<div class="floatleft">(https://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mcurxxXcBu1rd652go1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucinda Shaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>With:</strong>Open<hr/>Lucy had woken rather early to the sounds of rather loud moaning occurring right outside her door. The first time that had happened she'd been thoroughly shocked by it but by now it was simply part of the norm for the long legged brunette. Instead of rushing to the door to open it and see what was happening she'd just closed her eyes and tried her best to imagine the scenario as it went on, her fingers slipping down her stomach and into her boy shorts without much prompting. Three orgasms later (one for her and two for the girls in the hall) she'd finally gotten up and gotten ready for the day, bopping along to the music she'd turned on to help get her going.<br/><br/>It was weird to note just how well adjusted she'd gotten to Red Letter High. Back in her old school Lucy had been fairly popular but often times she'd felt slightly off and out of place among her peers. Even in her art classes when she should have felt okay she'd felt stifled, unable to fully explore her true interests because the school board thought they knew what was best for every teen. She'd been so relived when she'd been accepted to RLH. Now there were very few rules and Lucy was often encouraged (and sometimes directly guided) into exploring whatever she wished. She was still adjusting to some of the things that went on but she absolutely loved starting a new day and getting a chance to push boundaries.<br/><br/>Now, dressed in a somewhat short denim skirt, a purple off the shoulder t-shirt, brightly colored stripped socks that came up to her knees, and tie dye Converse sneakers, Lucy entered the cafeteria with her usual smile and a bit of a bounce in her step. Ordinarily she spent most of her morning scanning the student body as they trickled in for a good subject to do a few sketches while she ate a bit of fruit or a muffin. It helped to get the creative juices flowing before classes began. On a few occasions she'd been able to sketch a few of the more sexual interactions between students but this morning she wasn't really looking as she stepped into the line for food behind another girl, her gaze already looking towards the seating area for an open spot she might be able to claim.