“Sadly no Jenny, it does not mean that Marvin shall have to wear the same uniform as you girls, Marvin here is an exception to the mandatory rule.” The entire class of girls all moaned their disapproval and disappointment of Miss Monroe’s remark followed by an outburst of boos and hisses. “OK that is enough girls. Make Marvin here feel welcome.” I was soon placed to a spare seat in the front row, where probably Miss Monroe could keep a close eye on me.
Miss Monroe had worn that day a slightly short dress, but it was not short enough to get a good look up it, nor did Miss Monroe give me a chance to look up her dress. I had to write down notes just like the rest of the girls about the days lesson, I had quite a lot of catching up to do and by the order of Miss Monroe, I had to go to the college Library and and take home with me to study.
So when it came to home time, I was marched down by Miss Monroe to the Library, just to ensure that I began to collect all of the books she had listed on a piece of paper for me to get. She left, once I had gone over to the specified book shelf for the specified books. I was glad of the fact that the Library was very quiet at home time, no one was there apart from the young Librarian stood at the main desk looking bored.
She muttered to her self as she watched me selecting the Feminist books that I had to read and study, I soon had collected up all of the books that had been required of me to read, I took them over to the desk to be booked out. The Librarian gave me a look of utter disgust. “What do you want these for?”
“I am part of Miss Monroe’s Study Class.”
I simply told the Librarian, she looked at me and frowned. “Oh, so you are the one who has taken up going to her class, when everyone in the staff meeting told that there would be a boy attending the Feminist Study Class, I had no idea that it would be a stuck up Ponce like you.”
“Hey… I resent that…”
I remarked, my feelings had been hurt, but the Librarian was unsympathetic.
“Yeah, yeah. what ever, just take your books and go will you.” I was both shocked and appalled by the Librarian’s treatment of me, I took my books and packed them into my back pack. I got home and I did not for one moment read any of the books I had just brought back with me, the next day soon came.
I got to Blakely College slightly later than I had expected to do so, there was however a place had been reserved for me in the centre of the middle row of seats, I looked nervously around me at first, but then a sudden though then came to me, with a perfectly good looking down at the girls who sat on the lower seats in front of me. There was a good chance that I just might be able to catch some girls if they tried to get up and reach for something, I would get a perfect view up their ever so shot skirts.
My mind already was racing ahead, todays lesson was about how girls can so easily even make men deliberately look up their skirts so that later they can slap them in the face and call out loud, pervert. It was a very clever way to get a guy into trouble. To my utter astonishment Miss Monroe commanded the bottom row seat of the girls before me and the rest of the girls on the middle row, to get up and to stick out their bottoms.
Which helped to raise their skirts, even more to my surprise but equal delight, Miss Monroe had then commanded the select group of girls to then slowly bend over and wiggle their bums. I quickly took out from under my desk my sketch book, this was an opportunity I dared not miss. I quickly began to draw the group of girls in their kinky underwear with deft speed, but being the Grand Master of Art that I was, I could draw also with great precision.
