Olivia told her she could continue farting in the next class which had another of those odd, custom-made desks. I remember the rush of cool air as her ass separated from my stinking face and she stood. Amateur porn “How do you know my name?”
Damn, that backfired. Then, there was Carmen, the lean, olive-skinned freshman who was fresh and cute and didn’t fit among the nasty others. What? She was only five-feet tall; I was over six. She just wasn’t like that! That stillness was shattered, destroyed, vanquished by a high-pitched squealer that sounded much like air being let out of a balloon pinched at the opening. When she was done, she got off of me and stood and raised her hand and twiddled her fingers as if to say buh-bye. She added, “This is going to be the most-fun school year ever!”
The bell rang to announce the beginning of afternoon classes and Olivia told me to follow her and her troupe.
