As the door shut behind him, Bobby checked nemvo. He had been sent an additional $50 for hugging Dubois. “Took you long enough, virgin,” Megan said, breaking him out of his daydreaming.
Bobby started and pocketed his phone. Megan was leaning against the lockers across from Dubois’ classroom. “What are you, stalking me now?” he asked.
She sneered, pushing off the lockers. “You wish I was,” Megan said and joined him. They strode for the front of the school. “Did you forget that you invited me to the mall, dummy?”
He had forgotten. “No, you told me to go fuck myself or something,” Bobby said as they climbed a short staircase, where some students were milling around. They turned a corner, and Bobby pushed open one of the heavy glass doors, holding it for her.
Megan laughed from behind him. “You wouldn’t know how to fuck yourself,” she said merrily and caught up to him, brushing his shoulder. “Slow down, dummy.”
Bobby glared at her and patted the top of her head. “Every time you insult me, I’m going to pat your head or pull your hair, ho,” he said.
She grabbed his hand after several pats and bit the meat of his thumb, pressing her tongue into him along with her teeth. It was a little wet and incredibly painful. “Ahh, fuck,” Bobby hissed, “let go, please, ahh.” One of her teeth was sharp and it dug in, pressing into the bone. He stepped close, pleading, right hand grasping the side of her stomach.
Megan obliged and gave him a lopsided grin. “I told you to stop fucking touching me, virgin,” she said, saliva moistening her bottom lip.
Shaking out his left hand, he stopped and brought it to his face. There was no blood, but there were plenty of tooth marks. “Fuck off, I’d rather go to the mall by myself,” he said. “Go find a dick to suck.” He sped up, leaving her behind. A couple head pats didn’t warrant that bite, no matter what she had warned. It wasn’t like he had groped her.
“Don’t be like that,” she said, all poutiness, and Bobby heard her rapid footsteps. Megan strung her left arm through his right. “I’ll make it up to you.”
He wondered if he should ask for a blowjob and decided against it. “Promise not to bite me again?” Bobby asked. “For the next half hour at least?” His tentative plan was to get the rest of his pats and hair pulling in, in that window of time. Megan would make him relatively rich with just that.
She rummaged in a pocket and pulled out a joint. “No, I thought I’d split the weed with you,” Megan said. “Puff, puff, pass. Or are you a ganga virgin too?”
He ignored her, peering at the indentations along his thumb. “You need fucking braces,” Bobby said and shoved his evidence in her face. “I’d confuse you for a shark if we were in the water.”
Megan laughed and kissed the spot with a loud smack as they crossed the street. He yanked his hand away, thinking she was going in for another chomp. “You’re such a virgin,” she groaned. “I can smell it on you.”
The girl was a demon, constantly harassing him with the virgin stuff. Calling him dummy and idiot. Usually, it was once or twice a day, but he couldn’t deal with a constant stream of it. “I changed my mind,” he said, extricating himself from her grasp. “Go crawl under a bus, bitch, I’m sick of you.”
She looked hurt by what he said, narrowing her eyes. “Fine,” she said, sighing. “I’ll let you feel my titty and pat my head if you want.”
He itched his neck and glanced around. There were cars lining the street, stopped at the red light where Bobby and Megan had crossed. How much money would he earn for a boob grab? he fantasized. Had to be at least a thousand bucks, so without a second thought, Bobby raised his good hand and squeezed her left breast. It was firm but yielded to his touch.
Megan bulged her eyes at him, grabbing his arm and peeling him off. “Not here, dummy,” she wined, pursing her lips.
His phone vibrated, and he gulped. The way she had said dummy didn’t annoy him, he wanted to hear more of that tone actually. It was nice, sweet, much different than he was used to. “Ah,” he chuckled nervously. “Oops.” Luckily his jeans were thick, or a world of embarrassment would crash down on him.
They reached the mall without any more incidents, but she did call him virgin at least six other times. He let it slide with little more than a grumble considering the windfall of cash awaiting him on nemvo. When they were twenty feet from the main entrance, Megan veered left, toward the two-story parking lot.
“Come on, let’s smoke first,” she said and yanked him by the arm.
As they climbed the narrow stairs, Megan in the lead, Bobby checked his phone and whistled when he saw the new figure. $2,250. He had been right; the tit grab was around one thousand. His head spun at the day he was having. Elation and greed warred with horniness in equal measure.
“Are you staring at my ass, virgin?” she asked, misunderstanding his whistle. “What’s gotten into you?”
Lifting his gaze, he caught her squeezing her tight butt in one hand as she rocked her hips side to side with each step. “I was looking at my phone,” he said and grabbed a meaty cheek. Her pants fit snuggly. What he wouldn’t give to push his dick between them, and the way things were going with her, it wasn’t out of the question. Unless she was just playing with him. His phone buzzed; $1,250 added to nemvo, and he wondered if it was the same as grabbing her boob.
“You’re pushing your luck, I never said you could grab my booty,” she said, slapping at his hand and paused in her climbing.
He stopped as she turned her head, giving him a dose of side eye. “I told you, if you’re going to insult me, I’m going to pat you,” Bobby said, grinning.
“Seriously, Bobby,” she said and continued up the stairs. “What’s gotten into you?”
Pocketing his phone, Bobby replied, “You’re such a bitch to me, I decided to fight back, but you seem to like it, so I don’t what to do now.”
Megan huffed. “No, I’m not,” she said and spun when she reached flat ground. “You’re the one always narrowing his eyes, glaring at everyone like they robbed your toilet paper.”
That was news to him, but as he thought about it, it made some sense. His mom couldn’t afford glasses for Bobby, and his vision was shit so he was always squinting. He could see close up, but anything more than a few yards became a struggle. “That’s because I’m pretty fucking blind, can’t see shit that isn’t right in front of me,” he said, raising his arms as if the world had suddenly gone pitch black and grabbed both of her tits. “Where am I?” He darted his head left and right. More buzzing.
“Really?” she asked, not caring about his fondling outwardly. He did notice her nipples quicken, felt it at the base of an index finger, nearly as stiff as his prick.
Letting go, reluctantly, he said, “Uh huh. Light that joint already, I’m hungry as a little Asian monkey.”
“You are starving for it, aren’t you?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow, and he squeezed her boob again. Harder than before, testing how it should be done. Rubbed her raised nipple with a thumb. Megan inhaled sharply. “Stop.” It was more wine than order, almost pleading and his dick twitched. Another notification.
He stopped and patted her head. “The joint?” Bobby questioned. “Can’t you hear my stomach growling?” Holy shit, he thought, buying time as his heart thundered. She did like him. The girl was fucking crazy, and he goddamn loved it; she was so free with her body, and those rumors had to be true.
“Fine, idiot virgin,” she pouted. “Have you ever smoked before?” Megan headed for a small building overlooking the street leading to the mall.
Bobby followed. “Yeah, I smoke a lot,” he said, trailing her and thought about the sack he kept under his dresser drawer. It was shitty weed, dirt mostly.
Megan snickered. “I bet you do,” she said and threaded her way between the small building and the safety barrier. There was a gap between the back of the structure and the edge of the parking lot. She sat, dangling her feet over and leaned against the brick wall. “What do you think, dummy?”
I can’t grab your ass from here for money, he thought, gazing at the crease in between her ample breasts. “Great view,” Bobby said, his stiff member poking at his mind. He sat beside her.
“Where are we eating?” she asked, placing the joint between her lips. It bobbed and jumped as she spoke.
Kicking his feet as they dangled, Bobby said, “I was thinking Chow’s.”
Laughing, she stuffed a hand in her pocket, freeing a yellow lighter. She shook it. “You just finished not telling me that you can’t afford a pair of glasses,” Megan said, cupping a hand over the joint in her mouth, shielding the flame from the slight breeze. An ember blossomed, and she inhaled the smoke. “Johny took me there a month ago and it cost him like five hundred dollars. There’s a dress code too.”
He had only eaten sushi twice in his life and loved it, and one of those times had been a twenty-dollar tray from a grocery store. If there was a single food item worthy of his newly acquired money, it was sushi. “A button down? Dress pants?” Bobby asked.
Passing him the weed, she said, “With a belt and nice shoes, tucked in shirt.”
“What will all that cost me?” he asked, taking a long hit of the same, shitty weed he had always bought. “I thought you were a rich girl, why are you smoking this?” Bobby grimaced, handing the smoldering joint back.
“That outfit would run you about three hundred, on the cheap end, dummy,” she said, plucking the joint from his fingers. A strand of hair whipped across her face and stuck in her lips. She made a dry, spitting sound before using a hand to tuck it behind an ear. “And I’m not rich, anymore. Just leave it at that, alright?”
Bobby shrugged, she surely acted rich still. He grabbed her boob, squeezing and kneading. Letting go, his phone buzzed. “I can afford that,” he said, and checked nemvo. $7,450. Clicking on balance, he transferred three thousand to his bank account. He had it for a year now, as part of an economics class he had taken. Part of the curriculum was to sign up for a savings and checking account; it came with a debit card that saw minimal use.
“Pfft,” she spluttered. Coughed. Her cheeks going crimson as smoke flew from her lungs. “Where the fuck did you get three hundred dollars?” Megan slapped his hand lightly, where it rested on his thigh. “And you better not touch me in public, where people can see us.”
He snickered, took the joint and several quick drags. “I can be sneaky,” Bobby muttered, voice deep with smoke, and touched her boob once more. That’s five, he thought, same as the max for hair touching. “Don’t worry about where I got the money.”
Megan rolled her eyes, half a smile creasing her cheeks. “You’re such a virgin.”
Taking a last few drags, he passed the joint back. “Finish it and let’s go,” Bobby said, patting her head with a grin.
“How am I going get in, idiot?” she asked and pulled down the hem of her t-shirt, exposing her sports bra and a glitter of sweat at the top of her cleavage. “I can’t show up like this, with pants and sneakers.”
“You can wait for me outside while I eat,” he joked as she sucked on the final bit of roach.
“That’s why you’re a fucking virgin,” Megan said, mushing his face with her free hand.
He dodged after she began mussing his hair. “I’m kidding,” Bobby said and stood, holding out a hand to help her up. “I’ll buy you a dress and some heels.”
Megan froze, staring at him. “Are you serious?” she asked, brow furrowed. “You’ll buy me a dress? If you’re looking to get your dick sucked, that’s an amazing start, virgin.”
She took his hand, and he inhaled sharply from her words. The weed did nothing for his racing heart. Thankfully it wasn’t the good shit from a legal place. “Yeah, I’m serious,” Bobby said, pulling her up. “Just don’t get anything super expensive, ok? I finally got some money, and I wanted to celebrate with sushi. It’s my favorite and…”
Megan crushed him in a hug, pinning his arms to his sides and planted a kiss on his chin. “Lingerie too?” she asked, excitedly. “I’ll look like a fucking moron wearing a sports bra underneath a dress. Unless you want me to go without?” She ground her boobs and body into him, up and down. Writhing.
“Stop, let me go,” he said, chuckling. “You’ll send us over the railing at this rate.”
She continued. “I can feel your hard dick poking into me, virgin,” Megan giggled into his neck. “Do you want me to take care of you?” Slipping an arm free, she rubbed his crotch.
Bobby sucked in a breath. “Er, right here?” he gasped, looking into her dark, mischievous eyes. Black mascara lined her lids.
One arm wrapped around his waist; she fondled his manhood. “Yeah, it’ll be less than thirty seconds, virgin,” she whispered loudly and unbuttoned his jeans, yanked the zipper down. “I’ll just jack you off.”
“Ah, fuck, Megan,” he groaned, feeling his briefs get tugged. His length came free a moment later, hard as a piston.
She grabbed his member. Hand soft and clammy, and Bobby tensed as pleasure blossomed in his rod. “Relax, virgin,” Megan said, running her finger up his shaft. “You’re so hard and hot in my hand Bobby. Do you like it when I jack you off?” She pumped him with a delicate touch, gently massaging his cock.
“It’s so good,” he hissed through clenched teeth. His ears were ringing.
Picking up the pace slightly, she giggled. Warm palm caressing, rotating with her fingers. She pumped rhythmically and then Megan went fast. “Does it feel good, dummy?” she cooed, and Bobby exploded. She continued, freeing rope after rope from his pent-up nut sack, never relenting until there was nothing left but a clinging glob at his tip.
“That was fucking good,” he said, embarrassed and ashamed at the fool he had made of himself. What was it? Ten seconds? Bobby blushed furiously and looked away.
She must have noticed because she grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. “Calm down, idiot,” Megan said, smiling. “You have a nice cock.” Gathering the last drop with her index finger, she sucked on it, tasting his seed.
“Jesus, Megan, if you do that, I’ll never go soft,” he said.
She removed the finger from her mouth with a popping squelch. “You better not be lying about getting me a dress and taking me out,” Megan said wryly. “Put your dick away, virgin.”