He asks Wendy

{if missedfirstday=false}Wendy had been the first girl he'd met when he started summer school so it only made sense that he ask her to dance. {endif}

Wendy hadn't dressed up as much as some of the other girls but she looked hot in a pair of super-tight jeans and a tube top that threatened to let her small but nicely shaped boobs spill out.

The pretty redhead was chatting with a couple of other girls, eyes sparkling, when he walked up to her. "Hi Wendy."

"Oh. Hi Matt." The other girls all giggled.

"I'd love it if you'd dance this song with me."

"Is it a song? The band is so bad I can't even tell."

He laughed. "I was giving them the benefit of the doubt. So, how about it? Dance?"

She looked at her girlfriends who were all making shooing motions then turned back to Matt. "Why the hell not?"

"That's the attitude." One good thing about dances was that they only lasted so long. For a guy who struggled to make conversation like Matt, that could be a blessing.

Wendy wasn't a great dancer but she went at it with a positive attitude gyrating on the dance floor while her tube top slid dangerously lower.

Matt considered letting her know she was in danger but his good intentions were washed away by his prurient nature.

Sure enough, as the band mangled a couple of closing chords Wendy raised her arms... and her breasts popped out.

This, Matt thought, was when he really wished he had a pair of Google glasses.

Wendy looked horrified and he gathered her close to him.

"What are you--"

"Shhh. With us close like this, nobody can see anything. You can adjust yourself." Not to mention he could smell her hot little body and feel her breasts against his chest.

"Oh. Good thinking. I'm so sorry, Matt. You must be completely grossed out."

"Ah, no. I mean, I am a guy. We like seeing super-pretty girl's breasts."

"Oh." She turned a brighter red. "I guess I should get back to my girlfriends."

"I'll walk you over there.{if wendydate=true} I had a really great time last night. I hope you'll go out with me again."

"Well, you can ask me. No guarantees but who knows." She smiled to let him know she was joking--he hoped that was what the smile showed anyway.

{elseif Wendy>30} Say, Wendy, uh, do you want to go out sometime?"

She stopped. "Is this because you saw my tits?"

"Huh? No. Just because."

"Oh. In that case, sure. Give me your phone."

When he handed it over, she entered her number. He couldn't help noticing she flipped through his contacts as she did so.

{elseif Wendy>10} Thanks for the dance."

"You're welcome. You know, Matt, you could ask me out sometime... if you want."

{else} Do you want to go out sometime?

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Matt." (Note: if you're not playing the game version, you're missing possibilities).{endif}