Go to Class the Next Day

The next day you go back to class. You aren’t exactly late but you are the last one in. As you walk through the door the first thing you notice is Amanda briefly staring at you and then quickly looking down at her desk like she just got caught doing something she’s ashamed of.

“Shit” you think to yourself. “She’s Cute”; hot you could deal with a million times over. You were legally assigned a hot girl every day. Hot could get people off but it wasn’t dangerous. Cute was very dangerous. Cute was mainly a function of the face (and you weren’t lying when you told Amanda she had a lovely smile) and certain personality traits.

Although briefly rattled, you did however notice Macy and her tight jeans and ridiculously tight T-Shirt. Her hair was also wavy whereas it was usually straight; it kind of looked like she didn’t really have time to get ready this morning.

Tarah was wearing a beige skirt and a pink top. Nothing very revealing but any kind of skirt always prompted you to think of how easy it would be to just lift it up and have your way.

Kayla was her usual lovely self, wearing leggings that would have done a great job highlighting her ass if she wasn’t sitting down. Unfortunately she was also wearing a long, red, sort of jersey that covered her ass when standing.

Eventually the lecture started and wound its challenging, boring course. It was difficult material and you mainly worked with another guy in the class in the intervals the professor assigned you to work on problems.

Amanda stayed well the hell away from you and you thought she’d have an anxiety attack if you got too close.