Rodney Gullison

"Can't you see him? Rodney Gullison!"

The blonde sees, in the distance, the plump, lonely, pimply teenager, who searches in vain for a table that will accept him.

"Yes I see him, so what?"

"Come on, honey, don't tell me you forgot you have a crush on him! You keep telling me that he makes you wet like no one else every time he talks to you ... that you would do anything for him ... "

"Are you sure ?"

"Babydoll, he's your favorite ... you know that!"

She wonders if she hasn't pushed a bit too much until the blonde raises her head a little.

"He asked me to go with him to the prom and I laughed at him ..."

"You're wrong, I was there, it was you who begged him to do it and he said no ... my little dyke is all mixed up ..."

The teenager walks between the tables, always looking for a place.

"But I understand, you feel so miserable, so useless, you are so insecure when he's around you ..."

"I… I know… he's looking here… what do I have to do?"

Maddy removes her hand from the panties.

"Wave for him to come."

"I ... I can't ..."

"Do you want me to do this for you?"

"Oh yes ... that would be so sweet!"

"Do you promise to be very obedient?"

"Yes ... but hurry, he's looking elsewhere!"

Maddy almost giggles at the blonde's reaction. She turns and holds up her hand, the fat teen freezing, as he wonders if the pretty brunette is really talking to him.

"Rod," she shouts, "come sit with Suzie!"

He hesitates as the other students, having heard, whisper to each other. Finally he decides to join them, his tray in his hand.

"Are you okay Rod," Maddy asks.

"Yes and you ?"

"Yes, sit down ... Suzie who wanted to see you ... right?"

The blonde slowly lifts her head, her heart pounding, quivering.

"Maddy ..."

"Didn't you tell me you wanted me to bring him over?"

The blonde moans as she understands the implication.

"Well, if you called me to laugh at me ..."

He wants to get up but Suzanne takes his hand.

"No stay !"

He looks at her questioningly.

"I want you to stay .... near me."

She looks down without letting go of his hand.

"Oh, Rod, you eat hotdogs too! You knew Suzie loves it, but she prefers big sausages."

The pimply teenager observes the blonde who does not respond.

"Suzie is a little embarrassed, but she has something to ask you ... come on, Suzie ..."

"Rod, would you like to come with me to the prom?"

"Do your doe eyes, babydoll, that'll help."

She obeys, staring at the young man for the first time, seeing her own reflection in his glasses.

"I don't even know if I'm going to go anymore."

When his gaze falls on the vertiginous cleavage he anticipates a remark, or a slap, but nothing comes and he is emboldened.

"I really want to go with you ..."

Her voice is so low, so thin he barely hears it.

"Suzie, Rod seems to like your breasts… maybe you should show him some more, to help him change his mind."

The nerd is surprised at the comment but can't reply, the blonde undoing another button with her shaking hands.

"You know, Rod, she always talks to me about you… right, Suzie?"

"Yes, Rod ... I'll be nice if you want me to go with you ..."

"Very nice, Suzie ... show your friend how you like to eat sausage .."

The blonde turns to her friend, who is already ready, the sausage covered in mayonnaise approaching her mouth, which she opens mechanically.

"And no teeth!"

The young man watches the pretty blonde squirm with pleasure as she engulfs much of the food, the condiment smearing her lips as she squeezes his hand more and more.

"Honey, you've got lots of white sauce around your mouth! That's not the way you should eat! Don't you think so, Rod?"

"Yes, Suzanne, be careful!"

The blonde feels that she wets her chair when she hears the young man address her.

"I'm sorry," she answers in a whisper.

"So, Rod, are you going to think about it? Bringing Suzie with you to the ball?"

"Yes, Maddy ... I think I can think about it ..."

"That would make my little dyke so happy!"

"I'm not a dyke," the blonde articulates with difficulty.

"Suzie, I told you not to speak when nobody asks you a question!"

The young woman folds up in her chair, miserable, but at the same time feeling the excitement at an almost unbearable level, her clit rubbing against her soggy panties, her nipples almost piercing her blouse.

"I think she has something else to ask you, right babydoll?"

She looks up for a moment, unable to concentrate.