Rot kept a measured pace as he walked through the hallways toward the cafeteria. He didn't think he'd heard the last of the jocks and he also didn't want to seem **** to Briana when he arrived.
She was waiting, her foot tapping, a tray with her own lunch and two cartons of chocolate milk in her hands.
"Want me to carry that?" he asked.
"So, you decided to show up."
For a second, he was annoyed. He'd won the bet, he'd showed up when he could have stayed with Joey and probably talked her into a buttfuck, and Briana still gave him nothing but grief. He fought down that instinctual reaction. Briana wasn't a mature woman playing with his feelings, she was eighteen, still groping for her place in the world, still uncertain of the sex appeal that rolled off her like the Pacific fog. "Yep," he said. "Here I am."
"I was starting to think that you stood me up."
"Nope. Shall we sit in your usual spot?" He wouldn't have minded some alone time with Brianna but he was angling for the threesome with Briana and her twin Coleen so either option was a win.
"I was thinking maybe just the two of us could... oh, never mind. Yeah, let's sit with the others."
Rot took her tray and led her over to the table where she, Colleen, and several other jock girls normally sat.
The round plastic tables had curved attached benches just big enough for three people... if they didn't mind a bit of contact. Rot didn't mind contact at all so he plunked the tray down, sat next to Colleen, and gestured for Briana to sit on his right.
Colleen gave him a look that was hard to read but she didn't get up. Well, she'd promised to help him out when she'd lost the fight and he was ready for her help now.
Briana made what she probably thought was a subtle shooing motion at her sister but Rot put his hand on Colleen's thigh. "It's okay, Briana. Colleen is cool."
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