But first, a Fantasy

"You know," Wendy said, "one of the problems boys have with school is that they can't focus."

"Tell me about it," Matt said. He realized he was staring at Wendy's short skirt, but he couldn't drag his eyes away.

"I'd hate for that to be a problem for you," she continued. "So, how about I help you out?"

"Uh, how?"

"Come on, you're not stupid. Whip it out."

Matt wasn't going to turn down that invitation. Slowly he lowered his zipper and tugged out his swollen cock.

"Not bad." Wendy licked her lips. "We've got to get to class but I think I can help you out with that.

She grasped his cock with both hands, sliding them up and down as Matt tried to maintain control.

"Sorry," she said. "You probably want something to look at." She nonchalantly yanked down her top, exposing her tits. "Since you hardly know me, you can't touch them but look all you want."

"Uh, thanks."

"No problem." She went back to work on the handjob.

It didn't take long. Sure, he'd masturbated the previous night but this was the first time a real girl had held his cock... and the first tits he'd seen up-close, except the time he'd accidentally-on-purpose walked into the bathroom while his sister was in the shower.

"Yeah, spray all over my face," Wendy said as he let loose. "All the girls will be jealous."

"This is so cool," Matt said.

"Hurry up and get off the bus." He recognized Ophelia, the bus driver's, voice.

Matt opened his eyes to discover he'd drifted off. Damn, it was only a fantasy.