...to the first day of Bridge Year.

The school is a large, wide building in an old, classical style - probably built in the 1930s. The buses have pulled up on a wide, arcing drive at the bottom of a lawn that leads up to the broad front steps. As the four girls disembark, Natalie feels a flutter of relief at how familiar it all looks. People her age heading into school, backpacks on...it feels familiar.

At first. "Hey guys!" a voice calls. Nat glances over and blanches; Beth is jogging up to them, breasts bouncing in a tight sports bra. That's the only things she's wearing for a shirt; she's got a little pair of shorts on that hug her ass and sneakers below that. More to the point, her face is covered in thick, white spunk.

"Beth," Anna sounds disgusted, "what the hell happened to you?"

"What? Nothing," Beth blinks and frowns. "I overslept a little so I missed the bus and had to call an Uber. Why?"

"Wipe that shit off your face, it's gross." Beth shrugs and complies, scooping the cum into her mouth with little noises of pleasure. {if Sluttery > 40}Nat bites her lip, feeling a flare of envy in her belly.{else}Nat grimaces and looks away.{endif} "Claire, Denise, the stupid slut is Beth, she went to high school with me and Natalie." The two girls nod awkwardly as Beth waves.

"This place seems...weird. It's like high school but uh..." Claire glances over to one side. "Definitely not."

Nat follows her gaze and {if Sluttery < 20}looks quickly away{elseif Sluttery < 40}blinks in surprise{else}grins{endif} when she sees a girl braced against a large tree on the lawn, moaning as some guy fucks her from behind.

"I've heard first day's always the worst," Anna mutters. "Pent-up summer energy...but it's really no different from high school. Look, there are even all the same cliques." She points them out as the girls make their way toward the front steps. "Jocks." A couple of muscular bros are holding a petite girl in the air between them, one in her pussy and one in her ass. "Goths." A girl in all black clothing jerks a similarly-clad guy off, looking bored, as they sit on a bench. "Stoners." A scruffy dude on the steps takes a hit off a pipe and passes it to the shaggy guy next to him, who does the same before tapping on the head of the disheveled girl with matted hair who's kneeling between them. She comes up from lapping at his balls, still stroking the other guy, for an inhale. "Rich kids." A group of well-dressed, good-looking people walk by, chatting amiably. One of the girls is leading another girl, who's got a ring gag in her mouth, on a leash fastened to a green leather collar around her throat. "And sluts, of course. I hear we have three girls who are already black bands in the class...there's one of them." The girl in question, a well-tanned girl with luscious curves, is kneeling next to the front door, totally nude. "Suck your dick?" she asks each guy hopefully as he passes. "Happy first day...suck your dick?" One of the guys steps off to one side and beckons her; she crawls to him eagerly while he undoes his fly.

"So, yeah. Pretty much the same as high school except, you know. All horny adults," Anna says with a sigh.

They make their way inside and head to their lockers. {if Slut_Clothes=True}{if Sluttery > 40}Nat is very pleased with her choice of clothes;{else}Nat is beginning to regret her choice of clothing;{endif} on her way through the halls she feels a number of hands brush, grope, pinch, and slide along her thighs and chest. One guy actually stops her to press his hand between her legs.

"Not bad," he comments as he feels her up.

"Move along, creep," Anna snaps.{endif} They put their bags in their lockers and retrieve their first round of books and notebooks, then Anna and Nat say goodbye to the other girls; the two of them have all of their classes before lunch together, but the rest are dispersed. Nat follows Anna - who, as ever, radiates confidence - into the whirlwind of first-day classes.

English: "Learning to read closely is a valuable life skill and profound way to deepen your experience of literature," Ms. Twickham, a red-banded woman in her mid-30s with a British accent, says. "We're going to embark on a survey of our language's greatest works of literature, starting with that classic of sexual and interpersonal drama that's also a biting critique of its own society, Penetration and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. We'll unpack what it's saying about a woman's proper place in society as well as how its language works to both advocate for social change and acknowledge the pleasure women get in subservience."

Calculus: Ms. Paris, a thin, stern-faced woman in her late 40s with a red choker, paces at the front of the room. "I know, I know. Calculus is one of those things that seems like just 'the rest of math.' But it's got a wide variety of uses, some of which you little cretins might actually enjoy." She points at {if Slut_Clothes=True}Natalie{else}a girl wearing a tight pink halter top in the front row{endif}. "You. Stand up and face the class."

{if Slut_Clothes=True}Nat{else}The girl{endif} does so uncertainly. "Now, class. How big would you say this slut's tits are?" {if Slut_Clothes=True}Anna buries her face in her hands, and Nat{if Sluttery > 40}grins{else}blushes{endif}.{else}The girl blushes furiously.{endif}

There's an awkward silence before one of the boys in the back calls out, "Big enough!" That gets a few laughs. Ms. Paris rolls her eyes.

"Fair. But let me tell you this: with calculus and a few measurements, I can teach you how to calculate exactly how big they are." Several of the boys do, indeed, cheer at that.

World History: Mr. Bruce, a thin, hard-bitten man in his 60s, clicks through a slideshow. "There is one constant in the varied history of our world: women's subjugation to men." He clicks the slide, and it changes from an Egyptian wall painting showing a pharaoh penetrating a concubine from behind to a Roman fresco showing a prostitute stroking a client. "Through this adult history course, we will be examining the ways in which this dynamic - so fundamental to our own society - has impacted the politics, cultures, and beliefs of our world." Click: another slide, this one a Medieval painting of the Virgin Mary covered, as traditional at the time, in cum. "We'll discuss how that dynamic continues to guide society today - to the extent that it does - and whether anything has really changed in the last several millennia of human history." Click: a famous painting - Nat recognizes it - of George Washington crossing the Delaware, thrusting manfully forward into Betsy Ross as she leans against the prow of his boat, draped in only the flag. "Some might question whether, given the long history of clear sexual relations across the world, the last century or so is aberrational...but I'll leave that for the end of the course." He smiles thinly as he clicks to the final slide, a photo of Taylor Swift on her most recent tour. She's on her hands and knees on the stage, singing into a low-hung microphone as some stagehand fucks her from behind. The likeness to the Egyptian painting is uncanny.

Chemistry: "All right," Mr. Filmore, a short, slender man in his early 40s with salt-and-pepper hair says dryly. "I'm sure you're all expecting me to explain how you can use chemistry for having sex or humiliating women."

Several heads in the sea of expectant faces tilt slightly. He sighs. "Well, good news, ladies - that's not the focus of this class. Here we're actually going to learn about chemistry, dammit. Basics of elemental properties, atomic structure, all those good things. You are going to _learn _in my class, and yes, we will be conducting rigorous experiments. That's why this is a working lab, not a classroom." One boy raises a hand. "Yes, Trevor?"

"Do we learn how to make aphrodisiacs?"

Filmore sighs and rubs his eyes. "Yes. In January."

There are cheers and celebratory whoops. Nat {if Sluttery > 40}grins{elseif Sluttery > 20}chuckles slightly{else}smiles awkwardly{endif} as she looks around. That should be{if Sluttery < 20}...fun?{else} fun.{endif}

"All right, settle down," Filmore snaps. "We're not doing that yet. Today's just intro. And, also: lab partners. Look around and find someone you want to work with. They'll be your partner for the year, so, you know, don't pick anyone you hate. No trades later."

Nat looks around as everyone breaks into groups, chattering. She sees Anna, partway across the room, wave at her urgently, grinning. She's about to go to her when she hears a cough next to her.

"Hey, uh...I don't really know anyone else in this class...wanna be partners?"

She turns and meets two of the softest, most limpid brown eyes she's ever seen. The boy whose head they're in is tall and well-muscled but not bulky; he's got floppy chestnut hair that hangs down around his face in a well-groomed shag. He's got a great jawline, and he's wearing a flattering button-down shirt over tight jeans. Nat {if Sluttery < 20}blinks rapidly, her breath catching{elseif Sluttery < 40}gasps slightly{elseif Sluttery < 60}grins in delight{else}bites her lip hungrily{endif}. This boy is gorgeous.

Then she realizes Anna is still waiting for her, expecting to be her lab partner...