in a few minutes before the bell, grinning at getting Tracy to blow you between classes and just leaving her in the bathroom. You start thinking about things you can do with her tonight. Then your eyes adjust to the light in the room. You look around. You see several good-looking girls around.

There's a sexy looking redhead on one side near the front of the classroom. She's wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse that has a few buttons undone to show off her cleavage. She has knee-high black boots. Her legs are crossed, and she's absentmindedly tapping her toe in the air. Then you realize she's wearing ear buds and listening to music on an iPod.

At the back of the class is Angie, a girl from your high school with long brunette hair. She used to be a cheerleader, but now is wearing a sorority sweater, which is stretched over her impressive breasts. The Greek letters Sigma, Epsilon, and Chi roll across her mountains. You remember going to several football games just to watch her tits bounce during the cheers.

On the far side of the classroom, you see a tall African-American girl with black curls and light mocha skin. She looks rather athletic, with small boobs under her soccer jersey. She's wearing a red skirt and running shoes. You see her watching you, but she shifts away her glance when she sees you looking back. But you catch the slight grin on her full lips as she looks at the professor walking into the room. The teacher is a good-looking woman in her thirties, you'd guess, wearing a crimson blouse and a black skirt. She has shoulder-length brown hair.