Day Four
"Who do you have for Classic?" Race, who wasn't in their class, asked as she scrawled out her Classic homework and ate lunch at the same time.
"God," Nilli grinned. Race looked up mischievously.
"Me too," she said, "he's got such a cute butt."
"Mm-hmm," the group agreed, "what period have you got him?" four of them asked at once.
"Eighth, this homework is from yesterday," Race replied as she tucked away her scribblings. "Do you think he's got a…?"
"Definitely," Dosa intercepted.
"Yeah," Cagi chimed in, "he's got a package, alright."
"Who's got a what?" Cadi inquired as she sat down at the table with them.
"You know who we were talking about," Cagi said suggestively.
"As always," Cadi smiled, "but what about him?"
"We were saying he appears to be, er, well-endowed," Dosa made quotation marks with her fingers.
"Oh yeah," Cadi agreed immediately, "you can tell, from the way he stands and everything…"
"Mm-hmm," the group conceded.
***
"Ah! I'm blind!" Chaos shielded her eyes when Obi-Wan entered the room. For some unknown reason, his tunic was bright yellow.
"A bit bright for you?" Kenobi straightened out his sleeves. "Put sunglasses on if you want."
"We're not allowed," Kifa reminded, squinting.
"Well, I don't know what to do for you guys," Obi-Wan thought fast, the class offered no suggestions. "Should I just, like," he paused, wondering if he would get in trouble for saying, let alone doing, what he had in mind. Screw it, he concluded, "-take it off?"
The class fell silent and all female eyes waited on him.
"I guess I could," he started to carefully unbutton the bright saffron shirt, slowly revealing a clingy black tank underneath. "Or should I just-" in spontaneous decision he quickly pulled the rest of the buttons apart and tugged his arms out of long hose of sleeve. Toned, sinewy arms were exposed to the shoulder where the tank took over, hugging his muscular chest and torso and allowing a few strands of chest hair out of the rim of the scooping neckline. He casually tossed the bright yellow thing over his chair and turned his attention back to the class.
But he had lost them: they were all far gone from reality, lost in dream worlds where what they'd just witnessed progressed in their hormonal heads. The boys looked bored. Obi-Wan cleared his throat and began the lesson.
"Who do you have for Classic?" Race, who wasn't in their class, asked as she scrawled out her Classic homework and ate lunch at the same time.
"God," Nilli grinned. Race looked up mischievously.
"Me too," she said, "he's got such a cute butt."
"Mm-hmm," the group agreed, "what period have you got him?" four of them asked at once.
"Eighth, this homework is from yesterday," Race replied as she tucked away her scribblings. "Do you think he's got a…?"
"Definitely," Dosa intercepted.
"Yeah," Cagi chimed in, "he's got a package, alright."
"Who's got a what?" Cadi inquired as she sat down at the table with them.
"You know who we were talking about," Cagi said suggestively.
"As always," Cadi smiled, "but what about him?"
"We were saying he appears to be, er, well-endowed," Dosa made quotation marks with her fingers.
"Oh yeah," Cadi agreed immediately, "you can tell, from the way he stands and everything…"
"Mm-hmm," the group conceded.
***
"Ah! I'm blind!" Chaos shielded her eyes when Obi-Wan entered the room. For some unknown reason, his tunic was bright yellow.
"A bit bright for you?" Kenobi straightened out his sleeves. "Put sunglasses on if you want."
"We're not allowed," Kifa reminded, squinting.
"Well, I don't know what to do for you guys," Obi-Wan thought fast, the class offered no suggestions. "Should I just, like," he paused, wondering if he would get in trouble for saying, let alone doing, what he had in mind. Screw it, he concluded, "-take it off?"
The class fell silent and all female eyes waited on him.
"I guess I could," he started to carefully unbutton the bright saffron shirt, slowly revealing a clingy black tank underneath. "Or should I just-" in spontaneous decision he quickly pulled the rest of the buttons apart and tugged his arms out of long hose of sleeve. Toned, sinewy arms were exposed to the shoulder where the tank took over, hugging his muscular chest and torso and allowing a few strands of chest hair out of the rim of the scooping neckline. He casually tossed the bright yellow thing over his chair and turned his attention back to the class.
But he had lost them: they were all far gone from reality, lost in dream worlds where what they'd just witnessed progressed in their hormonal heads. The boys looked bored. Obi-Wan cleared his throat and began the lesson.