Kyle arrives at school

Kyle approached the side door of his high school. There were a few students bustling around in the hallway beyond the glass door, but it was nowhere near as crowded as the front door was. That was usually where all the underclassmen got dropped off by their parents.

He opened the door and stepped inside. A cacophony of voices reached him and he began walking towards his locker.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” a hand clapped Kyle on the back.

Kyle turned and beheld his friend Jim Connolly. Blond-haired and blue-eyed, Jim was taller than him and more muscular, a byproduct of being on the boys’ soccer and baseball teams. To an outside observer, the two couldn’t be further apart in terms of interests and personality, but that hadn’t always been so. Such was the nature of friendships formed in early childhood, before diverging interests inevitably broke them as they aged. Kyle and Jim were the exception to the rule, clinging on to their friendship out of habit if nothing else.

Still, Kyle couldn’t help that there was a fundamental disconnect between the two of them. Jim had had no problem branching out and forming his own large circle of friends, but they’d all shared his interests. Whenever he’d tried to include Kyle, things hadn’t worked out so well.

“I’m good, Jim. You and Mandy still all set for our studying session later?” Kyle asked, shifting his backpack.

Jim beamed at him. “Hell yeah, man. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I fucking hate studying, but I know if you help us out we’ll pass our exams no problem.”

Kyle couldn’t help but smile back at the compliment, even though he felt the hollowness of it in his core.

“After we do that, you want to play Halo? Like old times?” he asked.

Jim shook his head. “Nah, man. Me and Mandy have something planned for later tonight, if you know what I mean.”

Kyle nodded, unsurprised. He smiled nonetheless.

“Gotcha.”

Even if it turns out Jim is only really still friends with me because I help him pass his classes, it’s better than having no friends at all.

Kyle triggered the Dialogue Menu.

Time froze and the blue text menu winked into existence in front of him.

I wonder what Jim would think if he knew what I could do now.

Jim Connolly (781 Agreeableness Points)

That’s… quite a lot of Agreeableness Points. It really is too bad Jim’s not a girl. Great, now I’m imaging my best friend with breasts. Shut up. Shut up. Fuck, I might need some brain bleach.

Sigh… Okay, so what should I ask Jim to do? Hm. Maybe I can get him to take some naked pictures of Mandy and send them to me.

<350> Hey Jim. I want you to take some naked pictures of Mandy and text them to my phone. I want to see her tits and ass. And don't let her know you're sending them to me.

Haha, holy shit! I can just… make Jim send me pictures of his girlfriend. Wow.

Grinning internally, Kyle chose the option and the Menu dissolved.

Jim’s eyebrows rose and he shrugged, like it was no big deal for his friend to ask him for nude images of his girlfriend.

“Sure, Kyle. I can do that no problem. So, what time did you want to meet up for our study session later?”

Wow, it’s like the idea of sending me naked pictures of his girlfriend isn’t even really registering with him. It’s like I asked him to borrow a dollar for snacks.

Kyle shrugged, ignoring the way his cock twitched. Mandy Knight was a particularly beautiful blonde girl with piercing blue eyes, large tits and long, toned legs befitting her role as a cheerleader.

Now, I’ll finally get to see her in all her naked glory on top of having an opportunity to experiment on her with the Menu. I wonder what my AP score with her is.

“Oh, I figured we’d just go straight to your house after school,” Kyle said.

“Yeah, that works for me. We’ll grab something to eat on the way there,” Jim replied.

"That sounds good."

Kyle heard an electrical chime and glanced at Jim to see him take his phone out of his pocket. He grinned.

“Yo, Mandy wants me to meet her at her locker.”

“Heh. See you later?” Kyle grinned at him.

“You’re a good friend, Kyle. I ever tell you that? See ya,” Jim shifted the weight of his backpack to his other shoulder and walked away.

Kyle watched him leave for a few moments before continuing onward towards his locker. The hallways were becoming more populated as more people arrived at the school.

He rounded a corner into another hallway before stopping. Danielle Parisi was standing in the middle of the hallway in front of his locker and talking with two other girls; a slim brunette and a voluptuous black girl. She turned to him as he neared, as if sensing him. Her lush lips curved upwards and her eyes practically glowed with interest.

Danielle wore her dark hair in a ponytail that trailed along her tight tank top that rode up her body, exposing the barest flash of her toned abdomen.

Wow, Danielle is fucking hot. Should I… should I go say hi?

Danielle’s friends caught her gaze and followed it to Kyle. The dark-skinned girl, Samantha Jennings, scrunched her face in distaste while the brunette, Ashley Goldman, just seemed mildly surprised. Both of them were pretty, with Samantha sporting huge tits that jiggled and wobbled through her green blouse. Ashley’s breasts were a little smaller, but still eye-catching nonetheless. He’d never really interacted with the two aside from the rare occasions they’d come over Danielle’s house while he was tutoring her.

Now they’re staring at me. Heh. Why the hell am I worried about how Ashley and Samantha feel? I’ve got the Dialogue Menu on my side.

Steeling his courage, he walked up to the girls.

“Hey Kyle. How’s it going?” Danielle greeted him warmly.

Kyle had to stop himself from looking down at her tits. The tight blue tanktop she wore left little to the imagination, exposing plenty of cleavage.

Damn. I can’t remember the last time Danielle wore something like this to school.

Kyle hesitated. So far, he’d always been alone with the person he used the Dialogue Menu on. He didn’t know how others would react to what he said under its influence.

Would they notice anything strange? I know I have to try it if only just to know, but still. I should definitely keep the options tame just in case.

The blue text that had changed so much materialized in front of him. A list of Dialogue Options populated automatically.

Danielle Parisi (306 Agreeableness Points)

He took a few moments just to gaze at her, drinking in her absolutely gorgeous form before turning his eyes to her friends.

Samantha Jennings (9 Agreeableness Points)

Wow… I guess she really doesn’t like me.

Still, Kyle took a few moments to stare at the girl. She was leaning forward slightly and with her low-cut top, Kyle had a decent view into her cleavage. He couldn’t help but picture those tits wrapped around his cock and her normally pouty, bitchy face being coated in his cum.

Ashley Goldman (34 Agreeableness Points)

The brunette at least seemed mildly alright with him, as if he were a stray cat that had wandered into her immediate vicinity. She was dressed far more conservatively than Samantha, but he could still trace her bountiful curves beneath her blouse and jeans.

Would it be possible to have Dialogue Options for more than one person at the same time?

Surprisingly, the blue text of the Menu changed.

Unable to generate a single Dialogue Option for multiple subjects. Subject Agreeableness Points not yet at minimum threshold (350).

Huh. So if I got Danielle’s, Samantha’s, and Ashley’s Agreeableness Points to three fifty, I could theoretically issue commands to all three of them at once. Good to know.

Danielle Parisi (306 Agreeableness Points)

<1> I’m good, thanks for asking.

<1> Eh. I’m alright.

…

<30> I’m great now that I’ve seen you, Danielle.

Hm. I wonder how Danielle’s friends would react to that option.

He decided to play it safe, however, and chose the very first one that showed up in the Menu. Time resumed and the sudden cacophony of voices and footsteps and lockers opening and closing reached his ears. It was a little disorienting, but he kept himself composed.

Danielle beamed at him. “Glad to hear it,” she turned to her friends. “Hey guys, this is Kyle Mitchell. He tutored me in Calc this year, if you remember.”

So it seems from their faces that they haven't noticed anything strange. That's good.

“Hm. Yeah, I remember seeing you at Danielle’s house a few times,” Ashley said. She glanced over at her friend before looking back at him. “So, have you asked her out yet?”

“Erm,” Kyle responded intelligently. Danielle smirked at him.

Samantha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, pushing her huge black breasts upwards. So much cleavage was exposed that Kyle had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her.

“Really, Ashley? You think Danielle’s interested in the nerd?”

“I don’t know. I think smart guys are sexy,” Ashley said. She gazed at him with her light brown eyes appraisingly before nodding at Danielle.

“You just want a guy who’ll do all your homework and let you cheat off of him in class,” Samantha said.

“That too,” Ashley said, not even bothering to deny it.

Kyle chuckled, which drew an appreciative grin from the brunette.

This girl is something else.

“Guys. Guys. Relax,” Danielle waved her arms. She moved to stand in front of him, and Kyle couldn’t help but notice that her juicy ass was mere inches from his cock. It jiggled when she shifted her weight from side to side, as if stretching. “We’re not dating. I’m just gonna help Kyle with a little physical activity since he helped me pass my Calc class.”

“Physical activity, huh? Yeah, I’ll bet,” Ashley’s grin grew to shit-eating proportions. “Does your dad know that you’re having Kyle over for some ‘physical activity’?”

Samantha snorted and rolled her eyes again, but Kyle caught the barest hint of a smile on her lips.

“Alright, I kind of walked into that one. But it isn’t what you think,” Danielle said. She sighed. “Also, please don’t tell my dad. He’ll flip.”

Ashley mimed zipping her mouth shut.

“Samantha?” Danielle said.

The busty black girl sighed before nodding.

“You owe us big time for this,” Samantha said.

“Don’t I always?” Danielle said. She turned to face him again, but they were much closer this time so her face was only a few inches from his.

Danielle licked her lips. Her hazel eyes stared into his.

A metallic chime resounded from the school’s loudspeakers. The students in the hallways started moving more frantically. Dozens of lockers slammed shut at once.

“Well, that’s the bell,” Kyle said.

“So it would seem,” Danielle hummed, grabbing her bookbag from the floor. Her friends had already begun heading to their own classes. Kyle caught the sight of Samantha’s yoga pant-clad bubble butt jiggling as she turned a corner.

“Why don’t you sit with us at lunch?” she said suddenly. She licked her lips again and shifted from side to side again. Her breasts jiggled.

Kyle raised his eyebrows.

She wants me to sit with her and Samantha and Ashley? I mean, I definitely could. Maybe that’ll be a good opportunity to get my AP up with her and her friends. Actually, come to think of it, I could do something right now since no one’s really paying attention to us.

Time froze once again.

Danielle Parisi (307 Agreeableness Points)

<1> Sure.

<1> I’d like that, Danielle.

…

<85> I’ll eat lunch with you if you kiss me right now.

Bold. She seemed to like it when I told her to make out with me yesterday. I wonder how she’ll react to this.

The Menu dissipated.

“Hm,” Danielle licked her lips again. She glanced around furtively before closing the gap between the two of them and lowering her voice. “Our little make out session yesterday leave you wanting more?”

Kyle gulped. His throat suddenly felt dry.

The athletic girl smirked at him and pressed her lips against his. She lingered for a few moments and Kyle took the opportunity to savor her taste. Her scent. The sort of things only the closeness of a woman could offer him.

She broke the kiss a few moments later.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” Danielle grinned at him before turning and walking away, her ass swaying sensuously as she walked. He stared at her longingly, dumbstruck. She glanced at him from over her shoulder and seemed to catch him looking. Her smirk widened.

Kyle looked away sheepishly.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

The bell rang a second time, meaning first period classes were now in session.

“Shit, I’m gonna be late for Ms. Torres’ class!”

He took off down the hallway, not even bothering with his locker.