He nodded behind us down the center aisle where Sophie and her Nazis came walking up like they were on a fashion runway. She actually had makeup on! T...at was as dumb as wearing makeup to the beach, where you’d end up looking like a melted snow cone. I just rolled my eyes and turned to watch Mark and Bethany dueling it out.Bethany had taken gymnastics longer than I had and she had some killer moves on the bouncy canvas. The angled back of each lane had a trampoline that she used to jump against. I could barely breathe as I watched her. And you, you were blissfully unaware of what was going on, your eyes already closed in semi orgasmic pleasure at the sensations she caused throughout your body. I had to leave. I was panting; my nipples were aching and between my legs were soaking wet, dripping with lust, threatening to show through my own clinging skirt, my body begging to be touched. I tore my eyes away from the coils of her sleek body and seductive smile and stumbled to the neon. As we sat around discussing this phenomenon I started thinking about how well this particular franchise could translate to an erotic story line. What happens at the school? How do teachers educate? How do students prepare for tests and study together? Does it take magic to create ‘the magic’? I thought I’d take a crack at it and have some fun in a genre outside of my normal writing style. I truly want your thoughts, comments, ideas, and suggestions. I want to have fun with this. Let’s make it a. Sometimes every time his hand touched my knee, I started to feel sexual excitement.Am I the only one excited?Only in my heart, I was asking myselfIn time he robbed me of my lips, and he put his hand deep inside the skirt.His hands were playing with my panties, his fingertips were moving to see the shape of the erect genitalsEventually he whispered in my ear, saying, "Sayu, do you feel good, you're getting bigger?" He led my hand over the gown into the crotch.His genitals were so big and excited.