Each page listed one class with the requirements she'd just told me. There was also a teacher listed for each one as a faculty advisor.There was a lit...rature class that had a list of about 30 books that were required reading. Each book had its own test that was done upon completion of the reading.The creative writing class didn't have a test but there were 12 writing assignments, ranging from two to 25 pages. Each assignment was to be turned in and graded. A passing grade was required before. It was time to get a boyfriend and it was time to start having sex. Why not? I'd like to show my body to the right guy and see his face when I did. I'd like to model the bra and panty set for him.I started to masturbate a lot. I downloaded some porn from the internet; videos and sex stories and learned a lot about how and what to do. One day I stuck a cucumber in my pussy and busted my hymen. I shaved my muff. I got birth control from the clinic. I looked at the boys at school to see whom I'd. Dressed as Jessica Rabbit, who I don't think is a Disney princess, but who the fuck cares. Dressed in black thigh highs and I think five inch pumps, I looked at her and was weak at the knees.Miranda had been local weather girl since she was eighteen, back in 1988. She was famous for her long legs which were always, and I mean always, in pantyhose, which was pretty common in the eighties, but was incredibly rare in 2011. Like my Mother, she was a constant focus of my stroke sessions.Distracted. I thought something was terribly wrong; she seemed as if she was having a seizure or heart attack or something. It went on for several seconds. I asked her if she was ok. She looked at me with a look of surprise on her face, but said nothing. I moved my dick inside her to relish the newfound sensation of heat and slickness surrounding my cock. I don’t think my cock ever shrank a quarter of an inch. I began with little thrusts and soon I was fucking her as before, already chasing after.