Wait for Wendy

Wendy had been the first girl who'd noticed him. She'd actually sat next to him when he'd been a complete stranger. Matt told himself he just wanted to return the favor, be nice to a nice young woman. That he was a sucker for redheads... and often did image searches for natural redheads, was coincidence.

"Hi Matt." Wendy joined him at his seat without even waiting for an invitation. "Did you get problem three in trig? It seemed like every time I did it, I got a different answer."

He took out his homework, setting it on his lap. The two of them put their heads together as he stepped Wendy through his thought process. Putting heads together was a good idea because Wendy smelled good. Matt inhaled her scent and made a special effort to be sure he didn't drool on himself.

It took Wendy a couple of minutes before she understood where she'd gone wrong, but when she did, she traced out the answer on his homework.

Since his homework was on his lap, tracing the answer with her finger meant she was tracing his lap as well. He wondered if she noticed the hardon he sported under the paper... because her fingers certainly ran right over that bulge.

"You said you were coming to the dance Friday, right?" she asked as the bus pulled into the high school.

"You bet," he said. {if cash<30}He'd find the money somehow.{endif}

"Great. See you there. I mean," she giggled, "of course I'll see you in class and stuff, but I'll also see you there."