Clara’s First College Double-Dicking

Pammy Perkins

Copyright 2012 Pammy Perkins

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Clara’s alarm clock went off with a persistently piercing wail for the fourth time that morning. She lazily reached her arm across her nightstand and made an effort to hit the tiny “off” button as opposed to the giant “snooze” button she had been abusing. As she slowly began to sit up in bed, it dawned on her that today was the last day of Anatomy class before finals week. She knew that if she missed the last content review day, she would bomb the final and fail the class. Her tasseled brunette hair whipped behind her as she darted to her closet to throw on the quickest thing she could: a tiny spaghetti strap tank top that barely contained her perky breasts, and a pleated skirt that her ass coyly peeked out of when she bent down to put on her favorite kitten heels.

Clara ran across campus her breasts bouncing and almost falling out of her tank top as her heels loudly scuffed the concrete. Finally she arrived at the Health Sciences building panting. She pushed through the door of the classroom, breathing heavily as a tiny bead of sweat trickled from her neck down between her heaving cleavage.

So nice of you to join us, Clara,” scoffed the professor, Dr. Jones, clearly annoyed by the interruption. He was an older man, but his age only made him more refined and attractive. Clara would sometimes fantasize about him, but his attitude toward her had recently soured as her performance dropped. Clara blushed as she sulked to one of the few empty seats. She chose one near the back left corner, a seat that gave her the best view of Troy, who was two seats diagonally in front of her. Troy was the tall, lean, muscular hunk who had been occupying a majority of the dirty thoughts that she’d been escaping into during lectures lately—no doubt the reason behind her less-than-stellar performance in the class.

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