Super Strange

A typical day for Max Miller consisted of flying under the radar as best he could, doing just enough to get good grades, and avoiding bullying.

“Don't draw attention to yourself, and you'll have a calm day,” he told himself.

In short, it was the best someone with no social advantages could hope for, but that wasn't his day, as he would encounter rare successes.

His early arousal had increased slightly, becoming somewhat uncomfortable for the young man, and he felt as if his testicles were about to burst.

“I feel like I'm going to…explore,” he muttered.

Even so, the young man tried to have the most peaceful day possible so he could go home and blow off steam. At first, that was how it was. Max arrived at college practically unnoticed by everyone, especially among women.

Then he noticed something very peculiar: whenever he walked near a pretty girl, they gave him beautiful smiles; not those fake and **** ones, but very real. Many of those girls didn't even know her name, much less that it was her birthday. She even thought a young woman had winked at her.

"It's not bad, but it's weird." She ignored it and continued with her daily routine to survive the day.

The last class arrived, and it was chemistry with the young professor, William. He used to sit as far back as possible. The only interesting thing was that he was right next to one of the most popular and sexy girls, Barbara Olson.

A 20-year-old redhead from a fairly wealthy family was the typical popular girl who thought she owned everyone. With the biggest breasts in the university, hideous lips, beautiful freckles on her cheeks, and a firm ass, no one could tell her otherwise.

Since she didn't like chemistry classes, Barbara also preferred to sit at the back of the room, but without even seeing Max, no matter how close they were, the redhead was out of reach.

Then the second strange event occurred. Out of nowhere, Barbara Olson began to greet him very kindly. With a pearly smile, she wiggled her fingers in a gesture of greeting.

"Hello," Barbara said as quietly as possible.

Confused, the ugly boy turned his head to the other side, thinking it was someone else, but no one was there. Then he looked back at Barbara, and she whispered.

"It's with you, silly."

Quite confused, Max simply returned the greeting silently, then played with his red hair and, with a more sensual smile, winked at him.

This time, Max didn't imagine it—a pretty girl had winked at him very suggestively. With no experience in these situations, the skeletal young man didn't quite know how to act. He began to tremble with nervousness, accompanied by a clear reddish hue on his face, and he limited himself to giving her a slight smile, revealing his crooked teeth.

That would have been more than enough for any girl to run away, but far from it, Barbara leaned toward him and gave him an air kiss.

"For you..." the redhead whispered again.

Max nearly had a heart attack as an unusual amount of sweat covered his face. Was all this really happening? Barbara Olson was flirting with him!

Unheard of and impossible; those were the words that came to the bewildered Max's mind. His entire face was burning red, and his cock was struggling to break free from its prison. He was about to say something to Barbara when Professor William walked right through them, cutting off the awkward flirting...

Class ended, and the room emptied in seconds. Max was the last to leave when the professor called his name.

"Miller, do you have a second?"

"Uh, yeah," Max said, just as he was leaving.

Professor William was tall and 36 years old; despite being somewhat strict, she was very beautiful. She had black hair, always tied back, medium-sized breasts, and a great figure.

"I noticed Miss Olson was distracting you today. I didn't really see what she was doing, but I have my suspicions. Was I bothering her?" Professor William said very kindly.

Max was surprised since she never paid much attention to him, although he wasn't bothered by her concern.

"No, not at all; she was just saying hi, that's all," Max said, keeping the details to himself.

"That's great..." she said, relieved, then walked in front of him and patted him on the head. "I'm so glad you're okay, Miller."

The young man felt the conversation turning strange; he could see the teacher's eyes had a particular sparkle. Suddenly, she closed her eyes and sniffed deeply in his face.

“Sniff…you smell good today…cologne?”

“No…no…I think…I have to go.”

Max quickly left the classroom, quite upset and extremely hot.

“Strange…VERY strange,” he said, walking down the hall.

He hurried when he was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the girls' bathroom.

"Ahh."

It was all so regrettable that when he realized it, his back was against the wall, and Barbara Olson was standing in front of him.

"Oh…why…"

She touched him tenderly with a finger.

"Shh…don't raise your voice, I don't have much time," he said in a very low voice.

"So…so?" Max also said in a low voice.

Within seconds, Barbara bit her lip, looking him up and down several times as if he were a great prospect.

"You're Miller, right?"

He nodded.

"Did you like my greeting?" the redhead said, clinging to him.

He froze when he felt the young woman's large breasts against his slender chest, and when she put her arms around his hair, he nearly went crazy.

"Uh…uh…yes, I…liked it," Max stammered.

Barbara giggled happily, then inhaled deeply, very similarly to the teacher's.

"Sniff…good, and you smell so good…do you want another greeting?" the redhead said, amused.

Something wasn't normal here. She didn't even know his name, and now she was throwing herself at him, but the overwhelming excitement distracted the young man.

"Uhh...yes."

Then she leaned Max's head forward for his first kiss. Barbara's soft lips molded perfectly to his, and for a few seconds, he felt their tongues touching.

She broke off the delicious contact, leaving the skinny young man panting.

"I guess...you liked that too," she said as if nothing had happened.

"Ooh, yeah," Max said immediately.

"That's great, that's great...here's a little present."

Barbara quickly unbuttoned the shapeless shirt, revealing part of her breasts, and in the middle was a note.

"Hey!"

Max's eyes nearly popped out at the sight of such a marvel.

"Take it, it's all yours, boy," she encouraged him.

Trembling, Max grabbed the small note, but not without brushing against her breast, which Barbara didn't mind. Then she quickly straightened her uniform and separated from him.

"Have a good time, Miller…and call me."

Without giving him time to react, Barbara left the bathroom, finishing up whatever had just happened.

Max came out of there like a stupid zombie, unable to believe what had just happened to him. When he looked at the note, he was surprised to see a phone number with the redhead's name on it.

“That was…unbelievable, but it wasn't weird…It was super weird!”