The Best Time Ever

"Tieria Erde."

All eyes fell on the student who was a sight to behold.

Shoulder-length purple hair. Straight and silky that the girls had been jealously thinking of the most expensive straightener and, what and how much high-end hair products bought and how much time invested to maintain such professional-styled-look everyday.

Large circular-like glasses which framed the transparent-ruby coloured eyes which could BURN at the slightest of emotions. Rumours spread throughout the school that one swore seeing the eyes glowed "rainbow colours against a sharp-yellow-of-many-shades-background".

A slim physique that had the males staring at the delicate curves of the student's biceps, arms, back, trailing down to the most much fantasised legs.

The smoothest and whitest complexion anyone had ever seen that one could imagine the highest level of skin-sensitivity problems - not transparent either - but one could swear a soft strong radiant glow in the days where the sun's rays would burn the life out of anyone.

Again the males in the class found themselves staring at what could be the shortest skirt they'd ever seen laying seductively on the silent deadly soft curves of the silkiest limbs sliding over one another tightly, protectively shielding from what could be the most pivoting climax - anytime soon..

They shiver at the voice - clear and gentle - a male's - titillating to their senses - like a soft pink breeze caressing their skin, calling by name, strong and beckoning them to a hiding place of instant HARD eternal gratification.

A wordless answer, an incoherent response sends them to frenzy - they recognise that tone - clearly a command to check out what really lies in-between those marshmallow-soft legs..

and met the ferocious glares of their girlfriends - which they guiltily tried to hide - unabashed by their behaviour - some even challenged back with their own glares, daring their girlfriends to BE LIKE THAT STUDENT.

Tieria Erde chuckled playfully, remembering it was good manners to cover one's mouth as one should

..again dividing the whole entire class down to the absolute individual's inner struggle of self-debating thoughts of the definition of non-confirmity.

The best time ever.