Jon aimed the device in the direction of Steve and then spoke into it. "You know how to give guys a french kiss the best way possible." Then he pulled the trigger and Steve was hit with a dazzling beam of gold light. Hopefully none of the other guys saw it.
"Can you imagine what's going through Steve's head right now?" Jon asked.
"He probably thinks he's losing his mind," Karyn said.
Steve Farber had just gotten back from the school work-out room. He and a couple other jocks went there every morning to use the weights. The school gave them permission, so they weren't doing anything wrong by using school property on their own time.
He had just put on his jeans and was about to put on his shirt, when suddenly he saw a gold light hit him. One moment it was there, the next it was gone. He thought he was seeing things. Perhaps he was. But that's not what caused him to start questioning his sanity.
He looked across the room at Randy Goodman, a close friend of his. Suddenly, he had memories of himself kissing Randy, plunging his tongue deep into his mouth, giving Randy the best french kiss ever. But he knew that never happened. Or had it? Steve was into girls, not guys. But every time he looked at Randy, those "memories" kept popping up.
He knew exactly how to do it right, to make it the most pleasurable for both him and the guy he was doing it with. It was even more pleasurable than how he did it with girls.
He stared at Randy, as a smile crept into his face.
"Steve? What the hell, man? Why are you looking at me like that?" Randy asked.
Steve blinked. He had to control himself. He looked away and put his shirt on.
Biff Meadows walked by a moment later and suddenly Steve had those "memories" again, only this time he was doing it with Biff. It was almost like he was imagining it. Or fantasizing it. Suddenly, he felt ill. Until that morning, he had never fantasized doing anything sexual with a guy. What was wrong with him?
