I got to school ten minutes before the bell and when I reached my locker there was no one else in sight.
Perfect!
I unzipped the side pocket of my rucksack and took out the stone, still in its little box. I found myself breathing heavily as I looked at it... I guess it made me nervous, such a small thing with such amazing power. I stashed it inside my locker and propped a library book in front of it to hide it from anyone who might look in my locker later. Hey, it could happen!
Looking back to my rucksack, I unzipped the other sidepocket and gingerly took out the photos of Lisa. She looked amazing in every one... but then she was always really photogenic. With her clothes on, she looked like a actress. Off, and she looked like a goddess. Her tits were perky, but not small, and she had this cute little paunch, she wasn't fat or anything but she wasn't skinny either. We'd split up a month before spring break, but God, I still missed her.
"Hey Jon-boy, what are you in early for?"
In one motion I crammed the photos into my locker (to the side of the big library book hiding the box) and spun around to face the person who had greeted me. It was only Tom - and he was on my right, so the locker door would have blocked his view of what I'd been holding! Thank you God!
"Hi Tom," I smiled.
Tom looked down at my bag, and immediately spotted one of the magazines nestled in the top part of my rucksack. My heart sank.
"Hey, wotcha got here, man," he said as he reached into my bag. As he did so, I noticed he had soemthign large stuffed down his trousers to look like a ridiculously big penis. I groaned... Tom had pulled out a copy of Heavy Melons, a big-breast mag I'd kept because it featured one of my all-time favourite models, "Pendulous" Peggy-Sue. She has GG-cups, dontcha know.
"What class are ya studying this for??"
"Hey Tom, leave that alone," I asked nicely, if a little desperately, "please?"
"Hey hey hey," he said, to no one in particular, "Jon-boy like a whole lotta woman!!" He enthusiastically showed me a double page picture of Peggy-Sue. I'd seen it all before, but I still blushed.
Yes, Tom was someone I counted as a friend. He was an asshole at times, a total pervert and a heavy stoner. But he was generally an okay guy, and he usually knew when things stopped being funny.
"Hey, chill man, I was just joshing ya," he said apologetically. He could see I was getting a little upset. "So, what are the stroke mags for?"
"My mom is turning my room inside out today," I replied, "so I gotta hide the nasty stuff somewhere she won't find it."
"Ouch, man. My mom doens't even come into my room anymore, not since she found that cat..."
"I don't wanna know, thanks. Can I have the mag back, please? I was kinda hoping to stash it before the rest of the school sees it."
"Actually Jon-boy, I was hoping I could borrow it."
"Sure. Knock yourself out," I said.
"I might just do that," he said, patting the oversized and obviously fake bulge in his pants.
I laughed, and asked him what the padding was for.
He grinned lopsidedly and replied, "I want to impress the ladies with my charm and enormous dick!"
I double over with laughing, and he added, "Maybe I can catch myself a Pendulous Peggy-Sue, eh?"
"Go for it, man," I replied, with a chuckle. "Good luck to ya."
"Thanks Jon-boy. If you need me," he said as he backed off, waving the Heavy Melons mag above his head, "I'll be in the cubicles!"
I laughed again, to myself. Just then, other students started to come in , so I closed all the pockets on my bag and headed to class. I still had most of the porn in my bag, but the most dangerous stuff was safe in my locker.
