" Hey, not Sam. That's not fair." I don't look pretty, Josh?" No, Samantha, you don't." Oh." You bastard of a brother." He's a prick Sarah. I told you..." You don't look pretty. You look devastating. Now go party."Sam ran up to me then, blushing madly again, while her friends mumbled insults at me. I didn't hear a word. She grabbed my shoulders, pulled my face down to hers, kissed me on the cheek, whispered a quick thank you, and ran away again, following the other two out the door."So do you!". Over her shoulder, Robert could see another head bobbing up and down between her legs. “Oh my God,” he thought, “who is this guy she’s having sex with?” He was about to protest loudly, but being a cautious man, he took a moment to create the words he was going to use. He ran a sample line through his mind. “Hey, who the hell are you, fucking with my wife?” That sounded tough enough. But what if the guy got up and punched him out? Better think about it for a moment. In that moment, his eyes grew. They broke us up into two groups today. Boys were going to the Natural History Museum, the girls to the American History Museum. We would meet up for a bag lunch outside and then the groups would flip. As we got off the busses we were given backpacks with our names on them. Inside were notebooks, pens and pencils. For anyone that did not have a cell phone they had some cheap digital cameras that could be checked out."You had better take this trip seriously. Each of you are expected to write. I enjoyed the curious eyes unable pick between undressing me in their minds or just staring at my outfit. I found a seat in the back of the room furthest from the instructor. As I glanced over at my neighboring classmate, a glimpse of white panties peeks through pressed thighs and a black mini skirt caught my attention as did her cleavage from what I could tell to be C cup, a little bigger them my own, barely covered by a pink tube top. I caught myself staring and managed to take my seat before.