Wake Up!

You blink. Had you been asleep? You blink again, trying to answer your own question, but are only met with a haze over your memory.

It seems as if time had passed, but that didn't make sense. You were still sitting on the hard wooden chair in Miss Jones's office, staring up at the tall brunette, waiting for...

What were you waiting for again? You had been sent into the office to talk about a mix-up. You weren't supposed to be here at Saint Agatha's because...

Again, the detail of the mix-up slipped from your memory. You tried and tried to focus, but it was gone, as if it had been erased from your mind.

"Well then, if that will be all," Miss Jones said with a smile, "then I have nothing left to do but to welcome to Saint Agatha's. I think you'll do just fine here."

You stand up, smooth your pleated skirt, and thank the headmistress. Something, like a tickle in the back of your brain, tells you that something was wrong, something was off. Try as you might, though, nothing comes to mind. Maybe it's just the new school, the new atmosphere. You'd have lots to learn, lots of new rules, staying at a private boarding school. The entire experience was nothing you had ever imagined that you'd experience in your life.

Grabbing the roller on your mauve suitcase (had it been mauve before?) and hiking your purse up over your shoulder, you decided that you should get settled before anything. Pausing at the administrator's desk to ask for directions to your room, you admire the shade of her lipstick, and ask her where she got it. The administrator giggles at your questions (odd response) but tells you of a store in town, and the name of the shade, which you write on the palm of your hand with a pen that you borrow from her.

Leaving the office and heading down the hall, you can't help but take in all the beautiful girls you'll be studying with during the year. Although you can't remember it, something tells you that you hadn't been looking forward to attending Saint Agatha's, but now that you see all the good looking girls, you realize how foolish you must have been. Fantasies begin to play out in your head; making out in the shower, blowjobs in the cafeteria, mani-pedi parties, sex in darkened classrooms, doing each other's hair, it was enough to cause your pantie encased penis to twitch.

Yes, as you make your way through the school toward the dormitories, the sound of your Mary-Janes clicking on the tiles, you smile and look forward to what you are sure will be an amazing year.