For Megan? Of course he'll make time.

"Yea, I can, we can, uh, I can meet you after. Did you want to meet in the student center?" John stammered out, attempting for a moment to look up at her. Megan squeezes her arms around his head.

"Cool! I'll meet you there. Try not to get too excited about it until then." John swore he could hear the wink and smirk as her boobs released his head from it's heavenly prison. John turned to look at her as she was already walking back to her friends and whatever they were working on. John realized he could see the edges of her boobs from behind her. He throbbed in place as he turned his head back to the screen. Turns out the code complied with no issues! He compiled it again to make sure and yep, another issue arose. At least it would be something else to focus on until the club meeting was over...

John made his way over to the student center, Megan had left a little early, and he had been stuck being hyper-focused on that bug until he had to leave the classroom. It was still just weird and arousing, this whole situation. John had thoughts and fantasies about this sort of things since he figured out how to jerk it, and now, all of a sudden out of no where, this happens? It was crazy. But it was happening.

The warm air of the student center shook the chill from bones as John stepped in. Megan didn't specify and he didn't ask where in the student center to meet. So he started to look around through some of the crowded areas then started on less crowded areas until finally reaching a small secluded couple chairs facing out a window on the third floor.

"Oh hey Megan! Finally found you!" John said as he dropped down in the seat across from her. She looked at him and smiled. Her hands rest on her lap and one of her legs is crossed over the other.

"Hey! Sorry I forgot to say where to meet." Megan awkwardly chuckled, "But uh, the dreams. I don't usually pay any attention to my dreams, but sometimes when they getting really, repetitive and, uh, intense I give them a little thought." She paused, as if waiting for John to say something. "And they've involved you the past week I think, and it's made me think about you a lot and what my subconscious might be trying to tell me. About you, to me." her hands fiddled with the hem of her tightly packed sweater

"And what've they been saying about me?" John asked, perplexed

"I dunno, well I do, but like, y'know." Megan blushed, then sighed, collecting herself, "I think you're cute, and you always seem to be checking me out."

"Oh, thanks." He blushed slightly, "Uh, I think you're really pretty."

"Beautiful?" Megan asked

"Yes." He replied

"Attractive?"

"Yea."

"Sexy?"

"Very."

"Did you like what did back during the club meet?" Megan uncrossed her legs

"I liked it a lot." John replied.

"Good! I'm glad, I was worried you didn't and the can of worms that would open." Megan slumped back in her seat before sitting back up, "Want me to do it again, sometime?"

"Yes."