Screw it, he asks them to move

Matt hung in indecision until Ms. Chadra came up beside him. "Are you going to sit down, Matt?"

"Uh, yeah. Listen Wendy and Debby. Could you do me a favor? If one of you would sit here," he pointed to an open seat, "and the other one here, I would be ever so grateful."

"Just can't make up your mind, huh?" Debby asked. But she got up and moved as he'd asked.

"What the hell?" Wendy didn't look especially happy about it but she got up and moved as well, leaving an empty seat between the two girls.

"Very nice," Ms. Chadra said. "Now, if we could get to work."

As always, getting to work was easier said than done. Both girls had ooched their desks a little closer to Matt's. Wendy was crossing and uncrossing her legs in a way Matt suspected had to be aimed at getting his attention. Which, he had to confess, it did. Debby kept giggling and, when he looked over at her, started untying and retying the halter top of her sundress, somehow managing to keep from showing her tits but giving him tantalizing glimpses that let him hope that next time, he might actually see something.

"Matt?"

"Huh?"

"I asked you a question but apparently you are somewhere else."

"Yes, Ms. Chadra. I'm afraid I was... distracted."

"So I see. Perhaps you should come sit her in the front row. And perhaps you'd like to stay after class so we could review the material you missed."

"Is that a polite way of saying 'detention'?"

"You're so perceptive."

The girls both giggled and Matt had to wonder if they'd conspired against him. Had the two of them been getting their **** for his inability to choose between them?