Things start out well but...

"Like I said, chocolate milk," Rot instructs Brianna.

She nods and heads for the cafeteria line. While she's doing that, Rot reaches for his wallet. Drivers' License... with the profile view indicating he's under twenty-one but cheap black and white on photo paper, an Orange County Public Library card, and a single battered dollar bill meet his gaze. It's lucky he won that bet because he'd be looking pretty pathetic now.

After making it through the line in record time, Brianna heads toward him, her hips swishing, her short skirt possibly rolled up just a little extra at the waist. Rot had never noticed that kind of thing when he'd been in school the first time. He wasn't sure if he was just more observant, or if actually talking and flirting was paying off.

"Are you sure you don't want white milk?" Brianna sets two cartons down on one of the plastic tables. Colleen follows behind, her eyes disapproving but not saying anything.

"I like both kinds." Rot let his gaze flick between Brianna's eyes and her c-cups. "Chocolate is sweet, but white has a certain tang all its own... if you're following."

"I never knew you were so, well, naughty." She took a seat and patted the part of the plastic bench closest to her.

Rot stepped carefully. His boner made fast movement difficult. While he wanted Brianna to see that she turned him on, he didn't want to be obvious about it.

He left an inch or so separating his jeans-clad thighs from her nylon stocking legs but she ooched toward him. Colleen sat on his other side. Her stare said she disapproved... but Rot intended to win her over. Banging Brianna would be a dream-come-true, literally. But his teenage mind hadn't even contemplated a threesome. Well, while he hadn't gotten as much action as he would have wanted as an adult, but he'd sure learned what might be possible if only he'd played his cards right.

"Listen, girls," Rot said, "I was--"

Joey interrupted his flirtation by smacking him on the head with her Calculus book. "You total jerk. You said you were going to have lunch with me."

"Actually, I said--"

He avoided her follow-up swing.