He sits with Wendy

{if Wendy<0}Wendy got on the bus, took one look at him, then headed to the back of the bus. Matt might as well have been invisible.

{else}Wendy smiled when she saw Matt waiting. "Thanks for your help with my Algebra. Did you get everything worked out on problem three in Trig?"

"Yeah, there's a trick to it." He took out his homework and went through the steps.

"You're really smart, you know that?"

"Yeah, a genius. That's why I flunked the first time I took it."

She giggled. "You are going to dance with me tomorrow, right?"

"My fingers are crossed that I'll be that lucky."

"Don't cross them too hard. I've been known to lame my partners permanently." She was absentmindedly petting his thigh and his dick was responding. A part of him was tempted to press his hips up so her hand would end up touching his cock through the jeans fabric but he managed to restrain himself. This was not one of those Japanese porn videos he found so appealing and he didn't want to scare Wendy away. On the other hand, he didn't want her to think he wasn't receptive.

As a compromise, he reached down and squeezed her knee. "I'll take that chance."{endif}