More flirting first

Cassandra studied Matt for a good twenty seconds while he regretted his choice. Right now, he could be squeezing those tits, pinching her nipples, maybe feeling her hand on his dick. Instead, he was sitting there like an idiot.

Finally she grinned at him. "Yeah, no. Grabbing the goods would be a really bad idea. You don't know me that well. Not even close."

"I could," he said, "get to know you better. Maybe you should tell me about yourself, why you're in summer school when you don't like school, why you inked yourself, why you're sitting all by yourself at the back of the bus."

"I'm not all by myself."

"Yeah, because I came back to talk with you."

"And my interesting tits."

"If you keep bringing them up, I will grab them, if only to discover what makes them so interesting."

"Because you're a pervert."

He shrugged. "Well, I'm an eighteen year old guy. What else would you expect?"

"Same thing I'd expect from a fifty-year-old guy, I suppose."

There was a cryptic message there but Matt couldn't read it.

He took out his phone. "You want to talk some time, call me."

"In your dreams."

"Trust me, my dreams are a lot more interesting than just talking on the phone."