Adventures In Hose

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The campus was rather plain looking but then again no one ever accused Shoreline Community College of being an extraordinary place. The buildings were all desperately in need of remodeling as was the entire campus for that matter. The overall look and feel of the entire place spoke of high school rather than a college.

Believe me when I say that the teachers could be rather traditional in their methods and some even seemed to believe that we were still in high school.

I'm an English major and am currently shooting for being a freelance writer. I know what many people think – that I should find something a little more meaningful or go for something where the money was at, but sad to say, I don't go for something just because of money. Call me Mr. Romantic but I prefer to be something more spiritually significant than being a lawyer or paralegal.

I was sitting in the back of the classroom, my mechanical pencil at the ready with a thoughtful frown on my face. My eyes and hands concentrating on my writing with a single-minded purpose. It was one of the few things that truly relaxed me these days. Being around so many beautiful women sometimes unnerved me to the point of incompetence.

Not that they even deemed to notice me. I, after all, am far from a rich catch, pretty ordinary looking compared to a lot of the jocks and big shots they were doubtlessly dating. A lot of girls considered me just too ordinary for their taste and I couldn't help but privately agree, with my above average height and longish dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes with freckles. Shudder. No, I was far from above average-looking but straight in the middle of being good looking and just plain ugly.

"Hey is it alright if I sit here?" a very feminine and sexy voice asked behind me, automatically causing my manhood to stir against my will.

Turning away from the paper I was working on, I found myself gapping and stuttering in surprise at the sight that greeted me.