I decide on being an education major. Sports are basically the only thing I'm good at, so maybe I could be a gym teacher. And maybe if I teach college kids, I can get some hot college girls.
So I tell Ms. Tyler to sign me up for the basic education class, and she also throws in a math class and a stupid biology class. Whatever, I'll manage. Ms. Tyler tells me to come to her office if I ever need any help with classes.
I show up for my first day of class in sweat shirt and sweat pants. My first class is just a basic education class that teaches you how to teach kids and shit. Pretty boring.
When I walk into the class room, I notice that there aren't very many dudes. Perfect, I think. There are a few wimpy looking white guys, but I'm clearly the best looking and most athletic man in the room.
I take a seat between the three hottest chicks in the class. The girl in front is a slightly tanned blonde in a hoodie and jeans, the girl behind me a darker-skinned, Italian-looking, wavy-haired brunette in a T-shirt and short short skirt, and the girl next to me a brunette with glasses and hair in a ponytail wearing T-shirt and jeans.
The blonde introduces herself as Angel, the Italian girl Gabriella, and the girl with the glasses Shannon. "You're , the football player, right?" Angel asks me excitedly.
"I don't know, see any other hot black guys around here?" I say.
The girls all laugh, Angel the loudest. The two brunettes seem interested in what I'm saying, but Angel seems most interested and keeps asking me all the questions.
"So you're an education major? What do you want to teach?" the blonde asks me.
"Gym teacher," I say. "Sports are what I do best, so I figured why not. If I don't go pro, it would be a good thing to fall back on."
"Yeah, I can't wait to see you play," Angel says. Honestly, I'd love to play her right now. I learn that Gabriela wants to be a math teacher (maybe she can tutor me in my algebra class because I suck at math), Shannon wants to be an English teacher, and Angel wants to be a history teacher. Before we can continue our discussion any further, our professor, Dr. O'Hara, walks in.
And I never imagined the professor of this stupid class could be so hot. She has long red hair pulled back in a ponytail, big tits that are barely held in check by her purple blouse, and long, slender legs that come out from under her checkered skirt and end in some black high heels. "Hello, class," she says. "And welcome to Education 001." And hello to you, too, Dr. O'Hara.
We talk about some stupid bullshit, but I don't really pay much attention. It's the first day of class, and I can't really focus because all I'm looking at is Dr. O'Hara's tits. I fiddle with my pencil to prevent me from jerking off in class, but I drop my pencil on the ground. I lean down to pick up the pencil and I'm greeted with quite a pleasant sight. Creeping out from the top of Angel's jeans was a lacy pink thong. I had to hesitate a moment to take in the whole sight. Maybe it wasn't time to abandon Angel for the prospect of fucking Dr. O'Hara quite yet. I look at the brunettes sitting around me after grabbing my pencil and decide it isn't time to give up on them either. However, Dr. O'Hara ends the class on a nice note - she tells us all that if we ever need any help with the class, she's available in her office until late.
After class, while I'm picking up my things, the three girls approach me and invite me to a party in the dorms tonight. I tell them I'd consider it and they go on their way. Now I have a tough decision to make - what should I do tonight? |