We were supposed to be in the auditorium at 8.30 AM for a warm welcome by Miss Taylor and her staff.
I woke up around 7, took a nice shower and slipped into my school uniform.
I am not really a dress-up guy, but the uniform wasn't that bad.
Grey trousers, white button down shirt, navy blue sweater, blue belt and some black dress shoes.
The only thing I hated was that stupid tie.
It was a blue plaited tie, and I had no idea how to tie that damn thing.
My dad had tied it for me the day before, and carefully I slipped it over my head.
It felt weird, having a thing strapped around your neck.
"So this is how it feels if you get hanged." I mumbled to my reflection in the mirror.
The irony of having that hanged feeling just before you go to school seemed more then appropriate.
"It's show time buddy." I winked at myself, and left for school.
When I arrived the auditorium was about half full.
I found some of my friends and joined them.
We all sat down, had our usual talks and just waited to see what would happen.
Precisely at 8.30, Miss Taylor walked up to the microphone that was standing on a smallpodium.
Instantly the room turned silent.
For the ones that don't know me yet.
I am Sophia Taylor, the principal president of the Anne Taylor College.
Today is the start of a new chapter in your life,
and we are extremely proud that you all chose us to be a part of that future."
My mind wandered off.
I looked around me to check out some of my fellow students.
Some I recognized from High school, but there were also a lot of students that I never had seen before.
My scanning eyes came to rest at a small group of girls.
They sat three rows before us, a little bit to the left.
I softly poked Jack, my buddy, and quickly nodded to the girls.
Jack grinned and flicked his eyebrows.
Not bad, his face said, and he was absolutely right.
There were four girls.
One blonde,two brunettes and one with black hair.
The black haired girl was chubby, but she had a beautiful face.
The brunettes where pretty average, in size and beauty, and the blonde was the bombshell.
I got a pretty clear picture of that little group.
The blonde was the Queen Bee, and the others her little army.
The black haired girl sat on the outside, so she must have been the lowest in rank.
I shook slowly my head; Women...
I'm always intrigued by things like that.
Why was the blonde thinking that she was the Queen Bee?
Her body?Sure, she had the best looking body, but what does that mean?
I'm not 100% sure about other guy's, but for me it's the complete package.
The blonde was hot in a sexual way,
and I could definitely see myself banging her, although it would have been a pure lust thing.
But what am I talking about? I was still a virgin, so basically any girl would do.
The black haired girl was more beautiful, even though she was chubby.
Her face was angelic, mystical and flawless.
Sure she had a few extra pounds here and there, but those where overpowered by her innocentand fragile look.
Could I have sex with her?
A big hell yeah would have been the answer.
I could see myself having hours of sweet romantic sex with her.
The girls had the same outfits as we did,
Except they wore a blue plaited short skirt, that was supposed to be at knee height.
Underneath they wore grey knee socks and black pumps.
You can call me a pig, but I loved the outfits.
They were kinda erotic, although they were not supposed to be that way.
I peeked at the girls and tried to find out what was so erotic about their uniforms.
But I already knew the answer.
It was their knee socks.
Or better said; the socks in combination with the skirts.
Their legs where partly covered by ugly grey socks who were totally non-erotic.
The skirts where ugly too, a blue fabric with a Scottish looking pattern.
But the idea was highly erotic.
You could see a small part of their naked legs, crawling up underneath that skirt.
I imagined sliding my hand up those legs, and under the ugly skirts.
Touching their skin, slowly moving up, unrestricted by any other clothing.
I tried to picture how it must look like, underneath that skirt.
Two legs, coming together in a triangular shape.
Some nice undies, a sexy string or even some plain white briefs would do, hiding a women's treasure.
My mind drifted further.
What would be inside those panties?
Where they bald? Or maybe a nice "landing strip"? Maybe a full bush?
How would it feel like?
Where they wet? Warm? Or would she be steaming hot?
I might need to explain that until that age, I didn't had real sex.
I had made out with girls, touched their breasts, even touched and fingered their pussy,
but so far I never had "the real deal".
I knew how it went, learned it "on the street", and picking it up watching certain movies and magazines.
But I had no clue on how it actual would feel, and I was dying to find that out.
That whole introduction speech went by me without hearing a single word of it.
I roughly woke-up from my day dream about skirts, underwear and wet hot pussies because the whole auditorium burst out in applause.
Apparently the speech was over.
Now we had 15 minutes to mangle, before we were divided in groups to explore the school.
They were going to show us where every class was, what they did and all of that other boring stuff,
and at the end of the tour we would be guided into the gym.
There they had created a small market place, with the activity stands.
The Taylorsville girl scouts had a stand, the PTA, the school sports teams, the diversity of clubs they had (photo club, school magazine, chess club etc.) and this all came with free milk and sandwiches courtesy of the PTA... Woohoo.
"Did you see the chicks?" Jack asked, poking me.
I grinned,of course I had seen them.
"Damn,there are some hotties around here."
I smiled and nodded.
Jack took off, hopping around from girl to girl to absorb all of their beauty,
I just stood there, feeling a bit lost and lonely.
I looked around, trying to imagine how the year would go.
Would I like it at school?
I saw some of the girls looking at me.
Word got around pretty quickly, and even the new girls had found out by now that I was the guy with the sexy accent.
I smiled back at them, and in my mind I was already making a pre-selection.
I know, it's bad... really bad.
But hey, I was an 18 year old boy.
Horny as hell and ready to finally lose my virginity.
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