He remembers his lunch date with Joey and blows Briana off

Lunch with Briana sounded perfect... especially because Briana always sat with her sister. Just the idea of sitting between those two females, with their thighs brushing against his, brought his dick, already stimulated, to full erection. He opened his mouth to finalize the deal when he remembered he'd already promised to get together with Joey. The choice between a guaranteed handjob and just a possibility of a little stockinged thigh on jeans was obvious.

Besides, Rot had learned a few things in his years of failing to attract women... and the most basic lesson was that a guy who seemed too anxious was bound to fail.

"Hey Briana," he said, "I've got plans for lunch today so we'll have to take a raincheck. How about you buy me my chocolate milk tomorrow?"

"Plans more important than having lunch with me?" She seemed surprised. Rot hoped he wasn't reading actual disappointment into her expression.

"I don't know about important," he admitted. "But I promised Joey I'd give her a hand. I try to keep my promises."

"Okay. We'll have to do it tomorrow, then. But this time your promise is to me, right?"

"Absolutely."

"R-Rot. If you have something to say," Mr. Moss interrupted, "perhaps you can share it with the rest of the class."

"I was just..."

"From the front of the class."

Obviously Mr. Moss was getting him back for the stuttering incident. Well, that was fair game although Rot felt Mr. Moss owed him a favor rather than anger for giving him a free peek at Briana's panties and cameltoe... did they know about cameltoes back in 1971, he wondered?

Rot's jeans didn't disguise his hardon, so he looped his thumbs through the belt loops and strode to the front of the class.

Giggles and whispers from teenage girls made it clear that his tented jeans hadn't gone unnoticed.

"First," Rot said, "I apologize for whispering to Briana. Second, I was telling her that I thought Shakespeare was remarkably prescient in Iago's jealousy over the black male-white female relationship... and he did it without any blatant reference to the stereotypical white male size disparity. Of course Briana tried to shush me."

"Actually, that is an interesting insight," Mr. Moss said. "One you can more fully develop in an essay you may write on your own or in detention this afternoon."

"Yeah, I think maybe on my own." Detention might be a chance to meet naughty girls, but guys in detention outnumbered those naughty girls ten to one.

"Sit down Rot. And..." The sound of the bell cut off whatever Mr. Moss had to say.

"That," Rachel, the sexy black cheerleader said, "was interesting. I don't think that's really what you were saying to Briana, though."

Rot grinned. "Maybe. You'll have to tell me more about your lip-reading talents sometime... soon.