Wendy and Chris go on a date

John silently seethed in the corner as Wendy got up to leave with Chris. He wanted to rage and throw something, but he could only sit there helplessly. As they reached the door, Wendy turned and looked back at John with an arrogant smirk on her face.

'Oh, and way to show off your little needle cock there, John,' she said mockingly. 'Maybe if you ever master it, you can keep up with me and Chris.'

John felt a wave of shame and humiliation hae wash over him, and he averted his gaze. Without an intelligent response, he merely looked and said nothing. Wendy laughed and then closed the door behind her.

John couldn't help but think about the way Wendy looked before she left. She had on a tight black button-up shirt that accentuated her curves, as well as her newly attained height of 5'11''. It seemed like overnight she had gone from a dainty little girl to a tall, confident goddess. Even John had to admit it was sexy.

Once the door shut, John heard the roar of a car engine, then the crunch of tires on gravel as Wendy and Chris drove off.

Now that John was alone again, John thought back to the way Wendy had looked before she left. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath as the image of her tight black top closely outlining her curves replayed in his mind. Still seething, John slowly opened his eyes and got up to confront the stack of homework Wendy left him to do.

Feeling helpless John had no other option than to finish the homework which took him most of the night to finish and it was 3am when he was done and decided to relieve himself, he didnt realize the sound of a car pull up the drive way.

She instructed him to come out from his hiding spot in the corner.

John shuffled out of his corner and stepped into the light, embarrassed. Wendy towers above him feeling powerful and in control. She laughed at the sight of the flustered John.

'John, what were you thinking? Masturbating while thinking of me and my boyfriend?' she said, arching her brow.

Chris stepped forward, towering over them both, and spoke for the first time.

'Yeah, John, you should be ashamed of yourself,' he said, folding his arms.

John's face burned red. He felt powerless. He tried to speak, to defend himself, but nothing came out.

Wendy took a step forward, not intimidated by John's silence. She spoke with authority.

'You know, John, it's not like I haven't been working hard on myself too. I'm now five-eleven, no small feat.' She continued, unabated by John's discomfort.

'I've also got a lot more details worked out for my body than when you first met me. I mean, I've been on a mission to make myself sexier for Chris. It's admirable, don't you think? Even if you can't keep up with all this, you should at least be proud of me.'

John felt an irrational rage bubbling up inside him, but it only showed in the trembling of his fingers.

'And you know, John, it's kind of a waste that all these things I did to make myself attractive for Chris don't do anything for you.' Wendy taunted him.