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“We pretty much have to,” Tanya responded, “I’ll show you to your classroom first.”

Scott nodded at that, not feeling particularly enthusiastic that the first class of the day was one of the compulsory classes, where all the other students would be in the same grade as him. As nervous as he was about his first real day at the school, it would have been a relief to have Tanya beside him.

The short journey to the school building and up through the first two floors was carried out in relative silence, with Lydia and Tanya carrying out some light conversation while Scott struggled to get control of his nerves, being eternally grateful for the fact that he at least had Tanya.

Since they were running a little late, though not more than roughly five minutes, the corridors which the trio moved through were abandoned, giving the impression that they were the only students not already in class. For a moment, Scott humoured himself by pondering how common skipping class was at a school like this one, but then Tanya squeezed his hand a little in an effort to make him break his silence.

“Hey, how are you?” Tanya asked, bringing them to a halt.

“Fine, I guess. A little nervous though.” Scott saw no reason to hide his apprehensions from his girlfriend.

“You’ll do fine,” Lydia hurried to assure him, even if the short and curvy brunette did seem quite intrigued by the way in which Scott and Tanya were looking at each other.

“Lydia’s right, honey,” Tanya promised Scott, whilst gently rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand.

Scott slowly nodded his head and drew the right side of his mouth up into a grin, and he then shared a kiss with Tanya before the threesome began to move again, soon arriving outside the classroom where Scott was to have his first lesson.

“So,” Tanya began as she stood with Scott’s arms wrapped around her back and her own locked behind his head, “I’ll come down here and pick you up in an hour.”

“Right,” Scott smiled at Tanya’s concern for his well-being, though his smile faded and he made sure to take one last breath of air as she began to move her lips against his.

Lydia stood by the side and watched Tanya run her fingers through Scott’s hair while he slid his hands up the part of her back that the cut of her vest had left exposed as the two of them kissed each other goodbye.

“Lydia,” Scott leaned down and placed a much shorter and much more innocent kiss on Lydia’s right cheek after he and Tanya had finally allowed theirs to come to an end.

“Good luck, Scott,” Lydia grabbed hold of his shoulders and raised herself up to stand on her toes as she returned the favour by planting a soft peck on his cheek.

“Thanks,” Scott let go off Lydia and then shared one last long look with Tanya before seizing hold of the handle and pushing open the door.

The classroom that Scott had just stepped into was pretty much like the ones from back home, even if the fact that he was now at a prestigious old school in England did show itself in how the room was dominated by more wood and darker colours than he was used to.

There were several lines of desks, a desk up front where the teacher could sit and teach his pupils, a whiteboard and a man in his mid thirties or early forties standing in front of it.

However, whatever temporary illusions that Scott might have had about this being an ordinary school as far as the classrooms were concerned, even if things seemed a bit peculiar outside of them, were utterly and irrevocably shattered when he took a first peek at his classmates. The boys, which were about ten in all, were thankfully all dressed in more than just a tie, and looked a rather diversified lot of ranging build, though none of them could be considered overweight or flabby, and of various ethnicities.

The girls on the other hand, were uniformly voluptuous, all fourteen of them, and were dressed in the most outrageous of manners. About half of them were wearing outfits that looked to be their own, and they ranged from the sexified schoolgirl outfit that one tanned and busty brunette had on to the black thong and black gloves that the equally tanned and busty blonde sitting next to her was wearing, while the other half were all dressed in an outfit that consisted of black platform heels that merged themselves into equally black and shiny stockings, the tiniest of skirts, a glossy black corset which was cut to give their breasts complete freedom, and a pair of black gloves that covered their arms.

“Ah, you must be the new boy!” The teacher greeted Scott with an amused smile.

“Yes sir, sorry I’m late,” Scott replied as he closed the door behind him, feeling as though everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Don’t worry, we were just about to get started,” the teacher’s friendliness served to instantly win Scott over, “I’m Mr. Pickens, and I assume you’re Mr. Dorian.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, then have a seat and let’s begin,” Mr. Pickens gestured for Scott to take a seat while his other hand clutched the marker.

Looking out over the classroom, Scott spotted the one seat that was unoccupied and begun to move towards it as he found himself undergoing the strange sensation of being both nervous and aroused at the same time, trying his best to keep his thoughts on Tanya as he walked past one scantily clad beauty after another.

The desk which Scott had sat himself down at and placed his pen and notebook upon was located about halfway to the back and next to a window, meaning that he only had one immediate neighbour at his side, and he found himself wondering for a moment whether or not the girl sitting on his right side would be one of those who respected the wristband that he was wearing. Just to be sure that the wristband was visible, Scott hurried to take off his denim jacket and hang it on the back of his chair.

(Contains note for joachim)