Surprisingly well

You take attendance when the class starts, trying to put names to faces and slightly surprised that there are over 20 students in the class. You see one familiar face. Della Warren, the catcher on your softball team that you spoke to the previous evening. She answers "Yo" when you call her name and touches one finger to her forehead.

Two other girls look vaguely familiar, a pair of slender brunettes that sit together in the front row, but you can't remember ever speaking to them and assume you've just seen them around campus. They answer to Fawn Crawford and Agnes Ford, the former answering with diffident quiet when you call her name, while Agnes puts her hand up with a flashing smile. Raising her hand opens her jacket and gives you a clear few of dented mound on her breast that tells you she's braless. Another scalphunter, you think to yourself with an internal sigh.

As you begin your lecture you find it even more surprising how attentive the class is as you talk about nutrition and exercise as part of a healthy lifestyle. Their eyes seldom leave you, even the ones taking notes only glance down for a moment before turning their gaze back to you.

Harper is no exception. She sits in the front row, her legs crossed and her suspended foot rocking as she slowly rubs her knee. She nibbles the end of her pen as she watches you, her full lips caressing it as though it were a miniature penis, and you can't stop your mind from running off with fantasies of being engulfed by her pretty mouth and using her braided pigtails to hold her bobbing head.

Della watches you like she's looking down the third base line for you to signal a pitch in, her face a study in focused concentration. Fawn's thoughtful eyes watch you carefully and you sense an underlying sadness in her. Agnes whispers to her a few times during class, her face alight with humour, but Fawn never responds with more than a solemn nod. Agnes seems utterly entranced by your lecture, her expressive eyes following you and twinkling with interest. She crosses and recrosses her legs several times, each times showing a fine expanse of thigh before she smooths her skirt, but for all that she's much less brazen than Harper.

As you end your lecture you tell the class that the next session will be held in one of the small gyms, and that they should dress to exercise.

"I'll show you some basic stretching and resistance exercises that you can do pretty much anywhere. I've also had some requests to do drop in fitness sessions. Apparently these were popular last year. I'll circulate this pad and if you're interested please put your name down. When I have an idea of how much interest there is, I'll let people know if and when the sessions will be." You see some of the girls giggle and chatter to each other, and it seems like every student puts their name down. Harper is the last to sign, and she brings the pad up to you with a smile as you dismiss the class.

"I'd really like to get some fitness training," she says with a smile as she puts the pad down in front of you. "I hate to have to wait until our next class. Is there any chance that you could show me a few things right now?"

You're about to answer when you notice that Della is standing behind you, obviously waiting to talk, and Fawn and Agnes are making a slow job of putting their stuff away, casting periodic glances at you and giving every indication that they're waiting as well.