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You showed up to German class and there was no sign of Yoga Pants anywhere. It appeared as if she decided German wasn't for her. You could only hope to bump into her on campus now. Ah well. You weren't going to let this ruin your semester. There were plenty of other opportunities to forget she even existed. You were going to miss that ass though. You continued your day and plotted a course toward your final class of the evening: Investigative Photography. Usually it was a course that was taken toward the beginning of the Criminal Justice program but for one reason or another you could never get it to fit your schedule until now. You easily found the classroom and took your seat in the back row.

Looking around it was clear to see that the class was mostly freshmen. And mostly women at that. Of the 20 or so students, you were one of 3 men. You felt as if the girls could tell you were older as most of them lacked the confidence to meet your gaze. You silently laughed to yourself and readied your materials. The class was going to be cake. You had heard as much from the upper classmen of the program. You could focus most of your efforts on honing the craft of flirting. It would almost be too easy surrounded by all these doe eyed newbies. You looked forward to the possibilities.

You scanned the class to see who might be worth the effort. A group of three girls caught your attention. The first and loudest girl that caught your attention was at least 5'8 and curvy. She carried her weight in all the right places. An hourglass figure with an ass begging to be freed from her jeans and a pair of tits that you could get lost in. She was a sandy blonde with green eyes and a tongue piercing that showed when she laughed. You've never taken a girl with a tongue piercing before. The second girl was shorter, standing at what appeared to be 5'6 or so. She had a slender frame but you couldn't describe her as petite. She had long curly brunette hair and a pair of brown eyes to match. She had the "girl next door" look going for her. The tallest of the bunch was a redhead. Oh how you loved redheads. She was at least 5'10 with glasses and sharp green eyes. Her freckled complexion matched her hair and she had a leaner frame. Her ass was her best feature and she seemed to know this. The jeans she wore made it hard to look away.

You made eye contact with all three through various parts of their shared conversation. The blonde met your gaze and held it briefly before returning her attention to her friends. The brunette blushed when she saw you looking at her, and the redhead gave the slightest curve of her lips. Your mind ran wild with the different poses and positions you imagined them in. Both collectively and individually. You had caught their names with the class introduction. The blonde was Sasha, the brunette Anne, and the redhead was Elizabeth. You committed their names to memory and finished the remainder of the class. You found it slightly difficult to stand and leave.

You decided you were going to pick them off one by one. The only question was who the first target would be?