A break before next class

Matt thought he saw movement from the patch of Eucalyptus trees and headed that way, taking a quick break between classes.

Sure enough, Lisa was under the trees, puffing away at a joint. She looked cute in a pair of jeans with enough holes to basically show the entire length of her short but well-formed legs and a sports bra that didn't really have much to hold up but certainly drew attention to her toned belly.

"You know," he said, "that's like 1970s behavior. My grandmom tells me about sneaking out of class to have a joint when she was in high school."

"You just here to give me a hard time? Because I have parents who signed up for that job a long time before you did."

"Just making conversation. How are your classes?"

"How does it look like my classes are? I've got pervert teachers who spend their time staring at my tits like they'll suddenly start growing and I've got some dufus telling me I'm living sixty years ago."

"I don't think your tits need to get bigger to be sexy."

She stared at him. "Does that kind of line usually work for you?"

He laughed. "Actually, none of my lines usually work for me but once in a while I get lucky."

She shook her head. "It must be your looks because clearly it's not your clever conversation."

"I can do better. Tell you what, go out with me sometime and I'll let you rate all of my lines."

She looked at him. "Not sure you're that cute. I'll think about it. You know where to find me but I'd better get to class. Can't have Mr. Finkle miss his chance to check out the merchandise, right?"