The tiny nerd blushes and fumes.

“Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you’re d-dating D-D-Dana!?!?” Tammy squeaks out in her most impressive stutter yet.

You step away from the mortified mouse’s naked body to kiss the punk in question, and tell her, “Yeah,” all matter-of-factly like.

“B-but why?” Tammy begs, her arms crossed over her exposed frame as she shivers with embarrassment. “W-why are you d-d-dating?”

“Cause he’s sexy, buff, likes fucking with nerd’s like you, and he’s got a really goddamn big dick.” Dana answers; her black lipstick curved in a coy smile.

“And unlike most of the women here, when my girl says she can handle a whopper, she actually means it.” You say, directing Tammy’s wide, not-so-innocent eyes down to the throbbing tent in your slacks. “I ain’t kidding— even Denise turned down a swing once she saw what I’m working with. And I want you, Blondie, in my bedroom the moment this stupid science thing ends.”

“W-w-What!?”

“Hahaha!” Dana joins in, grabbing your tumescent shaft through your pants. “And don’t think I’m clueless about your thing for my boyfriend you little nerd— I’ve seen you stalk him before. You want Sam’s cock really bad, don’t you? Just come with us~”

“We know you want it~”

The poor, mousy blonde cups her tiny titties and wet snatch tighter as she backs away from you, and your equally intimidating girlfriend; the pair of you bullies are basically cowing her into being your ‘third’. She Stammers, blushes, and begs for God to make her pussy stop dripping before the voice of your teacher saves her from more of this torturous erotica.

Miss Villagomez interrupts your little rendezvous, but…