“An Egg McMuffin.”“Christ, that shit will kill you, Clyde, even if the Army doesn’t! No more of that shit! Stop at the store on the way home and buy some apples. That’s your breakfast tomorrow morning.”He just groaned at this. I clapped him on the shoulder. “You do this, Clyde, basic’s going to be a piece of cake. Or don’t and go figure out something else to do next year. It’s your decision. Make the right one.”Clyde took off. Speed looked over at me from his locker. “That boy’s the Pillsbury Doughboy! You ain’t never going to get him in shape.”I shrugged. “I ain’t the one who’s going to get him into shape. If he does this, he’ll be the one to get himself into shape.”“Man, you are crazy! You got as much a chance of whittling him down as you do of catching a pass!”“Fuck you, Speed! Fuck you!” I laughed.“No! Fuck you, Stonehands!”We argued and tussled a bit until Coach told us to knock it off and get out.The next morning Clyde caught up to me in homeroom. “I did it. I walked to. Playing around because Stacey wanted me to was another thing entirely. I wished Megan would bend me over the table and work me, but my experience was that she was an investigator rather than a doer. I settled for pulling up the hem of my dress so I was completely exposed. Sure enough, she pushed gently at the bell, listening to it ring, and ran a finger up the chain to my clit. I trembled but kept my hands clasped behind me, knowing my poise would please Stacey. ‘You’re so precious,’ Megan told me. ‘Dewdrops and all.’ I’d been leaking down the chain, and a few droplets of my desire had beaded on the bell like a flower collecting dew in the early morning. Not a single drop of it was urine, at least so far. I watched Megan nervously. At our last meeting, she’d attached binder clips to my nipples and played with them, seeing how far she could stretch my breasts and watching my expression as she finally pulled hard enough to pop them off. Obviously I’d do anything for Stacey, but I.
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