He did it, he was finally a Freshman. All these years, starting at the bottom of the food chain, just so he could move unto be a Freshmen, and start all over again. Today was his first day, Most male freshmen he saw here were already taking their pick at women, but not him, he knew there were more to them. He pulled out his schedule, "1st Hour, Ms. Kee Adams, English 1", He headed to his first class of the day. In class, he scanned his surroundings, no one here seemed to look familiar. No one here particularly caught his eye, at least not at first. Taking better notice to his surroundings, he notices a blonde haired girl with beautiful ocean like eyes, wearing a pretty skirt and T-shirt. The sight of this beauty was enough to send his heart racing. He noticed that he was breathing deeply, trying to get a better grip over himself, he closed his eyes and calmed down. Sure this girl was beautiful, but she would probably never talk to someone like him. The bell rang, "Finally he thought", on to 2nd hour. As he walked down the hall he thought about the blonde haired girl, from what he could tell, she was a freshman. He fantasized about holding hands with her, going on walks, slow kissing, and how things would go from there. He would start by kissing her, and make every moment count, he would move his hands all around her body, remembering every small detail of her petite figure, and then his hands would make his way down. Far down enough to make her squeal from pleasure, and then the fun would really start. He woke up from his daydream as he seems to have made it to his next class.
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Young Lust
Teen FictionA Freshman with the most common issue, always has sex on the mind.