He got into class and sat down next to Robin, who conveniently had her water bottle next to her chair. Jim leaned over and silently unscrewed the lid on her water bottle, dropped the pill in, and closed it again. Not a moment to soon because she took a drink right after he did. Then, she leaned over and whispered, "Hi, Jim."
"Hi, Robin. Are you okay?"
"I didn't sleep with anybody last night, if that's what you mean."
Jim was stunned, worried that the magic pill might have worn of, ruining his plan. "How'd you go the whole night without sex?"
"I wore out a small fortune worth of batteries for my vibrator."
Jim felt his dick harden, and of course, his pants trapped it at a painful (and bent) angle. Being in class, he couldn't do anything about it, and he couldn't ask to go to the bathroom because it would stick straight out. He groaned and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Jim shifted again. "Uhhh...nothing."
"You got a boner, don't you?" She had a sexy smirk when she said it.
"Yeah. I can't fix it."
She reached across the aisle and grabbed the crotch of his jeans. She tugged it hard, and his penis was free to stand.
"Thanks," he said, embarrassed that she might have felt how small his piece was.
"Thank YOU," she smirked.
"Oh, this is gonna be too fun..." Jim thought.
The bell rang, and everybody left the classroom. When Jim and Robin got into the hallway, he noticed for the first time what she had on. In compliance with the thing about wearing less and less every day, she was wearing a pair of tiny black hip-huggers. Or maybe they should have been called booty shorts, because they were so small that a generous portion of her bubble-butt was not covered. She also wore a matching top, a tiny black midriff that was stretched so far by her HHH-cups that a nice amount of her breasts was bulging out from the bottom, which came to somewhere a few inches below her areolas. Jim wanted to leap onto her and slam it to her until they exploded. People were walking by and pointing and laughing. Some guys drooled, and one guy actually grabbed a big handful of her tit as he walked by. She grabbed his arm and hit him in the face. He called her a cheap whore and went away. When she turned away from him, she saw a guy from the basketball team leaning against his locker. He had pulled his considerably large dick out in the middle of the hallway and was jacking off, a supreme look of ecstasy smeared across his face.
"You sick bastard!" she screamed, and kicked him in the nuts, causing him to fall onto the floor in pain.
Jim said to her, "Maybe we should get to lunch," and they walked off together.
At lunch...
Thu Oct 21 15:18:26 1999