You wait

You stand there in the foyer, wondering exactly how Amanda is supposed to get out of class to come see you. Nevertheless, less than five minutes later, Amanda comes walking up to you. Taking the opportunity to fantasize, you look her up and down as she walks closer and closer.

Before you is an absolutely wonderful specimen of a woman. Creamy, almost pale complexion. Deep blue eyes that pierce into your soul. Auburn hair that goes just past her shoulders. Long, thin legs that you swear could straddle your waist perfectly. Her slim figure still holding the curves in the right places, notably her breasts. You think you remember they were at least a 32C with just a blouse on. To finish the sexiness of her ensemble, she's decided to wear a pair of white thigh high socks and patent leather heeled shoes. Her innocent face now looking you over, her face turns to a sexy grin, her eyebrow arched seductively. You've forgotten that you've actually started to get hard, and there appears to be a small tent in your pants.

"Well, John. I see I'm not the only one who likes what they see." Darting her eyes around, she walks closer to you so she can rest her head on your shoulder. You feel a sudden twinge in your pants as Amanda begins to massage your privates through your trousers. She whispers, "John, I turned 18 last week, and I've been waiting for someone gentle. Will you help me?"

Your jaw drops in disbelief. You had fantasized about this woman for years and never knew that she was this much of a slut. You can only nod to her request, taken aback by the feeling of her hand gripping your tent. She takes your hand in hers and begins to lead you to the school infirmary.