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Chapter 11 by GrandoArdens GrandoArdens

Speaking of Gracie...

She wants to play a game.

John jumped to his feet at the next knock on the door, and it was Gracie this time. She was wearing the same simple jeans and t-shirt she'd had on at school, and John thought he saw a stain on her collar that just might have been a drop of his cum. She smiled at him from the hallway.

"You look surprised," she said. "Did you really think I wouldn't show?"

"I, uh, I didn't think--" John stammered, "You just, um... You're here. In my bedroom. Gracie Lin, in my bedroom."

"No; Gracie Lin, just outside your bedroom. You haven't actually let me in, yet."

"Oh, right! Uh, come in, I guess."

John pivoted awkwardly around the open door, giving Gracie just enough room to squeeze through.

"Just, uh, sit on the bed, if you want. Unless that's presumptuous! I can run and grab some stools from downstairs. I'll just go do that..."

"John!" Gracie stopped him, grabbing him by his shirt as he turned to leave. "Gracie Lin is in your bedroom. Do not leave her alone. We can sit on the bed; it looks comfy."

She half-led, half-dragged him over to the bed and sat cross-legged at the foot of it with her backpack lying next to her. John sat at the head of the bed, eyeing the condom under his alarm clock nervously. He realized now more than ever just how much extra confidence the Fuck Pass had given him; he could barely manage to talk to Gracie without it. Maybe if he talked her into tutoring him, that would count? No... Even if that worked, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He only wanted her if she wanted him.

Gracie fished through her backpack and pulled out a stack of flashcards, shuffled them, and handed half of them to John.

"Wait, what? Wh-when you said study--"

"Yeah, yeah," she blushed a little. "We'll get to that, but this exam is a really big deal. I think I know a way we can get in some actual review and have a little fun at the same time. We take turns asking questions; if the other person gets it right, we take something off. If they get it wrong, they take something off. Sound good?"

It sounded like a surefire way to get them both naked very quickly, which sounded pretty great. John agreed, on one condition.

"You have to take off your shoes and socks before we start."

Gracie cocked an eyebrow.

"It's not a fetish; it's fair. I'm already barefoot, and we should start with roughly the same amount of clothes. Also, I'd rather not have dirt all over my comforter."

"Ohhh, okay. Sure." Gracie started untying her canvas shoes; "For the record, though, if it were a fetish thing I'd still do it. I'm not personally into foot stuff, but it's hardly the worst thing a guy could ask for, believe me."

She balled up her socks and stuffed them in her shoes, which she tossed to the floor. John looked over her bare feet with curiosity; the skin was as clear and smooth as the rest of her and her toes were cute enough in a toe kind of way, but otherwise they were just feet. He had seen some foot stuff in porn, and could get how it'd feel good from a purely physical standpoint, but surely they didn't do anything hands or tits couldn't. He made a mental note to try it out at school sometime.

"So," Gracie said, tearing him from his musings, "I've already seen your... forfeit... a time or two, so I'll do you a favor and go first. Ask me a good one."

John flipped through his stack of flashcards until one jumped out at him.

"Name the nine stages of meiosis."

Does Gracie know it?

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