James teetered after the girls, trying to keep up with their stride. He had to take shorter steps because of the constricting dress, making him walk faster. It caused his breasts to jiggle furiously, and his hips swayed side to side in an exaggerated manner.
"See that boy in Barn's and Nobles?" Sheila whispered into James's ear. "His name is Tom. Your task is simply to get his number."
Tom was tall, dark and handsome. He was dressed in a black v-neck that showed off his muscled arms, and dark jeans that were tight enough to show his sculpted behind. He was probably in his early twenties and went to the local college.
"That's it?" James said. The way he was dressed, it would be hard NOT to get a guys number. Sure, HE had never hit on a boy before, but he'd picked up his share of women. Getting a number wasn't that hard. And it would be a piece of cake the way he was dressed.
"Yep, just walk in and get his number, and bring it to us." Amy said, but her tone made it sound like it was going to be a challenge.
"Um, sure. I'll be right back." James said, and he strutted into the bookstore. As he walked, he put his weight on his toes, and tried to imagine an invisible line on the ground. With each step he placed the foot slightly on the inside of the line, on the opposite side. The effect made his strut drip sex appeal, swaying is hips back and forth hypnotically while causing his breasts to bounce with each step, threatening to jump from the confining dress.
He walked right up to Tom and tapped him on his shoulder. The tall boy turned around, and gazed straight into James' eyes. Tom had deep green eyes with flecks of gold peppering the edges, rimmed by dark long eyelashes. They widened slightly as he saw the stunning girl standing before him.
"Hello- eep!" James started, when suddenly he felt a powerful sensation in his thong. A powerful buzzing sensation. The tight thong was pressed forcefully against his sex, and it somehow was vibrating. The effect made James's knees go weak, and he had to grab onto Tom's muscled forearm to keep from completely falling over in his tall heels. The panties padding that he had dismissed contained some kind of vibrator that was remotely activated. He had heard jokes about them before, but didn't realize it was a real thing.
The girls must have the remote. He glanced over to the bench where they were sitting, and saw Sheila and Amy bent over in hysterics. Karen had that dangers smile painted on her face, and she waved. In her hand was a small metal remote. The vibrating suddenly doubled, and James had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning aloud. Karen's smile widened.
"Um, are you okay?" Tom looked at the strange girl with concern.
"Oh, um. Yes. Oooh OH yes! Um Hi. I'm ja- I mean. Ooh, I'm B-b-becky." James was flustered and blushing uncontrollably. He smashed his thighs together in attempt to control the strong buzzing in his underwear. It just jumped in intensity, and he grabbed onto Tom again.
"I'm sorry, I'm just flustered. I w-was wondering if oh geeze wow! Um. I was w-wondering if I c-could get your number." James had to force it out. His knees were starting to shake, and could give out any moment. He felt a wetness between his legs he was unaccustomed to. He was still pretty tipsy from what he had been drinking, but his face flushed further, but he wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or sexual excitement. He thought he could faintly smell his sex starting to release its reproductive pheromones.
James was having trouble standing now. He bit his lip to keep from moaning all right. He gazed into Tom's eyes lustily as he forced his knees together. He wasn't sure, but he might have a dribble of liquid dripping down his leg. Tom's eyes were focused on hers intensely.
"And why should I give you my number?" Tom taunted.
"Oh! Um I guess.. oh geeze.. b-because.. you're so- So w-well.. cute?" James whimpered.
"Sure Becky." Tom said, as he looked her up and down. This odd girl clinging to him was quite a sight. She was almost trembling with excitement, and her posture screamed of sexuality. She was obviously dressed to kill, and by the look in her eye, she needed a man, BAD. He wouldn't mind stepping up to the plate and fulfilling that position, or filling her in any position. He laughed at his own humor, and pulled out a pen, and wrote down his number on a scrap piece of paper. "Give me a call sometime soon cutie." He said with a wink.
"Oh thank g-god. Um, I mean. Th-thanks!" James stuttered, biting his lip and while snatching the number. He quickly tried to walk away, but his heels kept him from an all out run. His knees were shaking violently, and he felt rivets of sweat running down his back. He was burning with desire, his vagina stimulated beyond his control.
