Linhart wasn’t sure how the girls would react to seeing him again. The st time they’d met, just one evening before, he was escorted away from their table by a troupe of boys trying to protect his purity. Linhart smiled as he remembered the feeling of Poppy climbing onto his p and him sliding his cock deep inside of her. He could vividly remember the sight of her bouncing up and down with that big beautiful butt.

  No, Linhart’s purity has been completely lost on his first day here, and he said good riddance to it.

  The girls were ecstatic to see Linhart. That caught him by surprise, as they came running over and surrounded him, greeting him happily and saying how lucky they were to be in the same css with him. Poppy herself, spread her arms and embraced him like they hadn’t met for years. She was such an affectionate girl. Her twintails tickled his face as she held him close. He stood perfectly still, surprised by the sudden intimacy and enjoying the feel of Poppy’s breasts pushed up against his arm.

  The other girls watched Poppy hug him, talking excitedly about the course for a while. When an awkward amount of time had passed, two of them stepped in and pulled her off of him, spping her on the head in the process.

  “Don’t you go causing any more trouble, Poppy,” Pixie scolded her.

  Poppy had a stupid grin on her innocent face. “Sorry, Linhart!” She said to him, not sounding sorry at all.

  Linhart looked around at their faces once more. Not all members of the original group were here. He went around the circle, calling out every girl’s name. Every time he got a name right, they cheered and jumped up and down a little.

  “Of course, I remember Poppy with the twintails.” He reached out and gave her hair a yank. Her big eyes opened wide, and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. Or was it excitement?

  “And you’re Pixie!” Linhart smiled at the shapely girl with the short, straight hair that she’d colored hot pink.

  “Of course, I remember Sunny.” he grew self-conscious looking directly at her bold blue eyes, curly red hair, and freckles.

  “You probably remember these two,” she joked, cupping her massive tits and jiggling them up and down.

  “You’re Glitter,” he continued, pointing to the tall thin girl with long bck hair. She nodded back smiling.

  “And you’re…” Linhart turned to the st girl and paused. She was grinning lustfully at him, sucking on her iconic candy stick. “Lollipop…”

  Lollipop had volumous bck and white salt-n-pepper hair, that went in every direction. Her body was so well-defined she could've been a weight lifter, but her neck and waist were still so feminine and her boobs so big and firm, they were nearly bursting out of her top. Linhart had the impression that she was trying to peek down his shirt.

  Every time they cheered and jumped, Linhart found his eyes were drawn to their bouncing assets, which their skimpy blue tops could barely contain. The bikinis seemed to come in a standard size, with some girls suffering from under-coverage. Lollipop’s blue strings could barely contain her gorgeous pear-shaped tits. Sunny’s tits were so big and round, the bikini top barely covered her nipples. Once or twice one of her tits slipped out and Linhart was treated to an exciting sight, until she readjusted her top, compining about clothing sizes.

  “So, Linhart. Who is your friend?” Glitter asked.

  She was eyeing up Drystan who was standing just outside the circle. Linhart couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about his friends during this rush of feminine energy. He grabbed Drystan and Serapha, pulling them into the circle for introductions.

  “This is Drystan and Serapha. We attended primary school together. Please take care of them as well as you take care of me.” Linhart said formally, remembering that these girls were his elders here at the Academy. Being younger or older than another student was an important distinction here.

  “It’s nice to meet you,” Drystan and Serapha spoke formally to the group. Drystan seemed to be discomforted by the sudden attention of all these juniors. Serapha was gring in Poppy’s direction for some reason.

  “It’s our pleasure,” Lollipop and Glitter stepped in to greet Drystan. Glitter added, “You’re so tall for a freshman. We’re about the same height.”

  “There are a lot of boys my height.” Drystan said coolly.

  “I can wrestle with you if you'd like, show you some special moves…” Lollipop offered, putting an arm over his shoulders. Drystan lifted the arm off of him and ducked away.

  “No thanks, I’m here to learn from the Magister.”

  Pixie was watching Serapha when she said, “Yo, freshman! Don’t look at your elders like that. It’s disrespectful.” She hit Serapha on the head quite hard.

  Linhart was shocked by the sudden aggression against his friend, and Poppy, who was lost in a daze looking in his direction, seemed to notice Serapha for the first time.

  “Oh, hello,” she said sweetly, smiling, “You’re a dear friend of Linhart’s, aren’t you?”

  Serapha, holding her head, blushed. She bowed her head and said, “Yes, we are close friends. It’s nice to meet you.”

  Poppy stepped forward and pced her hand on Serapha's bare shoulder. She spoke at a lower volume, but Linhart could still hear her. “My pleasure… I am going to become his close friend, too.”

  Linhart looked between these two gorgeous girls. The tension in the air was palpable. Serapha, the young shapely brunette, was like a shy newcomer in this group. She wasn't smaller, in fact she was taller than Poppy, but she was showing a subservient attitude towards them. Linhart took the opportunity to ogle her tits. Still with her head bowed, they hung down and swung back and forth nicely, He thought he heard an angry sound coming deep from within her.

  Poppy, the slim tanned junior, looked and acted more like the head of a cheerleading squad. She was all energy and confidence. Maintaining contact with Serapha’s shoulder, she whispered something in the younger girl's ear, before releasing her. The way she moved, the contours of her body, all bouncy and perky. She was like an athlete in her element.

  The moment ended, as the Magister called for all students to assemble along the four edges of the square ring. Students leapt to obey. Everyone was eager to get started with their very first wrestling matches of the year.

  Somehow, Linhart found himself positioned between Poppy and Serapha. Both girls were standing extra close to him, although they seemed to have space to spare on the other side. Linhart was pleased with the sensation of the two bodies pressing against his bare arms.

  Looking down the line from him, he saw Drystan in a simir situation, sandwiched between two beautiful girls. Lollipop and Glitter were squeezing in close to him with Lollipop unabashedly checking out his profile. Drystan was doing his best to ignore them.

  The Magister, a tall, beefy middle-aged woman with her hair in a light brown topknot, stood in the center of the ring with one assistant instructor on either side of her. Linhart blinked in recognition of the two. One was the heavily muscled and well-endowed Fighter with deep ebony skin-tone, and the other was the tall, long limbed redhead with a long Celtic braid. Both were seniors, and both had demonstrated their skills in the ring yesterday. Linhart’s heart skipped a beat, remembering how he had plowed into the redhead afterwards, while she was sleeping off her defeat. Oh gods, what if she remembers what he did?

  The instructor was speaking now, and all the students fell silent.

  “Welcome to Grappling and Wrestling 101. I am Magister Tullia, and this is Senior Doreia and Senior Maeve,” she announced, gesturing to each girl in turn. Linhart committed the name Maeve to heart. Afterall, she was the first girl he’d ever stuck his dick in. And she had made such cute sounds. Her breasts look so good in those fatigues, he wished she was wearing the same sportswear as the students, but the seniors were in their crop tops and pants.

  While Linhart was fantasizing about making Maeve his girlfriend somehow, he felt a strong, yet delicate hand grasping his butt. It was Serapha. He looked over at her, and she was smiling lustfully at him. Her hair had fallen over her face, but he could see her cheeks were red with excitement. What the hell, Serapha? This wasn’t the best time.

  The professor was going over a course overview, talking about the importance of learning how to fight in close quarters without any weapons. The two seniors were gazing out over the students, and Linhart noticed the red-headed Maeve’s gaze had nded on him. Was that a spark of recognition? Uh oh.

  Moments passed by, and Linhart was pying innocent, pretending to listen carefully to Tullia, as he gnced at Maeve from the corner of his eye. She was still looking at him. He was really nervous now. Damnation, this feeling of fear… he wasn’t used to it yet.

  Then, suddenly, all the students were spreading out and Tullia was calling out orders for a warmup.

  “Let’s start with 50 star jumps, and do them right, new blood.”

  Serapha and Poppy had left his sides and were spreading their arms and legs, jumping up and down like their lives depended on it. Watching their asses jiggle and shake was turning Linhart on, and his already hard dick was pushing even further against his tight white shorts. The shorts didn’t even reach the middle of his thigh, and Linhart was now concerned that his underwear-sheathed dick could be seen peeking out of the bottom.

  He was star jumping and trying to calm his wiener down, when he noticed the two seniors were circuting through the crowd, encouraging the students at times, and spping students when they were too slow.

  “Okay, get down on the ground and do 50 push-ups!” Magister Tullia called. She herself was built like a tank, and it looked like she could do pushups all day long.

  Linhart dropped to his hands and toes, positioned parallel with the ground. He started pushing away, raising his body for the ground and easing back down again. He was so focused on keeping his back straight and elbows at the proper angle, that he didn’t notice Maeve approach until she was right in front of him.

  “You’re a freshman,” she said accusingly, her tone was brusk, “But I know you from somewhere.”

  Linhart gnced up and saw that she was kneeling lightly on her toes just in front of his head now. Her legs were spread wide, presenting him with the perfect view of the space in between. He could see right through the light material of her pants to the fiery crotch that was hidden behind it. A small wet spot had appeared right there. Looking further up, he was greeted by a peek up her crop top. Her big firm breasts stretched the shirt out nicely, and Linhart could see they were still red from the punishment he had given them the night before. He could distinctly see a handprint on the bottom of her left tit.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he strained as he pumped his body up and down again. But he couldn’t resist adding, “Perhaps we met in a dream st night?”

  “Pshhh, doubtful.” Maeve replied, but she stayed there for a minute longer carefully watching his form going up and down. Soon, her hand reached out and slid down to his chest. Passing within his cotton shirt and rubbing over his nipple. Linhart, who was only halfway done his 50, paused before continuing as though nothing was happening.

  Maeve complimented him in a stern voice, "Good boy, keep it up. I'll help you with your form a bit." She then proceeded to instruct him on how to correct his push-ups as her hand caressed his chest, seeking out his nipples and pinching them lightly. "You've got to get used to a woman's touch, if you're going to be wrestling them," she purred. Linhart found his form getting worse and worse as her attention was turning him on more and more. He gasped for breath. Looking up at her crotch, he saw wet spot was growing and her pants were nearly see-through now.

  Gods, he wanted another round with that pussy.

  “Okay, everyone clear the ring!” Magister Tullia called out and the spell was broken.

  Maeve withdrew her hand, and stood up again. Linhart colpsed to the dusty ground, he watched as her swaying figure disappeared into the crowd of students. Then, he was being hauled to his feet by surprisingly strong arms. It was Poppy.

  “Sit with me, Linhart!” she decred. Not waiting for an answer, she dragged him to the far edge away from where Serapha was waiting for them.

  The crowd settled around the edges of the fighting ring, cross-legged. Magister Tullia didn’t wait long for them to settle.

  “All right, the first match of this, our first css together, will be for the students who already have some experience wrestling. This is your chance to show off what you can do. New bloods, cheer on your favorite Fighters. Any Fighters who know their way around the ring, get up and come to the center now.”

  Linhart didn’t like the sound of that. It sounded like Tullia pnned to pit all the experienced Fighters against each other. Either to give the new students some thrills, or to separate the people who think they know how to fight from the real Fighters. Either way, Linhart wanted no part of it.

  “Oh wow,” Poppy gasped and looked at him excitedly, “Let’s do it, Linhart.” She was already pulling him to his feet. As much as he resisted her grasp, she was unstoppable. “Let’s show everyone what a great couple we are... couple of Fighters I mean!”