She hadn't exactly changed into the school uniform yet, figuring that there wasn't any point until classes started. Marissa was wearing a gray dress, ending just above the knees. While listening to him speak, she let a finger run up the side of her leg, lifting her dress slowly and revealing a teasing amount of her creamy flesh. It looked like a completely subconscious motion; a gentle lifting of her skirt before letting it drop down, revealing just enough to be sexy but not enough to mean anything more. When he was done, Marissa took a step towards him, speaking slowly.<br/><br/>"So, what kind of school did I end up in?" she inquired, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Did my parents know that I was going to be taking Blowjobs 101 and Introduction to Gangbangs as part of my course load?" she joked. Marissa wasn't doubting Mr. Simon- he didn't look like he was joking at all. In fact, she was already prepared to let him 'help' her as he put it. Getting some questions answered never helped; besides, she wouldn't really mind if there sex lessons. So what? At least now she wouldn't have to worry about masturbating or finding a guy in an all-girls school. As long as she didn't have to work too hard, of course.