She demands that he take her out on a real date first

Joey shook her head. "I want the real thing. You know, dinner. A movie. A date. I'm not some cheap slut who'll give you a handjob under the bleachers and then let you go on to the next girl."

That didn't sound terrible, except that Rot had a raging boner now, plus he had a painful memory of never having enough money actually to take girls out... and always having to scrimp on those few occasions when he actually managed to wangle a date.

"Tell you want, Joey," Rot said, "I want that, too. But I'm a little short on cash right now."

"So, you're just hoping that I'll take care of your needs until then, with no date or anything?"

"Uh, yeah, that and a rain check that, when I do get some cash, you'll be the first girl I take out."

"Do you promise?"

"Of course."

"All right. I'll be under the bleachers at lunchtime. But only this once. You want more, you're going to have to take me out and treat me right."

He nodded. "Give me a squeeze to last me until then."

"You're so gross." She didn't pull away, though, so he reached a hand under her baggy top and grasped a pair of breasts each feeling as big as a basketball.

Joey wiggled in his grasp for a moment, then jerked away. "That's enough."

"It's not close to enough," Rot replied. "But it'll do for now." He blew her a kiss and headed out.