It was a hot summer’s afternoon when Melissa Jones sat down for her first University lecture. She chose to sit on her own near the back of the lecture theatre. She wanted anything but to be stuck inside that, as she had earlier described it, ‘fucking hell hole’. The idea of spending 3 years doing an English Literature course she so desperately tried to get out of had slowly been eating away at her morale for the past 2 months of summer holiday.
She had told her dad how she despised the idea of being forced to read Dickens, Faulkner, even fucking Shakespeare with all his old fashioned colloquialisms. No, that wasn’t for her, she just wanted to model. She had already garnered the attention of several agencies, she knew they liked her perky C cup breasts and long, slender legs, but her cunt of a dad wouldn’t allow it. He had rambled on about how she had a “natural flair” for writing, a “God given gift”, and that wasn’t something he was about to let his daughter waste. Mel had tried to argue, but her dad’s almost vicious tenacity soon won out.
She had at least made one decision about Uni herself, she was going to fuck, and she was going to fuck a lot. She was still a virgin, she reckoned. Some boy had come close at a party a few months back, but he was so nervous he couldn’t keep it up, so she had just sucked him off. She had done that a few times, and loved it. Now she wanted more, and she was going to make sure she got it.
The lecture theatre slowly filled. She looked down at the rows of heads filled with minds eager to learn (minds unlike her own) from her solitary position at the back of the room with utter contempt. Some of the boys kept glancing back at her, and then quickly averted their gaze with a nervous smile planted on their faces This was unsurprising, considering the outfit Mel had opted for today.
Her dad would have described the length of her denim skirt as ‘disgraceful’, but the boys seemed to like the way it showed off her smooth yet toned legs. She knew when she bent over you could easily see the swell of her pussy being covered by her skimpy red thong. She had seemingly innocently given the people on the front row a bit of a show when she ‘accidentally’ dropped her pencil on the floor.