"You know the one thing I liked about that damn philosophy class, David?"
"Classes are usually spent empty"
" Fuck classes. I love these bitches." (Glancing at Olivia's tight shirt as she draws on the board)
"Jose, I think you have a big penis inside your skull instead of a brain."
"Or Maybe I have a brain between my legs"
Jose laughed rudely at David's addition to his sentence and lost his balance as if he were about to fall off his chair. Then he slapped Andrew, who caught him by the arm, on the back of the neck.
- What nonsense is this kid talking about?
Andrew, who always agreed with Jose, joined Jose with a fake smile that he made with just his lip movement.
"David, stop with your gentlemanly tricks. Don't you want to lick Olivia's juicy pussy? Be honest." He waited and continued again. "Do you prefer hairy or hairless? Come on, be honest."
Jose moved his tongue close enough to Andrew's eye and made an imaginary pussy licking motion. Then he suddenly seemed serious. "But I already fuck them all," he said. Then he raised his nose and tried to strike a pose that was both noble and funny.
Olivia, with her legs extremely tense and getting tired, would draw a pig on the whiteboard with a marker in her hand, leaning on her right and left legs. Sometimes she would shake the pen, which was almost empty, and her breasts would have to struggle to keep from falling out of her shirt.
The girls chatting in the front rows looked back with a stern face as if they had heard Jose and continued chatting. David told Jose to lower his voice and nudged him with his elbow. "You can't even get close to anyone except Emma, everyone knows Emma is a slut, but you're just telling lies about the others."
Jose continued with his usual smiling expression.
"Okay I admit it's all bullshit. Tell me how many women are in the class besides Emma."
"I think 6"
"No, count the female assistant too"
Andrew burst out laughing and punched the desk twice.
David: "7"
Jose "I'm gonna fuck all 7 women before I graduate. Otherwise I'm gonna get a tattoo that says son of a bitch on my forehead, if I fuck these 7 bitches you're gonna get a picture of a ball sack on your forehead, okay?"
"No one will look at you except Emma, your face looks like a chimpanzee Jose don't you look in the mirror"
"You bet me that"
"Okay, we got it. Let's see."
jose and the others sat back and waited with smiling faces. As if there were 30 seconds left for a bet to be concluded, all three men were watching each other's faces.
At that moment, emma, who was watching the drawing that olivia had made on the board with the pen in her hand on her lips, looked at jose with her eyes squinting. jose indicated the exit door of the classroom with a slow nod. emma's full lips suddenly tightened with a smile. she headed towards the door with slow and determined steps.
jose also quickly followed emma without saying anything...