Sitting in class

Leigh's professor drones on and on about the structure of nucleotides, and she drifts ever closer to sleep. She fervently wishes, for the hundredth time this semester, that she hadn't put off her science requirement til senior year. This is not her forte, but at least she could have had a fresher memory of high school biology if she'd taken the class earlier.

Her mind wanders. She starts listing things in her head that she'd rather be doing. Getting groceries...her kitchen is getting pretty empty. Taking a walk...the weather will turn soon, better take advantage of the warmth. Sleeping...college students never get enough. Masturbating...no, better yet, fucking somebody.

It hits her that she could fuck somebody...I am single, she thinks, and free to fuck whoever I want. Feeling lascivious, Leigh looks around the classroom, idly taking note of who in the room she'd enjoy taking to bed. She bites her lip as she realizes there are actually quite a few.

To her left, on the far side of a couple of empty seats, is a tall, square-jawed white dude named Eric. He is tall and muscular. He could throw her around with ease, Leigh muses.

Directly in front of her, the next row down in the stadium-style seating of this lecture hall, is a girl wearing the tightest jeans Leigh has seen in quite a while. There was a time when she wouldn't have thought she was interested in women, but after her break-up with Chris, she's been reconsidering a lot of what she thought she knew about her sexuality. The girl's jeans sit low on her hips, and more than a little of her butt crack peeks out above the waistline. Leigh is pretty damn sure she has no panties on. The girl's long, straight brown hair reaches to the hem of her green shirt, which ends several inches above her jeans. Leigh looks at the shapely back under the form-fitting shirt and realizes she sees no bra straps. This girl has no underwear on at all.

Leigh looks at the class's two TAs, seated near the door. One is Darrin, a handsome black guy. He dresses really well--always button-ups and designer jeans. Leigh has the fleeting thought that perhaps he's gay, but tells herself not to give in to stereotyping. Next to him is Nora. Nora is thick--not fat, though perhaps a bit chubby. But mostly, she's thick. Leigh has caught herself staring at the ass and hips of her TA during discussion sections many times. How could she help it? When the woman turns around to write on the board in one of her wide collection of dresses, Leigh really has **** but to stare. Nora's curly blonde mop of hair is just so cute...Leigh wishes she could grab hold of it.

Up front, wandering in front of the projector screen, is Professor Simmons. He's probably in his early forties, graying around the temples. But he's certainly still attractive. He has a lovely smile, and he always wears blazers. He's fit, and friendly, and funny. Leigh doesn't normally go for older guys, but if she did...

And to her right is a girl that's been catching her eye since the first day of class. She's the reason Leigh chose this seat today, in fact. The girl appears to be of Indian descent. She has luxurious, shiny black hair and gorgeous brown skin. Her tank top is cut low in the front, giving Leigh a glorious view of her sizable tits in a push-up bra. Leigh glances at the girl's notebook, closed on the desk as the girl plays with her phone instead of taking notes. It says Priyanka on the front.

Leigh tries to imagine fucking one of these people, but has trouble concentrating. They're just all so pretty. There are too many options. Besides, she thinks shaking her head, I have things to do. And who knows if a single one of them would be interested.