Anthony struggles to understand what happened

“Dude, you got felt up by an old chick!” Mack crooned.

“Will you shut it! It was obviously an accident,” Anthony hadn’t mentioned the kiss to Mack. He couldn’t survive that embarrassment.

“Still counts! Damn, does this mean you have more sexual experience than me now?”

Anthony groaned and punched Mack lightly on the arm.

“I’m done talking about this.”

“Hey, do you think Bonnie will get jealous if she finds out you were fooling around with another girl?”

“I’m going to kill you, Mack. Look, an old woman got blasted by some freaky super-pollen and lost some inhibitions. That’s all that happened.”

“Sure, Anthony, blame the pollen.”

“No, really! It wasn’t until she got that stuff on her that she started acting all weird. It’s like the pollen made her get horny and loopy.”

Mack snorted. “You should give Bonnie one of those flowers.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious! She asked for a desk plant and you need all the help you can get! Especially now that she’s well, you know.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Even as Anthony condemned his friend, the idea began to wiggle through his brain. It was a crazy idea. Insane. Wicked. Wrong.

Still, what else did Anthony have? He could feel Bonnie slipping through his fingers with every passing day.

No, it would be wrong to do that. Bonnie is still my best friend.

Even so, Anthony began to wonder.

***

“Come on, why won’t you admit that you like him, Bonnie?!” Allison whined.

Allie was Bonnie’s equivalent to Mack. She lived a few doors down from Bonnie and had been friends with her nearly as long as Anthony did. She was a cute girl, a little on the plump side with olive skin and a bright, sunny smile. She was fun to hang out with…sometimes.

“That would be way too weird. He’s my friend. Hell, he’s practically my brother. Besides, I don’t want to freak him out.”

“Bonnie’s got a crush! Bonnie’s got a crush!” Allie giggled.

“I’m going to crush you!”

“With what? Your noodle arms? Even I work out more than you.”

“Very funny,” Bonnie muttered.

“Come on Bonnie,” Allie pleaded. “Prom is coming up quick and you guys would be too cute together!”

“Maybe,” Bonnie said. “Let’s start with a desk plant, then we can discuss next steps.”

***

Lynn Odenfell’s skin felt like it was on fire. Whatever that pollen was, it had really knocked her on her butt! She felt dizzy and hot and so sleepy. Her memory of the afternoon had been hazy. She hadn’t really tried to kiss poor Anthony, right? God, she hoped not.

He was a cutie. Young and strapping and sweet. Lynn’s fingers began to wander to her crotch. Christ, it had been years since she had felt this hot and bothered!

“Oh God have mercy on me,” she moaned. “I want him!”

The voice she spoke these words with sounded strange. To soft and young to fit her sixty eight years. Something strange was happening to Lynn and there was nothing she could do but ride it out.