The Summer Before Senior Year

Seth

THIS IS UNEDITED- I THINK - BUT I WILL EDIT AND CHANGE CAUSE I JUST LUHHH Y'ALL. SO IF YOU WOULD JUST LOOK OVER THE STUPID ERRORS, YOU WILL ACTUALLY LIKE THIS :]

When I got to my cabin last night, the schedule for Monday was out. I just skimmed through the thing and took note of the important times, putting reminders and alarms on my phone for those times - waking up, breakfast, lunch, dinner and free times.

I know, I know. Typical guy shit. My eyes then went down to some asterisks and I saw that the Wi-Fi was turned off at midnight. Bummer, I thought. And then I saw something about not showering for the thing after waking up. 

I wasn't really paying attention to the stuff that I wouldn't be allowed to associate with Riley since we were in different groups. 

I woke up to this nasty alarm which was on the wall of every cabin. I had snoozed mine countless times because I didn't want to get up. At least, the installed alarm did its job and did it well.

I found out that we had Languages and the Morning Sport and a number of people went for one before going for the other and there was a five-minute interval between the two activities. I chose French as my language of my study this summer. I took Spanish in freshman year and that was a dark path I didn't want to come across again this summer. Riley, however, decided to pick German as her language because she wanted to learn something new.

I actually listened in my French class and I caught on quite easily. Much simpler than that devil subject, Spanish. The lady teaching French looked very young which allowed me check her out. She had this really sexy accent which I found was quite a turn-on because of my unstable dick which was quite hard. But I only pictured one girl with a pair of green eyes and wild-as-fuck fire hair with that accent talking - God! I had to snap out of it quickly.

"Okay with what I've explained, someone should stand and tell me all about himself or herself in five sentences." Mademoiselle Genevieve announced.

I couldn't raise my hand. My hard-on was still ever-present and I couldn't risk it. She started going round the class to catch some unlucky bitch to do this simple task and I began hiding my face. She stopped infront of my desk and picked the person two seats to my left.

"Yes, Mademoiselle?" she asked prodding for her name.

"Wayne." she answered.

"Mademoiselle Wayne please tell us five things about yourself in French."

She was on her third statement when she became confused and our teacher told her to sit.

"Anyone to help her?"

I could do it but my dick would not calm the fuck down.

"Perhaps you," she nodded at me, "Monsieur?"

"Winters." I answered her.

"Monsieur Winters, are you up to the task?"

"I can't, ma'am." I said quietly.

"You can't? You've been writing," she looked at my notes,"so you can."

"I can do it but I can't stand up." I said more audible for the whole class to pay attention.

"Why not? You all came in here walking perfectly fine so you can."

"Blood rush." I said to her.

"For God's sake just stand up and answer my question, Monsieur Winters." she said sternly.

I shifted in my seat before standing with my still present but now fading hard-on. people around me started snickering and I tried to start answering what she asked before someone commented.