I think I’m a shinobi… because of a T-shirt I’m wearing? Because that’s so logical. Does that guy over there in the jersey think he’s a pro football player? Guess being the loner geek must just make me quite the ice-breaker around these parts. Easy pickings, at least. “…Yep, ” Emily finally said in a dry tone, rolling her eyes. “Sure do.” The damage was already done. She was bound to hear the other classmates, eager to fit in, talking down to her throughout the semester already. Why wouldn’t they? Stuck-Uppest was sociable and attractive. She’d quickly moved on and found some other people to talk to, strategically giggling and chatting easily with a small group of guys—and Emily? She was just the awkward japanese little runt. When the class began, their tired old man public of a teacher outlined his expectations for them in the course in a bored, droning voice. His words were immediately evaporating out of Emily’s head, and she could only grimace at the thought of enduring a year of all of this. Not only was there assigned seating, but Emily was shunted to the very back corner of the class, next to the wall. It would have been that stereotypical anime protagonist seat—back of the class, next to the window—but this classroom was deep within the interior of the school complex, so there weren’t any windows. It was safer to say that Emily’s desk was hidden back in the corner by the cabinets. Worse yet, the girl sitting right in front of her was Stuck-uppest; apparently her real name was Lauren. Neither were happy with their arrangement, although, in Lauren’s case, she just wanted to be placed in a more social position than against a wall. The uppity blonde seemed to light up when a cute guy was assigned next to her, however, which made Emily glower. Everyone near her now was tall. So, not only was she relegated off into this corner, but she couldn’t even really see past these Truliet cretins. “Hi! I’m Lauren,” Stuck-Uppest introduced herself, presenting a winning smile to her cute new neighbor, a guy with short brown hair. “Brian,” the guy offered, before giving her an uneasy smile. “Hey, uh, you got a pencil and paper I could borrow?” “What, you didn’t bring anything with you on the first day?” Lauren laughed, opening the rings of her binder to offer him some sheets of notebook paper. Yeah, oh Oral Sex boy, what a rebel, Emily thought sarcastically, not looking up from her desk. “Well, um, I only have my one pencil, annnd, it’s for me,” the girl said coyly, before hitching a thumb back behind Blowjobs her to indicate Emily. “Maybe you can ask the little shinny-obi if asian she has one to spare.” Pissed off, Emily looked up to meet the guy’s eyes with a glare. Yeah, just try fucking asking, prick. First fucking hour of the first fucking day, and I’m already saddled with a retarded nickname. “…Nah,” The guy flicked his eyes down to the anime motif of her T-shirt for a split second, then held her stare for a long beat before looking back towards Lauren indifferently. “I ain’t askin’ her. ” “Pfft, yeah, why not?” Lauren goaded. Emily glared back down at her desk, fingers tightening painfully on the edges of the worn laminate surface. Bobby tapped me on the japanese shoulder and stood up. “Todo bien,” I answered, then stowed the hamper, and off we set. Shiina replied as she lightly pat her breasts. "Yeah, I think I was dosing off." “Shall we.” Her words were as amazing to hear as her pussy working up public and down my dick. “Tina!” I sighed before getting up. “Oh come on mom his is an old man.” I understood, so I moved closer to him and put my finger to his lips to silence him. “No,” I replied softly, turning my hand over in the ashes, “I chose to do this. “Where are my panties?” Lauren mumbled. It was moving, if only barely! I was too busy to reply, exploring asian a strange device was more interesting to me. It looked like a dial the size of a steering wheel, but, instead of numbers, there were 12 rubber dicks all of different size, Oral Sex color and texture. I do stop and plug my phone into the charger. I kissed her and told her again Blowjobs “you ARE very beautiful”. “See?” Madison grinned. “Oh! Please, please turn the other way. “Huh.” she remarked. I made the telephone call in front of her, and when I thanked Bob and said goodbye, it was a done deal. A summer sandal dangled from the crossed leg.