The cute brunette

You look around the room, scanning faces for the perfect one to unknowingly fulfill some of your adolescent fantasies. There’s a beautiful ebony girl with an afro—you briefly wonder what it would feel like to twist your fingers into it as you used her mouth for your pleasure. As you keep looking, your attention is drawn to the back of the room by the sound of someone popping gum. The sound goes off a few more times, causing you to put all of your focus towards locating its source. You see it's coming from a cheap looking blonde sitting in the furthest back row of seats. Clearly not paying attention to the ongoing lesson at hand, she's texting away on her phone with one hand while idly twirling her hair with the other. Kids these days...no respect at all. Targeting her, you make your way up the stairs towards her, grinning at the thought of just how little respect you're about to show her throat.

On your path upwards towards the uncaring bimbo, you see something that stops you in your tracks: a stunningly beautiful brunette sitting with her two female friends in an otherwise unoccupied row in the middle of the classroom. Her attire is casual but presentable—a plain blouse and knee length skirt with coloured tights. She's slim, bordering on petite. You can see the swell of high, firm teenage tits under her top. Probably the athletic type, you reckon she's got a tight little body under those clothes. She’s sporting a practical yet adorable pixie cut, has a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and to top it all off, her generous, thick lips look as if they were made for cocksucking. Best of all, she’s currently leaning on one hand, gazing ahead with eyes half closed, looking utterly bored. Perfect.

She sighs, checks her watch, and then starts rummaging through her backpack. You walk down her isle, pushing her friend backwards and out of the way in order to reach your new target. As you squeeze past her friend, she now leans across a foot of air to write notes, not reacting to your moving of her body and assuming everything to be normal.

You sit yourself down on the desk in front of your chosen plaything. Pixie girl finishes rummaging through her bag and pulls out a tube of lip balm. She runs the glossy balm across her succulent lips, smacks them once, and drops the tube back into her bag. Glancing casually around the room, she sighs again and goes back to leaning on one hand and staring blankly at nothing. Probably daydreaming. This is too good to be true.

You wave your hand in front of her face. No reaction. You reach down and cup one of her breasts over her blouse, lifting it a little and feeling the warmth radiating from her. No reaction. You loosen the top couple of buttons on her blouse. Then, cupping her face in your right hand, you tilt her head upwards. Her eyes remain blank, now staring through your head toward the ceiling. You look her straight in the eyes as you slide your hand slowly down her neck, under her blouse and down further until you feel the fabric of her bra. Her skin is warm, and your heart is pounding as your fingers creep underneath to the soft curve of her breast. You begin to stroke your cock slowly as your fingertips find their way to the nub of her nipple. You roll it between your fingers. She doesn't flinch. Letting go of your cock for the time being, you reach your left hand up and under her top to rub her slender waist. You were right; she’s a fit, tight little package. And she's all yours.

Out of curiosity, you pinch her nipple pretty hard. Nothing. A harder pinch and a twist, enough to elicit a scream or a slap under normal circumstances. She makes a sudden move and you flinch. Shit. What?

Her arms shoot up above her head, pushing your arms out of the way. You freeze. You are suddenly very, very aware that you're sitting on a desk in the middle of a busy lecture theatre feeling up a student. She opens her mouth wide to scream and you freeze like a deer caught in headlamps. This wasn't supposed to happen! Can you still go incorporeal? What's your way out? How did...

"This class is so fucking boring," she says to herself in a barely audible whisper as she stretches, yawning slightly.

Her arms drop to her sides, and she continues to gaze through you with a bored expression. You look around the room, your heart pounding. Nothing out of the ordinary. Laughing in nervous relief, you take a deep breath and look back to the cute teen slouching back in her chair, blissfully unaware of the cock now hanging inches in front of her face. A grin returns to your face. Yup, she’s definitely all yours!