Outside the car window Sarah watched as society continued functioning normally, society functioning like a well oiled machine as it went about on its daily business, normality, routine, fitting in. Sarah sighed inwardly to herself as she turned away from the car window, the site of it depressing her deeply. But I guess it would be normal to feel like this in a new town, an outcast not even fitting into the classification of third class citizen. But she was determined that day, determined to make an impression on this crappy little town or at least to make some waves here. Standing at 5'6 Sarah wasn't particularly significant for females her age, not that she let that be her disadvantage, instead she had used it on many the occasion to get exactly what she wanted. When she wanted. Shoulder length brown hair framed her slim shoulders and slim physique. Her breasts weren't large but they were full sized and certainly above average sized, she was one of the lucky few who had a natural cleavage. An added bonus, which helped persuade her point across to anyone she so desired. Her face was one of pure innocence, large doe-brown eyes with an almost genuine warmth to it, hid her almost always ulterior dark motives. Her parents often moved around the place a lot, her dad was selling an insurance scam, which always kept the family on their toes. So as a result she was often moved from one education facility to another, staying for a few weeks or sometimes for more prolonged periods, until the debt collectors or authorities caught wind of where they were situated of course. For any body her age this would sound like a pretty disjointed kind of life, but at 19 years of age Sarah was a very disjointed person. Sarah had long ago given up on making friends, not that she considered herself to be a friendly person though, she thought to herself bemused. Rather, one to use people for whatever sole purpose that she wanted out of them before moving onwards to the next victim. Her social life revolved around the Internet where she had a few permanent friends whom she always talked to every night on end, swapping stories of whatever mischievous things that they got up to.
Her mum slowing down the car broke her train of thought as she realised unfortunately that her mum had arrived at the point of destination. College. You briefly exchange pleasantries to her before waving goodbye to her as she drove off down the street. Poor sod Sarah thinks to herself, she has no idea whatsoever exactly what her daughter is like.
*RING*
The bell goes off, signifying to everybody that their perceived 'freedom' was now officially over as everybody filed through the giant double doors of the entrance to the college. Another lesson in how to function 'normally' as discerned by society Sarah thought to herself, picking up her bag and walking in. God I hate school.
First class, hmmm... English... now where do I find English? Stupid bridging units. The last thing I want to do is make a fool of myself and walk into the wrong classroom Sarah thought to herself, I'm never doing THAT again...
Thankfully she found a little map which seemed to point in every which direction, after decrypting this disconcerting piece of map she managed to find the room after following its encrypted directions. By the time that she reached the class, there were no available seats there except at the very front. Oh great, now I have to look like some kind of geek, I don't need this on my first day. Sarah notices the sudden hush from all the male voices in the room as their voices suddenly turn into a whisper. No doubt it would be related to me, Sarah thought to herself smiling inwardly. She sat down, not even bothering to look around. Already she felt the all too familiar feeling of all the females in the room glaring in her direction. The room instantly turned to silence as the teacher walked into the room.
Sarah stared at the teacher dumbstruck. She was perhaps the sexiest looking female that she had ever seen before in her life. What stood out straight away was the teacher's height, standing at 5'8 she towered above all the other females, like some kind of supermodel. Especially with those long lithe legs. Sarah got a brief image in her head of those legs wrapped around her head, she quickly snapped out of it. I have never had lesbian tendencies before, how strange Sarah thought to herself. Sure she has had many females lusting after her, but never before has the tables been turned on her, never before has she found a female as sexually alluring as this female. Black leather knee high boots cover her leg up to her kneecap revealing her upper thigh, which is barely covered by the shortest of black skirts. A tight white button up shirt displays her ample breasts, straining against the thin cotton, stretching it. Sarah can faintly see her bra underneath her shirt; it is black and lacy. She got another brief image of her taking it off with her teeth her hands playing up and do-
"Hello class, welcome back to English 5.4 For those new here my name is Mrs Adams. I believe we have a new student here, her name is Sarah, Sarah say hello to everybody."
*Poof* Sarah's image disappears out of her mind in an instant as she felt 30 expectant eyes on her. Sarah turned around in her chair, suddenly embarrassed. Her once exuberant confidence shattered by the sudden appearance of this teacher.
"Umm... errr... He- hello" Sarah stuttered before turning back, her face flushed from embarrassment. Her embarrassment didn't just stem from the fact that she just looked like a complete idiot in front of 30 odd people, more so by how horny she felt just at the thought of the teacher and her. In her own little fantasy.
Mrs Adams smiled at Sarah, her perfectly aligned white teeth, flashing like pearls in the dim light, brightening up the dull atmosphere of the classroom, infusing it with a strange kind of sexual energy as she welcomed Sarah to the class. Sarah gulped, squeezing her legs together, another bombardment of images, as she fantasised how those full lips would taste. She was so wet at the thought of it, moving around uncomfortably in her seat as her thong stuck to herself. Wet and saturated, she started to feel it dribble down her thigh before gravity took over, causing it to change route to soak into the skirt which she was sitting on. Mrs Adam's face was one of an exquisite masterpiece, a finely sculptured nose, those sensual full lips, those ambient green eyes, tanned olive skin and light blonde hair, making her look like some kind of Nordic sex god.
"Okay class, lets have an open discussion about issues that may/may not clash with our values/attitudes. Let's start on the subject of sexuality and in particular same sex relationships."
Oh God, Sarah thought to herself clamping her thighs together with a vice like force, maybe if I don't look at her then gradually the images will disappear. Maybe I should preoccupy myself Sarah thought to herself as she sucked at her pencil with earnest. As usual the guys in the room voice typical irrelevant comments concerning lesbians and homosexuality mainly sexually deprived masculine comments before voicing their opinions against male homosexuality.
'Yuck, I mean that's not right god made Adam and eve, not Adam and Steve, I would never go up vegemite valley, that shit is just gross.' A jock piped up from the back.
The teacher calmed down the group looking around the classroom for some form of intelligence, before settling on Sarah, such a pretty girl, very innocent looking, such nicely sized breasts, oh how I would like to suck on them she thought to herself. Taste her. I wonder if she is as innocent as she looks? There she is sucking on her pencil with vigour, like it were a cock or somebodies finger, coated with juices, I would like to test her innocence, and I wonder what she is thinking? So deeply in thought.
"Sarah, how about you? What is your views on this matter?"
Oh god, there is no god Sarah thought to herself, cursing the almighty and whatever descendants involving religious gods that may reside up there with god. Okay Sarah, deep breaths, collect your thoughts, I don't know what I am so worried about this is after all my favourite subject. Although this is an awkward situation. Okay, look at her forehead, or a spot behind her head.
"Same sex relationships? Umm well uh.. well we live in a society that excepts these things, when it comes to sexuality there is limitless boundaries, I mean people study degrees on sex on its own right? But in relation to same sex relationships I believe that it is perfectly normal. Maybe not 'normal' as seen from a societal perspective but normal as in natural, basically we should be in touch with our own sexuality by exploring it and being comfortable with it. And if you're comfortable being in a same sex relationship then that should be accepted."
Wow, where did that pile of crap come from? I shouldn't of focused on a point on her face though, even though it was her hair, Sarah thought to herself trying to digest the bombardment of images that just flowed through her mind in that very moment. The deathly silence that follows is broken by a smart arsed college jock from the back row.
