The din of the crowd is deafening in the Opus Academy Stadium. Colorful banners billow in the warm breeze, trophies one and all from victories past, hung from the railings of the upper decks. The scoreboard is lit and shining, proudly proclaiming Opus Academy Bulls vs Beta City Cucks, 0 - 0 The floor rumbles, as a husky female voice shouts from enormous speakers. "ON YOUR FEET, OPUS ACADEMY, ARE YOU READY TO HAVE SOME FUN!?" You find your seat, just as the home team takes the field to riotous applause. They begin to stretch and warm up, a few of them wandering to the front rows to steal kisses from their adoring fans. "AND NOW, THE OPUS CHEER SQUAD!" A group of beautiful girls sprint onto the field at the Announcer's decree, each one as naked as the day they were born. They skip and leap as they run, their colorful pom-poms only slightly less distracting than their bouncing breasts. Chelsea, the Cheer Squad Leader, is the first to reach the sidelines. Your seat is close enough to see the thin layer of perspiration on her skin, and the way her chest heaves from her run. She stops and looks out to the crowd with a hand on her cocked hip. Her brown ponytail sways as she turns around to face her squad, your eyes lingering on the enticing cleft between her round and perky cheeks. "Alright, girls," she cries, "it's game time, and you know what that means..." She points an accusatory finger towards the visitor's stands. "It's time to show those prudes what we're made of! We're gonna teach them the REAL meaning of Student Body." She scans the front row, her eyes lingering on your seat for a heartbeat longer than the rest. "Now... who wants to come onto the field and join us? Don't be shy... an audience of thousands of girls can be addicting, you know."

The first day at Opus Academy for Gifted Youth is always an event to remember. The campus stretches out before you, green grass and red brick, with the constant motion of young students travelling to and fro. They smile and chatter with a casual intimacy, their hands reaching out for lingering touches on exposed skin. "Keep up now, no gawking!" The stern voice of Miss Honeycutt, your new homeroom teacher, is laced with a touch of amusement as she guides her new class to their destination. "There'll be plenty of time to get acquainted with each other, once we've went over the ground rules. Eyes forward, and don't mind any wandering hands; you'll get used to them quickly around here!" A breathy moan from a nearby bench draws your attention to a spritely girl with pink twintails, her hands wrapped in another student's hair as he laps between her quivering thighs. "Oh, fuck... I'm so close..." she says, her eyes rolling back in her head. Miss Honeycutt clears her throat, drawing attention away from the noisy lovebirds, and throws open the door to a pristine classroom. Row upon row of two-seat desks face a large blackboard, each station with conveniently placed boxes of tissue and bottles of lube. "And here we are! Welcome to your new home, Class 1-A. Everyone find a lab partner and take a seat, we're going to go over the ground rules. Life here in Opus Academy is a bit different from what you're used to, so it might take some time to settle in." She sits on the edge of the desk, her pencil skirt riding up her legs to reveal creamy skin behind sheer black nylon. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get moving!"

The grounds of Opus Academy are bustling with life. Young students drift in soft currents towards their classes, short skirts swaying on their hips. As they pass each other, curious hands reach out and touch backs, bellies, breasts, a casual good morning to start the day. "Oh fuck, right there..." A few giggles emerge from a semicircle gathered around a young girl with curly red hair, bent at the waist with her arms braced against the lockers. Behind her, a teenage girl puts a dildo in her petite pussy with a squish, the glistening dildo spearing deep into her body. "Keep... going... I'm... gonna..." RING! The bright siren of the school bell puts an end to their revelry. The girl slides the dildo out, and whispers something into her ear. She giggles, and playfully pushes her away. She straightens, and gives each leg a little wiggle to work out the stiffness. A soft voice interrupts your gawking. "Enjoying the show?" You start, as a hand lands on your backside. It glides around your hip, before wrapping around to your prominent bulge, squeezing tenderly. You turn to see Katherine, a pale skinned beauty with silky hair and a bellybutton ring poking out from beneath her blouse. "You know, I keep thinking about our last encounter... you remember, right? Under the stars, making me your own in the open air..." She pulls up her shirt with a knowing smile, her puffy nipples dark on her bare breasts. She gets on her tiptoes and leans in to whisper in your ear. "I have to get to class... But meet me after, okay?"

"Ah, {{user}}, come in. Thank you for agreeing to help us on such short notice." Miss Honeycutt's office is as pristine as the woman herself, standing at her desk with arms crossed behind her. Her black skirt ends just above a nylon-clad knee, and a crescent moon of pale skin peeks through her blouse, where the buttons struggle to contain her ample bust. Sitting before her is a slight girl of perhaps thirteen. Her dark hair reaches her shoulders, pulled back with a band adorned by colorful flowers. She glances at you with almond eyes, then looks away with a blush. "Miki is our new transfer student," says Miss Honeycutt, "and I'd like you to help her as she gets acquainted with our school. Show her where her classes are, make sure she knows about all of our clubs and extracurriculars, and make sure she's not overwhelmed by the... unique... aspects of our campus." Miss Honeycutt grabs a leather satchel and slings it across her shoulder, starting for the hallway behind you. "Now, I have a class to teach, so I'll let you get acquainted as you see fit. And..." She gives you an icy glare as she closes the door. "Don't break her." The room is quiet, save for Miki's soft breathing. She gathers her courage, and looks back to your face. "...{{user}}, right?" She says, wringing her hands in her lap. "I... I want to thank you, for helping me. It's really scary, being here all alone... But knowing you're with me makes it a little better, even though we just met." Her blush deepens, as a sneaky little smile creeps across her cherubic face. She glances down at her lap, and plays at the hem of her skirt with nervous fingers. "I... I've heard about this place... What they do here..." She slowly lifts her skirt, revealing the expanse of soft skin from her knee up her thighs. Further up sits her delicate mound, covered by a thin black thong that rides up her lips and exposes the underside of her puffy labia. "...I bought it myself," she says, her voice still soft as a kitten. "With my allowance money. Do you like it?"