The troll doll looks nice.

As much as she wanted to sit in the guy's lap and have the ride of her life, so far at least. She wanted to make a female friend first.

The red head's jacket gave Alex the feel of either a cheerleader or some basketball player. The Cross which had gotten her attention the most gave her questions more then a decision on a seat. Alex herself wasn't all that spiritual. But it did intrigue her enough to talk to her later.

She couldn't help but stride over to ask the person that reminded her of one of her old hand me down troll dolls her name.

Her walk was pleasant for her the first few students greeted her traditionally with a handshake. The third took it upon himself to stand up off of his 'seat', which she elated over being another guy, and give a breast shake. Alex caught off guard by the change just accepted it with a smile. Once the class saw that she didn't put any resistance to that kind of greeting the hand shakes stopped completely.

By the time she reached the troll doll look a like her legs trembled from all the exploring hands that greeted her body. Having a bit of decorum Alex held back from just plopping down on those soft thighs.

Alex smiled with a bit of lust in her face. "Hi, mind if I sit down?"

The short hispanic looked her over twice before answering. "I don't care if you sit down, however, please be a little bit more specific in the future," saying that as she gestured to a few people in the room.

Those said people were on the floor beside them. One was seated in a oriental way with their face in the groan of the person in the chair. "OH," was the only thing that escaped Alex's mouth.

"The name's Izzy" Alex turned back to her and proceeded to sit in her lap. When she was comfortable Izzy tapped Alex on the back. when she turned her head to look back she noticed how short Izzy actually was. "If you're going to sit like that lean back and put your arm around my head, so I can see the board." Alex apologized and shifted her weight to what was suggested.

A few twists later and both were comfortable. Izzy's head was popping up between Alex's right breast and arm. Alex's hand was unintentionally placed on one of Izzy's squeezable tit flesh. Izzy smiled at Alex and decided to prop her left hand that was wrapped around Alex on her smooth mound. Alex was a bit surprised she didn't go further.

By then the teacher started started to teach the class. She knew the first class was history. Alex found all the little differences to her and this world's history fascinating. For once she was actually paying attention in class. The rapture in her face didn't show if it was Mr. Haldeson's voice, his looks, or subject matter; but she was all ears.