Sasha

You admitted it; the tongue piercing had you very curious. Sasha seemed like she might be the most fun of the three. Elizabeth might feel better and Anne maybe the easiest to mold, but Sasha seemed the most experienced. She knew what her assets were and she flaunted them. She wore leggings on more than one occasion and she might as well have not been wearing pants at all. Her ass greedily swallowed the fabric as she leaned forward and stood straight through the class. On other days she wore the flimsiest of tank tops, her tits barely contained. The girl knew what she was doing. She was sending signals and you were receiving them. The first assignment was one that required partners. You knew at least one of the girls would be left out and hoped it would be Sasha. After a short discussion between the three of them your prayers were answered as Anne and Elizabeth made their way to a table without Sasha. You quickly moved in.

"Looks like you're the odd one out," you teased. She turned to face you and seemed to lose her composure. You were reminded of the fact that she was still a freshman after all. She was slightly flustered and began "Ha! Yeah my friend...FRIENDS I mean...my friends decided we would rotate. I short the drew straw I guess." "Short the drew straw?" you asked, "You'll have to show me how that's done." Blood immediately rushed to her face and she turned a light shade of red. "Wow did I really just screw that up? Sorry I'm not usually this ditzy, despite the hair." "Well I should hope not," you reassured her, "Because I would hate for my partner to be a ditz." She beamed a smile and clapped. "I was hoping I wasn't going to have to go around the room and beg to be someone's partner. Thanks for making this easy! I guess we should snag a table huh?" she explained as you both found an open table to claim as yours.

The project would be super simple and require very little actual work but you would have to meet outside of class. That was entirely okay with you and probably helped further your plans. You planned to meet Sasha at her place during the weekend and wrap the project up in a single day. You exchanged numbers and prepared to end the class. Sasha quickly ran to her two friends and you could clearly make out "Oh my God. He's my partner!" You smiled to no one in particular as you slung your backpack over your shoulder. This was like fish in a barrel.