It never went away. I spent the rest of the day trying to hide the fact I almost had a full hard-on growing in my pants. Unfortunately, I had 4 more c...lasses left after band, and 3 of them had Alex in them. And in one of them, 8th period, the chairs were set so the teacher's desk was in the back, middle of the room, and the desks were against either wall, facing in. And of course, she sat right across from me. Except this time, there was no Jenna for her to talk to. So she sat and stared at me. I looked around the room, but nothing had changed since the last time I was there. There was a small study desk and chair, a few posters on the walls and a door to the toilet and shower that it shared with the room beside it. There was a single bed, and Karen was sitting on the edge of it, fidgeting. Karen was a cute little girl, straight out of highschool in a small town, here to study nursing. I had met her at one of the LGBTQ nights on campus. She had just come out of the closet, able to. { Consensual, Ultimateacceptance, Future Forced Slave} By DJC Chapter One It started out as fun. Susan Banks, 29 years old. Had and still has the looks of a model which shealways dreamt of being at a teen before she got married. Her only problem ifyou can call it a problem were her breasts. Too big for most of today's skinand bone fashion models. She told those who suggested it, that she had no desireto be a bimbo for swim suit modeling or worse. Secretly she would have jumpedat the opportunity. You talk about past loves and losses, dreams completed and those which were still being fulfilled. As the evening comes along she has to leave but you feel now more than ever that something started that in the process of you two opening yourselves up for each other something was left behind.For the next few weeks the change in your exchanges is noticeable. She is no longer sheepish, before class starts; a time which was usually reserved for day dreams about her is filled with her talking to.