OOC: Anyone interested in some classroom fun? Here are the characters:
Miss Applegate, 31, English professor at the local college. Professional, studious type but a seething ball of sexuality underneath.
Paul(my character), 19, Shy but good looking college sophmore. He is a virgin and a student in Miss A's class.
Betsey, 20, Paul's neighbor and childhood best friend. A mousey, plain looking girl. Pretty face, but thin and flat-chested. Has a crush on Paul but is too shy to tell him.
Maybe more characters to be added later.
Paul IC-
I sat in Miss Applegate's class trying to focus on her lecture on Elizabethan poetry, but once again found myself distracted. As she turned to write on the board, my eyes drifted down to her tight, black mini-skirt and long, shapely legs. Yet again, I had to scoot my chair forward to conceal my helplessly growing erection under my desk. I glanced at my friend Betsey, who was sitting next to me, diligently taking notes. I hoped she didn't know why I was always shifting and crossing my legs under my desk, but she must've had her suspicions. The class ended and Miss A dismissed us. As I gathered my books, Miss A spoke. "Oh, Paul and Betsey, I'd like you to remain after class for a bit, please."......
Miss Applegate, 31, English professor at the local college. Professional, studious type but a seething ball of sexuality underneath.
Paul(my character), 19, Shy but good looking college sophmore. He is a virgin and a student in Miss A's class.
Betsey, 20, Paul's neighbor and childhood best friend. A mousey, plain looking girl. Pretty face, but thin and flat-chested. Has a crush on Paul but is too shy to tell him.
Maybe more characters to be added later.
Paul IC-
I sat in Miss Applegate's class trying to focus on her lecture on Elizabethan poetry, but once again found myself distracted. As she turned to write on the board, my eyes drifted down to her tight, black mini-skirt and long, shapely legs. Yet again, I had to scoot my chair forward to conceal my helplessly growing erection under my desk. I glanced at my friend Betsey, who was sitting next to me, diligently taking notes. I hoped she didn't know why I was always shifting and crossing my legs under my desk, but she must've had her suspicions. The class ended and Miss A dismissed us. As I gathered my books, Miss A spoke. "Oh, Paul and Betsey, I'd like you to remain after class for a bit, please."......