The girls were glancing at me. They were noticing me, the only guy walking into their campus. A golden-blonde beauty pursed her plump lips, a beauty mark on her right cheek, her blue eyes with a naughty gleam. She whispered to a girl who might be Arabic or Hispanic, her hair curly and black. Her nose bold and her face round. She had large breasts swelling the front of her blouse. She giggled to her friend, eyes bright.
“They’re whispering about you,” Tania said, clinging tight.
We were almost to the gate. More girls were around us. Regina wasn’t the only cutie walking behind me. Before me, a pair of Black girls with great asses strolled. They held hands, one hair gathered in dreadlocks the other with her weave dyed blonde. One looked back at me and then straight ahead.
“This is going to be a lot of fun,” Aleah purred. “Ooh, I’m so juicy. Want to reach beneath my skirt and feel, Master?”
“Tempting,” I said, my cock hard in my gray slacks. “Did you notice the girl who might be Arabic with the blonde?”
“Yeah,” said Tania. “I’m looking out for all of them. We’ll find the four, and you’re going to have so much fun with them.”
Aleah nodded. “I think we are going to have a blast. I want to lick your cum out of a genie’s cunt, Master.”
“God, yes,” whimpered Tania.
We passed through the gates. The grounds before the school were well-maintained with benches beneath shade trees and the occasional statue that looked like they were displaying a saint. The girls were all flowing to the college’s main building which rose before us, its outside rising four stories with a brick exterior. It looked weathered and old, resolute. The entrance was two doors both thrown open wide. The driveway formed a round before the building. The school rose two more stories above the middle, forming a squat tower topped by a cross. There were several buildings to either side that looked newer. Paths wound around the grounds.
More and more schoolgirls filled around us. I felt their eyes on me. Staring, girls whispering. I walked back straight with my two sex slaves. I would introduce them as my girlfriends, for now. Everyone would notice that I had two of them.
A girl with short, black hair and blue eyes kept glancing behind me, her ass looking cute in her skirt. Another girl with sandy-blonde hair gathered in a braid had a blush on her dainty cheeks, her lips red and delicate. An Asian girl with blue-black hair falling down to her rump swayed nearby, willowy and delicious, while a girl with curly, burnished-brown locks flashed me smoky looks. She walked to my right, her curvy hips swaying with a fertile roll. She winked at me, her blouse tight about her round breasts.
So many beauties. So many wonderful, delicious and graceful hotties. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
I spotted a few professors. Some were nuns in the black robes and white wimples. One stood at the doorway, her eyes blue and a friendly smile gracing her lips. She nodded at the students heading, greeting many by name despite it being the first day.
“And there’s Corey,” the nun said to me. “Heard about you, young man. I hope you study well.”
“Thanks,” I said to the nun. “Glad to be here.”
“He’s going to be studying intently,” said Aleah as we swept by. She had such a naughty tone to her voice.
“Yeah, the girls,” whispered Tania and then giggled.
The schoolgirls were flowing down the hallway, crowding around us. The flirty brunette kept flashing me sultry smiles as we walked, her hips swaying. She moved with the grace of a princess, a fertile blush to her cheeks.
I winked back at her. The girl’s smile grew smoky.
Everyone was heading to the auditorium. I knew from orientation that there would be a welcome assembly before classes began properly. In my backpack, I had my class schedule. Aleah and I shared about half our classes while I had none with Tania. She was a tenth grader not a twelfth grader like Aleah and me. The interior had white walls broken up by darkly polished doors that led to the classrooms. The drinking fountains all looked like new additions, thrusting out in the hallway and not in recessed alcoves.
The auditorium was large, wooden chairs bolted to the floor in rows looking at a stage with a podium out front. Spotlights fell on it. There were a group of professors sitting on chairs in the back of the stage, three nuns, and four women in various dresses.
A buzz ran through the room as the girls set down. More were staring at me. I found seats at the back, sitting with my two girls. Regina took one a few down from us, the shy blonde hugging her backpack to her chest as she looked nervous. New in town and at college with no friends.
I could be her friend. And more.
The flirty brunette sat across the aisle from me, her legs crossing. They were pale and delicious. Her nipples poked at her white blouse. I swear they were pierced. She didn’t look at me as she sat there with her regal bearing, but I knew she was paying attention to me, loving that I was staring at her body.
After a few minutes, the flow of girls became a trickle. They all glanced at me, some shocked, others looking eager or confused or even offended. They all noticed me, though. I loved it. Aleah and Tania had their hands rubbing my legs through my gray slacks, teasing me.
Naughty sluts.
Finally, a nun climbed up on the stage, her black habit rustling about her. She stepped up to the podium. She had dusky-brown skin and appeared busty, her habit unable to hide the size of her breasts. She grabbed the podium and gazed out at the student body.
Silence descended fast.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice amplified by the speakers. “Welcome, welcome to a new year at St. Maria Theodora. We are all so glad you are here to join us. Let us give thanks to the Lord.”
I blinked at the prayer. I wasn’t a religious person, but I lowered my head with everyone else as the nun gave a quick benediction, her voice echoing through the room. When she finished, almost everyone said, “Amen.”
“Now, I am Sister Nova Victoria, the new headmistress for the college. Sister Ruth Mary has earned her retirement and rest, so I am here to guide you and lead you this school year.”
She was new? And she had an accent, too. It was faint, but it was possible she was Arabic. One of the genie. I was expecting a schoolgirl, but the headmistress appeared young to have the role. She spoke with passion about how she wanted us all to excel. It was clear she was fired up to educate us.
Was she the Ifrit?
“Now, I am sure you have all noticed one student who stands out from the others,” said Sister Nova. “One student who doesn’t quite have the same attributes as the rest of us.”
Nervous laughter ran through the auditorium. Girls all looked at me. That curly-haired girl who might be Arabic turned around in her seat and smiled at me. Was she another genie? She smiled at me before looking forward again. The Marid? Maybe the Jann. Definitely not the Si’lat.
“Corey Derrickson is joining us this school year. He’s a lucky guy.” She glanced around the auditorium. “In fact, Mr. Derrickson, would you join me on stage so all the girls can get a look at you. I know some are nervous to have a boy on campus and intruding on our feminine space.”