A New Semester

After Christmas break you are excited to restart classes, especially Comparative Religion. You are taking the class with Taylor your best friend and Wyatt who you are crushing on.

You meet Taylor in the hall and enter the lecture hall with her. The two of you take seats half way down, right behind Wyatt.

You settle in and pull out a notebook.

To your surprise a red skinned woman with pornographic proportions struts up to the podium.

“Hello class, I’m Ms. Devlin. You may remember me as a slightly plump forty year old with tortoise shell glasses. As you can see, I’ve made some changes in my life. I made a little deal. I sold my soul for the power to help mold young minds, and this kick’n immortal bod.”

She struts to the black board, her black, shiny, latex mini-skirt emphasizing the sway of her round perfect ass. You look at Wyatt and his eyes are glued to her.

She picks up a piece of chalk and aggressively writes on the blackboard.

God is dead.

She proceeds to underline it just for good measure.

“God is dead. Since god is dead, what is the one true religion? It’s the question we’ll be exploring this semester. Simply put the answer is Satanism.” She cups her breast and stares at the class. “I want to keep this class short so my students can explore the wonders of sin, especially my favorite, lust. The homework will be a ten page essay on what you like most about your favorite sin. Of course any student that pledges his soul to Satan gets out of the homework and exams and gets an automatic A.”

She struts off the podium to the front row of students. There she poses sexily and spreads her legs, giving the whole class a perfect view of her red, shaved sex.

You stand up to leave. Taylor and Wyatt are still transfixed.

“Oh, and if anyone wants extra credit, they can stay and fuck me.”

You give Taylor a tug. It seems to break the spell.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

Taylor looks stunned. “Do you believe what just happened?”

“Hard not to. I saw it.”

“What are we going to do?”