I was on my own for the first few classes. I took the test Sunset and I studied and I passed with a 'B'. The test was not too bad: I guess cramming my mind with equations and variables the night before helps. In exchange for a quick handjob anytime I wanted, I gave Sunset the answers to the test. Giving her the answers to a test we spent hours studying about the night before defeated the purpose of her over in my opinion, but she justified it with "I just use it to make sure I got it right". Either that or she wanted an excuse to give me a hand job at any time, either way I came out on top on that account.

Third period was history with Flash's country girl. Many at school would of killed for the chance to experience her "Southern Hospitality", which looking at that 10/10 goddess, I could of said that I wouldn't of blame them. She had some muscle to her with a good pair of tits and a nice, plump ass. As if her body wasn't making the boys in this school pitch tents hard enough, her boner-rific long blond hair and emerald eyes was literally to die for. The few times I've seen her she seemed like she was uninterested in makeup, fashion, or boys. The only people she seemed to hang out with at school was with Flash's girls, Her family (Her brother was a senior, little sister a freshman, and grandmother the lunch lady), and bossing people around at the Agriculture Club where she was the club president and the best farmer there.

I happened to sit next to her today, and waited for her friday hustle.

It started when the teacher turned his back to start writing the entire lesson on the wall, the second he did all the students went into their pockets and and bags.

People were passing down cash with notes of what they wanted to the girl. The girl would then go into her backpack (Which upon closer inspection was lined with that foil that keep things cold) and pass down the item they wanted. The big seller was the 'Apple Family Apple Juice' that came in a plastic bag with a piercing straw taped to it instead of the cardboard boxes many associate with apple juice. She also sold pieces of apple pie wrapped in clear plastic with a plastic fork and napkin also taped that was as good as the second it came from the oven. Other than that, she sold apples from her farm as well, which was more highly prized than the free cafeteria apples.

The girl made a killing. Overall, she must of sold out her stock within the period AND made probably a hundred in cash. Which considering it had no paper trail, she pretty much got to pocket all of it. But, one question remained for me.

"So why do you sell in class?" I asked. Not much of a conversation starter, but it was better than looking on dumbfounded.

"Ah reckon that these fine folks get hungry between breakfast and lunch, and getting as much cash as possible will being ethical was what ma parents taught me when ah was just a youngin."

"I see," I answered. "So no time for having fun? or even a boyfriend?" I asked slyfully.

The country girl could only laugh. "Ya think ah need a boyfriend? says who? Ah don't think its a law to get one,"

"Fair enough," I answered. "So what about when you need those... basic urges?"

Again, the country girl laughed. "I get horny from time ta time like any other gal, but I grew up ah'round sex all the time breeding animals. When ya see it all the time, it's different than any of the city girls and their 'mah first time will be special' nonsense. Ya view changes on sex when ya see horses mate, sugarcube,"

"Horses?"

"Yea, horses. Ah mean, when ya see ah stallion n a mare go at it, ya look and wonder "how can something that big fit in that small of a hole?"

We both began to giggle. Her beautiful emerald eyes was glued on me the whole time.

"I guess you are alright then girl. I'll get a some apple juice miss...."

"Applejack, Mah name is Applejack."

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