School days were the best

You get up and determinedly march towards your old high school. If you were not hallucinating and this vivid day-dream was actually real, your best bet on finding some nubile pretties was on either at the high school or the community college - and if nothing else, you might meet an old friend while you ogle some prime female flesh.

While initially skeptical of the whole thing, you start to believe that perhaps you were not hallucinating after all, as one after another you see women wearing miniskirts short enough to show off their stockings, all in high heels too. This might be a coincidence if you were in the party district on Friday night - but not here, not in the afternoon. You chicken out of stopping anyone of them, despite the semi-erection you nurse inside your jeans.

Soon enough you stand on the street corner. A whole horde of school kids pass you, leaving the school. Curiously, the girls are wearing normal clothes - but then you realize they must be underage. Interesting indeed. Once they have passed, you notice a bus rumbling towards you. Decision making time - go inside and see if you can find any senior girls or hail the bus and go to the college campus?