"...Do you think he ever washes his hair?"
"I dunno. Wouldn't mind letting him wring the milk out of me."
"Girl, you really that desperate?"
"Oh piss off, having a dick is much... harder than it looks."
Mr. Price's voice faded into a background drone. Jordan had higher priorities. He assumed that a vagina would feel 'wet' at the sight of titties. Instead, he felt a "dropping" sensation above his crotch and a throbbing in his... clit that slowly radiated outwards. A sweet tingling that spread up his vaginal walls, going deeper, deeper...
Forget Mr. Price and his shitty lecture, Jordan was learning so much right now! His lower lips hungered and there was a verdant garden before him.
Marianne's heavy lashes narrowed in confusion. "A herm? You know, pole and hole? Fucker and the fucked?" Marianne helpfully pantomimed her forefinger passing through a hole.
"Like, give him a break." Killey lightly pushed Marianne, edging closer to Jordan. "He's got, like, two sexy girls to himself. His undies are totes six flags marine world right now."
"Killey! You don't just, ugh!" Marianne rolled her eyes. She also crossed her legs and shifted in her seat.
"No.. She's got the right of it" Jordan wrapped an around Marianne and pulled her closer, causing the girl to squeak in surprise. "In fact, after we're done with this nonsense, why don't we all go to the quad. To, y'know, get to know each other."
The two girls stared blankly. Mr. Price called for the class to turn to page forty-eight. Jordan only faintly heard a few books rustling from the front of the class.
"Wait, for rill?" Killey splayed herself across Marianne's desk. He swore he saw her skirt rustling slightly. "Like, rilly rilly rill?"
"Duh. Who wouldn't pass up the chance to hang out with two cute girls?" Jordan flashed what he hoped was a confident grin. It was an odd new feeling, having girls melt at his words, no matter how awkward and clumsy he felt while saying them, but that was the might of his new penis fly trap. The two grinned dopily as if HE was doing them a favor, as if he was not a C-tier guy making a pass at a pair of A-tier girls. The Killey and Marianne of old would have laughed at him. And that was if they even stooped to respond.