Kickstart things with friend/crush Nat, and with (relatively un-subtle) teenaged hijinks

The door swung open. In my haste, I nearly stumbled in, face-first.

"Nat!"

Nat swung her head back mid-giggle, only to drop her mouth. "John? When did you get here?" Her hands fell to her thick slender thighs, donned in tight blue jeans. Her slender figure always looked so hot contrasted with those quaintly wide hips and ass.

"I got..." I gulped, clenching my fist with unhealthy levels of tightness. "I became the Owner of the World, Nat!"

A blonde ponytailed head popped out from behind Nat's turned face, her brow raised. "John?"

Oh, Allison was here, too.

"You became what?" asked Nat with a deeply confused eyebrow.

"Yes!" I puffed away. "It's crazy!"

The two, seated on the carpet with a plate of jell-o between them, thought something was crazy alright. And the way they were looking at me, I could take a guess as to who.

Out of the blue, I said, "Nat, slap Allison in the face!"

Nat quickly turned her head to her friend and swung her arm towards her. A crack ripped the air as Allison's cheek met Nat's palm.

"Holy crap!" I covered my mouth. That looked like that hurt. "Sorry?"

Allison was rubbing her right face cheek. "Sorry about what? Nat was the one who slapped me," she glared. Her bare legs were crossed below her. I gulped.

"Allison, show off your legs."

The blonde girl obligingly uncrossed her legs, straightening them across the span of carpet below her. Because of the limited room, she had to splay them to her sides, wiggling her nicely shaped toes in the process. I walked over and instantly crumpled to the floor, smelling the length of her shin up to her remarkably smooth knee.

While I partook in this act, Allison and Nat had struck up another conversation. Apparently continuing where they had left off. Completely ignoring me.

Wow. Did they really not see any of this as off the friken wall? Were they really going to let me get away with this!?

I was smothering my face with Nat's friend's leg for pete's sake!

"Girls?" clamored a voice by the doorway. "Oh, John."

Nat's father was standing in front of the room, wiping his hands with a miscellaneous towel. I froze.

"Er, hi Mr. Dorf," I said part muffled, my lips still mushed against the side of Allison's calf.

"Hope you're enjoying Allison's... legs," he rapped back with a nod before turning his focus to Nat. "Anyways, I believe that package is here."

The two young ladies chirped in excitement, climbing to their feet. I was left sprawled on the carpet dazed by the sudden turn of events. Man they were fast. Allison did do cheerleading, after all. And Nat was just a natural at anything active, as healthy as a female ox.

I watched their legs clamber out the room and down the stairwell. Nat's dad had joined them. Waiting for a bit, I looked around the room for a moment. Then decided to take a the opportune intermission to sniff my childhood friend's belongings, because I guess I was a sniffer, okay, deal with it.

I don't know what it was, but somehow all her garments smelled pleasing; and not just pleasing, but exactly how I'd imagined them to, how I didn't even know I liked it.

Had to have been a subconscious rewriting thing, thanks to my new privileges. It was quietly molding the world to my secretly held desires without being obvious about it. Even when it just came down to how things -- and girls -- smelled.

But most glaringly, of course; their nonchalant tolerance of my weird antics!

"It's here, it's here." Allison in her giggly voice skipped back into the room. Nat was close behind, her shoulder-length dark brown hair cutely grazing her blades. I had to take her in again, especially after just rummaging through her clothes.

Perfect button nose. Perfect physique. Man she was like... she was like born to elicit hard groins from men everywhere. Yes, even the homosexuals. Hell, even the women. Er. You get the picture.

Nat's motions looked splendid with that dashingly handsome body of hers as she danced around the room with the package in her hand. Another set of giggles as the girls began to monkey around. I, meanwhile, began feeling like a third wheel when suddenly Nat was rubbing up against me.

"Jealous, John?" She batted her eyelashes playfully before devolving into another chirpy laugh roll.

I smirked. "Why, what's in it?"

"A bomb."

Allison's snarky answer was a lie. But I flinched anyway. Because I was a wimp.

"Maybe it's, like, the key to the universe."

"Or a head!"

"Haha!" Nat was obviously enjoying this, as this was her sort of humor. "Or, maybe it's just... another box."

"Nat, that's so dumb." It was. But it still made Allison crack a smile. Same with me. Execution was everything, man.

That was what was cool about us, I thought. We were dorks but all rolled with it. Alone, we would be weird. Together, we were fun. Even Allison, despite being a cheerleader, was pretty cool with our circle's shenanigans.

Of course, I was still the most un-cool. You know: the king nerd, the klutz of the group; the trampled bed of weeds above which they stood. I was the one they looked to for answers on dumb math equations, or the truth about a comic book character's original backstory in the comics. And, like, who would win in a fist-fight, Superman or Goku. Every time.

"What do you think's in the box, oh John?"

At Nat's dry question, I looked at the two girls. Both of them had expectant looks.

Well, I thought, letting my eyes fall back to the box, it's not really big, just a medium-sized box that could really hold anything.

My eyes twitched.

But wait.

I was going about this wrong. Ha. Hahaha! I? I was able to make anything from nothing! What was in the box? Who even cared about cheating my way to finding out what was in the box, I could re-mold what they were so excited about acquiring in the first place!