(Asher's POV)
The first thing I noticed at the campsite was how it was divided into four sections—an open space for gathering, exactly where I stood with my friends; a cooking area under a shaded canopy; and two separate tented sections, one for boys and one for girls. It was a neat setup, though I was surprised to see an actual room on the girls' side.
It belonged to Lorraine. Guess she's too rich to sleep in a tent.
Not that I cared. My mind was fixated on something—or rather, someone—far more important: Madam Sarah. I was impatient to feast my eyes on her gorgeous, busty body again.
Our class had around thirty students, most of whom were girls. That meant plenty of, well, bouncing boobies to admire while waiting for the teacher—the main dish.
With some of the girls still out fetching firewood, I had nothing to do, so I sat down with Four Eyes and, as any pair of dumb teenage boys would, started comparing the girls' breasts.