He sits with Debby

He knew he was crazy. He'd already extended himself with girls. He should just grab a seat somewhere alone and study his Trig. But he wasn't listening to logic, he was listening to his hormones and his hormones said to go more, to spread his seed throughout the world. If King Solomon could have seven hundred wives, why couldn't he have six or seven girlfriends?

Debby grinned when he chose her{if Wendy>0} while Wendy sulked{endif}. Crap. There should have been a way to keep both girls happy.

He smiled back at Debby, then lost himself in the hypnotic motion of her tying and untying the bow of her halter top. Each time she untied it, the fabric flowed loosely around her breasts. Each time, he really thought that this time he was going to get a look at those tits. Each time, she smoothed the fabric and retied the bow.

"Matt," Ms. Chadra interrupted, "I know your social life is important but this is a Trig class. Why don't you join me after class and we can discuss today's topics."

"Is that a polite way of saying I've got detention again?"

Ms. Chadra laughed. "Oh, was I being polite? Sorry, that was intended to be snarky. Yes, detention."

Debby giggled. "Sorry."

Hell!