She wasn’t a nerd or a jock. She didn’t play an instrument or was in a band. She was just a regular person.Until that really cold day in January. ...Anne Johnson was wearing Jake Smith’s varsity football coat. He had his arm around Anne and all his friends were walking down the hall with her. She became the coolest chick in a matter of a week.She was wearing nice clothes, all designer. She was totally made up and carried an expensive backpack. Her hair was cut and styled. Her make-up was done to. 30 am as it was weekend holiday for him, she stayed back just for my sake.I was imagining how hard she got fucked last night and got boner immediately my god I was sitting just next to her, I put my hand over it and was trying to cover it casually.Ramya suddenly lifted both her hands to dry her hairs, uff man her black bra was popping out saw her armpits which was clearly shaved, I literally couldn’t control on seeing her boobs with her hands up and dove shampoo smell was killing me with her. "I am sending Gillian home from school." Why?" Because she has come to school in high heels, fishnet stockings and aleather miniskirt."I explained that I was as shocked as the headmistress and had always toldGillian how I expected her to dress when she went to school and just whatthat entailed.The headmistress expressed surprise and told me ,"Ah, I see. Girls ofthis school year are allowed to wear miniskirts, just not leatherminiskirts. Gillian, of course, knows this and normally wears a. My wingman whispered to me that he was pretty sure they were ziploc bags. Awkward ? I thought maybe it was a joke or something? Like she wanted to make sure guys who talked to her bagged their junk up ? Little mental grenade without telling people to pack some plastic.So were chatting it up and I order us both a drink. She starts escalating shit real quick. She's whispering sexy into my ear, hands on my inner thighs, etc. The sexual tension was growing like Micheal Jackson's Dick at a daycare..