Wendy Wins

Rot bore down, pulling on every memory, every time his mom played those horrible French records in the morning, everything he'd ever learned. As Wendy asked him questions about conjugation and vocabulary, he was able to get far more than he'd imagined -- the motivation helped. Gradually, Wendy stripped down until she's wearing only her panties... and he was in his tighty whities. 'Got to get some better underwear,' he reminds himself. On his first time through Aaron Burr HS, nobody else ever got to see them. This time, things were different.

"Well?" Wendy demanded.

"Well, what?"

"Do you know the answer or don't you?"

Oh, hell. He'd gotten distracted by Wendy's incredible body, those cute little tits with the pointy nips, and his own lack of style. "Can you repeat the question?"

"That wasn't the deal. I ask, you answer. Failure to answer counts as a loss."

A scan of his memory turned up nothing.

"I guess that means I lose."

"And you lose the game."

He started yanking down his jockeys but Wendy put out a hand and tugged them back up. "Oh, no. You don't get to flash me until you win." She tugged down her own panties exposing a black wisp of hair over a nearly bald pussy. "Now get to fingering."