Time for Wendy

Rot kissed his mother on the back of her neck. "Got to do homework with Wendy," he said. Adding, to Lauren, "and I kept my part of the deal, doing your dishes."

"Like that's some huge favor?"

"Hey, just reminding you. I'm working on being a better person."

"A harder person, maybe."

He grinned. "Hard for sure."

Wendy's lived just six houses down on the street where Rot's teenage home was located. Although Wendy and Lauren had been best friends for years, he'd never been inside. Now he knocked on the door and Wendy ushered him through.

He wasn't sure what to expect, but Wendy exceeded his fantasies. Her plaid school-girl skirt left her the bottoms of her butt-cheeks exposed. She wore stockings, not pantyhose, the black lace from the garterbelt contrasting with the pale flesh of her thighs. He remembered fantasizing over those small tits with the pointy nipples--the points visible even through the padded bras and shirts she often wore. That night, she'd abandoned the bra and her silk top, tied at her waist to expose her sexy bellybutton, was practically transparent.

"Wow," he said. "You look fantastic."

"Thank you, Rot." She did a quick twirl to let him see all of her, then gave him a serious look. "I've talked to a few other girls. I told them that if they sign ten people up at ten bucks each, they get a free entry themselves. For every additional ten, they get ten bucks. Does that sound fair?"

"Absolutely. Assuming that you picked pretty girls to do it." Getting the prettiest girls signed up would make selling date service entries to the guys easy.

"I'm not stupid. I figure, with me handling sales and you doing the programming, we'll split the proceeds 75% for me, 25% for you."

Rot laughed. "I'm also doing the questions. 75/25 sounds great but I keep the 75."

They haggled for a bit but both knew where they were going. When they finally agreed on the fifty-fifty split, Wendy held out a hand. "Shall we shake on it?"

"I was sort of hoping we could kiss on it."

"We've got French to do." Still, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "And speaking of French, I think you just need to be motivated."

"Yeah? What do you have in mind?"

She put her hands on her breasts and squeezed, pushing her nipples harder against the silk top. "When you get an answer right, you get a squeeze. Get one wrong, you have to lose something you're wearing."

That sounded like a win/win. "Deal."

French had never been so fun. Wendy gave him a few easy questions at first and Rot caressed those ever-tempting nipples although Wendy backed away when he tried a nibble. Soon, however, she started with harder questions and he found himself losing first shoes, then socks, then his shirt.

"Oh." Wendy giggled. I hear you titfucked both Joey and Colleen today."

"Who told you that?"

"Everyone is talking about it. You did, didn't you?"

"I think I'd rather not say." It wasn't that he didn't trust Wendy but he didn't want a reputation as a guy who talked about his accomplishments.

"So, I thought we'd up the stakes. From now on, you get one right, I take something off. Whoever gets naked first has to finger the other one to completion."

"Definite deal."

"If you win, I'll let you squirt on my tits. They're not as big as Joeys, or even Colleen's, but--"

"But they're super-sexy. I said it was a deal."

Rot had never been more motivated. Not that he wouldn't mind fingering Wendy to orgasm. He suspected, if he managed the win, he could get that... and more.