Arrive on campus

You only had three classes that day: Math, English, and Biology. These were all standard classes that every student was required to take, and you figured that it would be best for you to get all three out of the way as soon as possible. Unfortunately, all three classes were extremely boring, and Math was the worst of all. The professor that taught the class, Michelle Yu, had immigrated from China. As far as you could tell, she was brilliant, and when she spoke, she seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. The issue was that she had taken her accent with her. It was impossible to understand half of what she was saying. What made the class bearable was that beside you, sat a stunning young blonde, who had a knack for wearing short checkered skirts and tight pink blouses. Her name was Gabriella, and she had been your best friend since high school.

When you arrived in class, you received your second warning that something about that day was just not right. Gabriella was not the kind of girl you took for a sexual prospect. You had known each other for too long, been through too much together, and you were terrified of losing that friendship if you made _any _sexual advances, especially since her family was extremely catholic, and they forbade her from having any sexual relations with anybody, but throughout the class, you realized that something was off. When she hugged you, she sighed slightly. When the two of you spoke before class began, she was laughing far too loudly at your jokes, and constantly playing with the ends of her hair. She kept leaning over you during class, acting as if she couldn't see the board properly, but you were sure that she had a better view than you did. Then, of course, there was her hand.

About halfway through the lecture, she placed her hand on your knee. It was subtle. Casual. You almost didn't notice. But as the lecture went on, her hand slid higher and higher up your leg, before resting on your inner thigh. "What are you doing?" You asked, leaning over and whispering. She responded by kissing you. It was a quick peck. A soft smooch on your cheek, but it sent a fire roaring through you. Suddenly you didn't care that you were in the middle of a lecture hall filled with people. You wanted to tear open her blouse and rip off her skirt and spread open that virgin pussy to introduce her to a world of sin. But you couldn't. You had to restrain yourself as the image of her riding you in that chair played over in your head again and again.

"I got a job." She whispered, dragging you out of your imagination. "It's a great opportunity and I'll be shadowing a meteorologist in the city."

"The city?" You repeated, "That means your dropping out?"

She nodded in response. "I'm moving tomorrow. You're going to be seeing a lot less of me. But my parents aren't going to be home tonight. Come to my place around midnight. I have a special gift for my best friend." Before you could ask what it was, the bell rang. Gabriella stood and smiled and in her 'I love butterflies' voice, began to head off. "I'll see you after class!"