Rot couldn't remember Joey being so hot

Rot remembered Joey, but what he remembered was the ugly baggy clothes she always wore and the braces that made her teeth look like a Thunderbird grill. He'd somehow tuned out the fact that those baggy clothes were barely enough to hold in a truly gigantic set of knockers.

He gave Barry a wave back, told Wendy he'd see her that evening, resisted the urge to squeeze Lauren's ass, and asked Joey what was up.

"I'm running for Girl League President," Joey explained. "I need help putting these posters everywhere. Will you do it for me?"

"Help, yes," he said. "Do it, no."

She looked confused. "You mean--"

"I mean, yeah, I'll help you. Let's go."

The first couple posters were easy--she held one side, he the other. But she wanted others posted high, where students could see them.

"The best way is for me to boost you." Without waiting for an answer, he knelt, cupping his hands for her to step into.

She did so reluctantly, but then giggled as he stood, raising her close to nine feet above the floor and, not accidentally giving him a nice view up her skirt.

Considering the baggy shirts she wore, he expected dingy granny-style panties. Instead, she wore sleek silk numbers.

"It's scary this high," she said.

"I'll help you balance." He reached his hand up, outside her skirt... no need to rush things, and helped her balance by putting his palm beneath her buttocks.

"Oooh, you are so naughty." Still, she didn't insist that he stop or demand to be set down.

"I can be," Rot said.

"Promises, promises."

Well, that sounded promising.

"If we get these hung this morning, maybe I can show you something else hung under the bleachers during lunch," Rot offered.

"You are nasty."

"So it's a date?"