First period holds an interesting turn of events...

He walked into his first period government class and went to take a seat, but before he could, Miss Abernathy called out to him: "Mr. Anderton, please remain standing to give your presentation." Shit! It had completely slipped his mind that he was to do a presentation today and he was woefully unprepared -- he didn't even know what the topic of his presentation was. He stared at his empty seat, wishing he could be sitting there, doing nothing but admiring Miss Abernathy.

Miss Abernathy was the reason government was his worst class. She had a stern but alluring face, C-cups that filled out her little white blouses perfectly, a taut, tight little tummy, and nice toned calves that she displayed when she wore skirts. Her dress was never overtly provocative, though her secretarial look always carried an air of underlying sexuality. Greg usually sat at the back of the class, staring at her or mentally undressing her, anxious to see what she looked like underneath those white blouses and business suit skirts.

"All right class, our first presentation for the day is Mr. Anderton's on the importance of checks and balances in the American government. Go ahead, Mr. Anderton."

That was a relief, at least he had a chance of bullshitting his way out of this now that he knew his topic. Okay, checks and balances, um...

"Checks and balances were, ah, incredibly important to the founding fathers. They, uh, designed a system of checks and balances..."

"Sorry to cut you off, Mr. Anderton, but no note cards?"

"Uhh, no, I'm fine..." he trailed off, getting more nervous. Now he was in for it, she
probably thought he had an amazing presentation lined up. And he would look like a fool in front of his classmates, damn, he hated presentations. Panic began to set in.

"Uh...checks and balances, right..." where was he going, no he was getting too nervous. Then he remembered the stupid advice his father had given him for giving speeches years ago: "Imagine everyone is in their underwear and they'll look like the silly ones, not you." Sure, whatever you say...I guess I'll try anything to get through this presentation, he thought. He looked at the guy in the second seat of the first row, "Big Bad" Brad Bender of the football team, a grade A asshole, and imagined him in big boxers with Barney on them. He smiled wryly as his gaze fell onto Jennifer Blalock in the seat behind him, realizing this underwear thing was a bad idea. She sat in a tight little white lacy bra and matching panties. Oh, but why settle for spying on her hot little body in underwear -- her bra unsnapped and flew off and her panties slid down, her stiffening nipples and slick pussy exposed.

"Mr. Anderton, please continue." Greg looked over in Miss Abernathy's direction -- oh no, she was in her underwear too, and her bra began slipping off her luscious tits, her stockings rolling down her shapely legs, and her panties dropping. Visualizing every girl naked was far too much of a distraction, he was screwed. Then, laughter erupted from the class and Miss Abernathy admonished him calmly: "That will be all, Mr. Anderton, please take a seat...and see me after class."

What? He looked down and saw an erection straining against his pants. No! Holy shit, how could this happen? He was so fucked. Everyone would torment him for this -- this sort of thing never happens, and there was no chance for reconciliation. He would be known as "boner boy" (which someone had already shouted) for the rest of senior year.