She makes it in time.

Alex ran through the unfamiliar halls of her new school. She managed to avoid any head-on collisions, though she did brush against a few people, all of whom took the opportunity to cop a feel. Alex was slightly disappointed that none of 'em tried to go further, but they must have realized her even stronger desire to get to class on time. The school was pretty big, but all the hallways and rooms were clearly marked, and so she had little trouble finding the classroom who's number she had memorized last night.

She opened the door and was confronted by the most perfect ass she'd ever seen on a guy. Said ass belonged to a man facing away from the door wearing a tweed jacket and nothing else besides socks and shoes. Then the man turned around, and she noted that she'd been mistaken, and he was also wearing a sweater vest, bowtie, and glasses before her eyes were drawn inexorably downward towards the man's bare hard-on. It wasn't as big as the some of the stars of the pornos she'd watched, but it was beautiful. With a supreme act of will she tore her gaze away from that lovely rigid length and looked at the man's face. He was about her father's age, she suspected, but the few lines around his mouth and touch of gray in his hair made him seem distinguished rather than old. The fact that he was movie-star handsome helped.

The man looked her up and down in a way that made Alex shiver. She'd been leered at by boys before, but she'd never had a full-grown man size her up in such an unabashedly sexual way before. She loved it.

"You must be Miss Arton," he said. His voice was as gorgeous as the rest of him, authoritative and masculine, with a hint of sensuality. "I am Mr. Haldeson. Glad to see you're trying to fit in."

"Th-thank you, sir," Alex managed to squeak out, still trying to process her astounding luck at having this gorgeous silver fox as her teacher.

"Well, take a seat. Sit in whichever lap you like, I don't believe in assigned seating."

For a moment, Alex was confused by this statement, then she looked at the rest of the class and saw that even though there was one seat that was unused, almost every desk had two occupants, with one sitting on the other's lap, with one leather-clad boy additionally having two girls in bondage gear kneeling on either side of him. Aside from the empty seat (which was placed somewhat awkwardly, suggesting it had been set aside to accommodate her presumed prudishness), only three desks had only one occupant. One was a beefy Asian boy with shoulder-length hair, wearing a tight white T-shirt and spandex shorts that did more to advertise than conceal his delectable muscles and enormous cock. Another was a tall, willowy girl with fire-red hair, pale skin, and green eyes; she wore a letterman jacket and nothing underneath it but a teeny-tiny bikini bottom and freckles, unless you counted the crucifix on a golden chain that nestled between her high, proud breasts. The final single-seater was a black-eyed shortstack with olive skin and an hourglass figure, her neon green hair and multiple piercings making an odd contrast to the lacy, white lingerie she was wearing.

Alex pondered for a moment, deciding which lap she'd prefer to occupy, or if she should take the empty chair.