"Weren't you and Willie steady?"
"No, he's off fucking some gash." The bronze-skinned girl flopped onto the desk, listlessly. "Apparently, he was fucking that... that... puta for months now!"
"For rill? Gawd, what a dick!"
Jordan had walked into a warzone. He could see the invisible line drawn on the ground and the combatants glaring across it. It was quite the departure from the usual dreary apathy of writing 101.
"Like, for rillsy, are they on stupid-juice?" The redhead reached down to apply a light smack to her ass. "We've got perfectly good booties right here."
The lecture hall was shaped in a tiered semi-circle with wide gaps between pairs of chairs. The red-headed Kiley and mixed-raced Marianne sat closest to the door and both set the tone for how much a smokeshow this class was. Kiley the brainless cheerleader. Jordan wondered how she got into college, but he certainly was not complaining. Not when Kiley's universally pink shirts all seemed to be missing the first three buttons. Marianne herself was a bit less proud to show off her boobs, which were a full cup size larger, but more than made up for it by baring her midriff, exposing her creamy brown curves.
Kiley was right to be proud, their waspish waists only accentuated their booties, booties that looked more like melons bouncing in their britches, only barely contained by a glossy miniskirt for Kiley and denim shorts for Marianne. A quick peek at their crotches confirmed that they were both packing. Massively too.
"God, what skanks." A voice chortled from the opposite end of the row, just loud enough to carry but just soft enough to sound conspiratorial. Talisha, the bottle-blonde gymnast, rested her feet on her desk, flashing her fishnet-clad lithesome legs. Her miniskirt so cruelly concealed what lay beyond. She put her hand to her mouth as she spoke to the boy she sat beside. "Just listen to them. Everyone knows 'girls' like them are only good for pumping and dumping."
"Like... shut up!" Kiley snarled back. "You're totes jealous we've got balls and you don't!"
"Oh listen to that dick-for-brains. Maybe if she didn't have so much blood pumping down there, she could think of a witty comeback." Talisha pressed herself against the boy, Daniel. Daniel quirked his lips in a cocky grin as he rested his arm upon her back.
Jordan looked between the two. Weren't Talisha and Kiley friends? He remembered the two being inseparable. And was this "war" between girls and dickgirls? Is that how this room was divided? A quick scan of crotches confirmed it, there were far more bulges closer to the exit than away from it.
Not knowing where exactly a vagina-guy like him stood in this 'war,' he scooted past Marianne and took his seat beside her.