Flipping through the pages of his book, David's eyes land on Ms. Bell's ass each time she faced the board to jot something down.  Distracted, he almost missed the question she ask him but after a second, it came to him and he easily recited an answer after glancing at the text book. There were very few things that could make him screw up in class but history was the hardest subject for David; it was easy to listen to the words when they were coming out of an old biddy.  When Ms. Bell talked, all he could do was watch her lips think about what they must feel like.<br/><br/>The shuffling of bags made it clear that class must be coming to an end soon and David flipped over his wrist and read the time on his watch.  Nudging his friend's shoe with his own, Chum wakes up and David motions to the front of the class as Ms. Bell was leaning over her desk.  Chum let out a low whistle and several of the guys in the class laughed, including David...who mostly blushed and tried to hide his face from the teacher's eyes.