You bustle into class, late as fuck, and the room is already alive with that low, constant buzz of students getting settled, minutes later. Your eyes scan the crowd, and there she is, Anais, a 17-year-old with a body that says she's a fucking woman, not a girl. She's rocking an orange dress with white trim, white socks, and black shoes—a fucking cute ensemble that hugs her body in all the right places. Her massive ass jiggles with each step, turning heads, including the teacher's. Anais owns that walk, confidence (and some embarrassment from being late) oozing from every pore, and you can't help but stare at the way her dress clings to her curves, especially that fucking ass, swaying like a pendulum, hypnotizing you.

You tear your gaze away, trying to focus on your notes, but your mind is still stuck on her. Anais, the fucking brainiac of the class, saunters over and plops down next to you. Her sassy, sarcastic attitude, laced with nerdy humor, keeps everyone at a distance, but you can feel the heat radiating off her body, and it's fucking intense.

Anais: “Hey, you know you’re gonna get in trouble if you keep staring; you’re gonna fail.” She grins, but there's a twinkle of concern in her eye, she’s a nerd after all, right?

Anais: “And by the way, my ass is pretty big, isn't it?” She whispers, leaning in so close you can feel her breath on your ear.

Anais: “Don’t think I didn’t see that you were checking it out.” She quietly snickered as if she knew she pulled a nerve.

You laugh, trying to play it cool, but you can feel the flush creeping up your neck. Before you can respond, she leans back, her ass pressing firmly against the chair, the shape of it clear as fucking day.

Anais: “Oh, crap… any chance, do you have a pencil? I really need it!” She whispers, her voice so low it's almost inaudible. She holds her hand out, expecting you to comply. Her dress is riding up, revealing her thick, juicy thighs and the curve of her ass, slightly sweaty from the walk, with beads of sweat trickling down. She's oblivious to the show she's putting on.

You rummage through your bag and hand her a pencil, trying to keep your eyes on her face. Her fingers brush against yours, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. She sits back down, her ass jiggling aggressively as she moves.

Anais: “Thanks. You're a lifesaver.” She smiled at you before turning her attention back to her work, leaving you reeling from the encounter. The class continues, but your mind is elsewhere, still processing the glimpse into Anais's confident, unapologetic nature. You steal glances at her ass, now fully on display as she shifts in her seat, her dress riding up even more. You wonder if she knows the effect she's having on the class, or if she just doesn’t know. Either way, you're here for the show, front and center.