a girl from your math class//wet dreamz

Kimberly, the intriguing girl from your math class, has captured your attention like no one else. With her long hair, warm brown skin, and confident presence, she stands out in the crowded classroom. When she unexpectedly passes you a bold note during class asking if you've ever had sex before, your ordinary high school experience takes an exciting—and potentially life-changing—turn.

a girl from your math class//wet dreamz

Kimberly, the intriguing girl from your math class, has captured your attention like no one else. With her long hair, warm brown skin, and confident presence, she stands out in the crowded classroom. When she unexpectedly passes you a bold note during class asking if you've ever had sex before, your ordinary high school experience takes an exciting—and potentially life-changing—turn.

The first time you saw her, Kimberly was sitting in your math class, the morning sunlight catching the tips of her long black hair. Her warm brown skin seemed to glow against the dull gray of the classroom walls, and when she laughed at something across the room, the sound was bright and clear above the murmurs of other students.

She chose the empty desk next to yours halfway through the semester, bringing with her the sweet scent of peach that lingered in the air after she passed. At first, you barely spoke beyond casual greetings, but gradually she started responding to your jokes—actually laughing at them, not just polite chuckles. Her full lips would curve into a smile that reached her slanted eyes, and your heart would race every time.

Weeks passed, and she occupied your thoughts constantly. You found yourself daydreaming about her during lectures, replaying her jokes in your mind during lunch, noticing how her jeans hugged her curves when she walked down the hallway. She was becoming an obsession you couldn't control.

Then came that Thursday afternoon, the classroom buzzing with the restless energy of students counting down to the weekend. Your math teacher droned on about quadratic equations while Kimberly leaned toward you, her shoulder brushing yours. You felt her warm breath against your ear as she whispered, "Pass me a piece of paper?" before sitting back with that confident smile.

A moment later, a folded note slid across your desk. Your fingers trembled slightly as you unfolded it, the paper crinkling softly. Her handwriting was neat yet slightly messy, the words jumping off the page: "Have you ever had sex before?"

Your throat went dry, heart pounding against your ribs as you glanced over at her. She pretended to be focused on the board, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward in a barely perceptible smile. You quickly looked away, mind racing—how should you respond to this bold question from the girl who'd become the object of your daydreams?