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I shake my self awake, while the alarm blares on the side of the bed. A quick slap ends the loud noise, which leaves me to think. I will be starting college today, if you could even call it that. It seems more of a high school style of classes. Really the whole idea of it is more of an extended
high school.
The idea of this type of college would be weird to me if I hadn't grown up in THIS town. It's a small town that kept it's own morals. Which includes ideas like "more exercise!", "more sex!" , and "cats suck!". Yeah, that last one is weird, but you won't see me complaining. Those morals made everyone look like they were carved by Italian artists. Back to the point, this town is weird. But hey, it's all I know.
I leave my room through the door marked "Daniel's Room" ready to answer the call of nature. Why I still live at home I don't know, but it's free. I'm not alone, my older sister lives here, too. And as a kicker, she also goes to the same school.
Ugh, school. I can't even remember then name, I just remember it sounds like a pornstar's name.
My train of thought gets interrupted by a voice. My sisters voice to be exact. "Daniel, let's go!"
"What?! But I just got up! I still need to get ready!" I shout back, starting to get ready. I quickly style my short, sandy-blonde hair. And by "style" I mean "make sure I don't look like a tornado victim". After it looks presentable, I rush to get dressed. A short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans slide onto my body as I look for a pair of shoes to wear. I ended up with a pair of black sneakers.
I rush out of the house, grabbing my messengers' bag on the way out. Outside waits Stacy, my sister, in her light blue Prius. I climb into the small car and buckle myself in. Safety, right? The car lurches forward and we head to through the town towards the school.
Driving through the town has become a bland experience. The same old shops and streets. Sometimes I like to just imagine where we drive by in my mind. First, the gas station, owned and kept running by a couple. Then, the diner, always shifting hands, no one can keep it running, even though everyone eats there. And then there's, the sex shop. I never visited it, but hey there is a first for everything, right?
I eventually got bored of that, and let my mind wander into the car. It was quite messy, but given who owns it I wouldn't expect anything else. My eyes fall onto Stacy. She was a cute girl, although she says she never had a boyfriend, or girlfriend for that matter, before. I don't see why she wouldn't. She was fit, a nice 5'6 tall, and slightly larger than average breast size.
"Hey," she snaps, "Stop staring. We're here." I snap back to reality just in time to read the sign.
"Hugh G. Johnson's College for the town of Brightsville" Quite a mouth full.
"Hey, look who it is." Stacy says with a hint of annoyance. Right at the sign was Amy Greene. She was my best friend and also had the biggest, most obvious crush on Stacy, who did not feel the same. Amy was a good looking girl, a short Irish girl who was always cheery. She would often jump up and down, making her oversized breasts bounce. Although, she never noticed.
We park, then soon ambushed by Amy. The giddy red-head accompanies us to our first class. She talks slot as we walk. Mostly about nothing, but soon trails off as she sees some one.
"Ooh, Daniel, Stacy, you need to meet my friend!" Amy bounced as she skipped to the small Asian girl. The girl seemed to be the exact opposite of Amy. She looked like the definition of "goth". She had dyed her hair electric blue and had multiple piercings on her face and ears. The whole package tied together with a blank, emotionless stare. Her eyes open in shock when Amy yanks her towards us. "Everybody, this is Kim!" Amy makes sure to give emphasis to each word.
"Hi my nam-" I start, but I get cut off by the bell. Again, this is a weird-ass college. Amy frowns nearly instantly. She then gives us all a goodbye hug, making sure to embrace Stacy much longer, and skips away.
When I get to my class, I take a seat and zone out. The teacher eventually comes in, introduces herself as "Ms. Chandler", and starts class. Ms. Chandler was not a bad sight. She was an older women, about mid-thirties, with a very stressed look about her. Her hair was frizzled and put into a messy pony-tail. Her white blouse was wrinkled and had the top two buttons undone, allowing her ample cleavage to show off. She also wore a black skirt that flowed when ever she moved.
I spent less time listening to her than I did looking at her. But, like always, I grew bored and my eyes wandered. There was this one girl to the side of me that seemed odd. She was fumbling around with something in her lap, covered by her skirt. Her hand moved in a very methodical way, like in a pattern. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over. Her breath became ragged, and heavy.
And then I saw it. As she flipped her skirt up over her... I saw she was stroking her PENIS. I don't even know how to react. I just watched as she slowly fondled herself. I feel like I should say something. But what would I say, "Oh, hey, I saw you were masturbating, it is distracting me, would you please stop?" no, that's just stupid. But... I don't think I want her to stop. I felt a stirring in my pants while watching, and I kind of want some.
I look up to the face of the girl and see...
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