When he got to school that morning Karyn was waiting for him, sitting on the stone wall that they often met at, eyes closed, enjoying the sun on her face. She was leaning on her hands, which were behind her. The whole thing had an effect that made her look very beautiful. Jon was amazed at how her long blond hair blew sexily in the wind, and her breasts were thrust out. There was not a hint of self-consciousness in the pose.
As he approached her he wondered if whatever he had done to her during her dream was having an effect on her. Normally she would have skulked in the shadow of the wall, afraid of drawing too much attention to herself. Sarah McMillan, the head cheerleader at the school, took great pleasure in putting Karyn down at every opportunity, and the years of the bullying had taken it's toll on Jon's friend.
Today, however, she was unashamed. She didn't seem to have any fear of attention at all. In fact, as she opened her eyes and noticed a couple boys checking her out, Jon swore he saw her smile and wink.
"Hi Jon!" She hopped down from the wall, causing her breasts to bounce wonderfully. How had he never noticed how beautiful she was until that moment, he wondered, was he that thick?
"Uh, hey," he said back, clumsily. In the presence of this suddenly sexy and confidant girl he was reverting to the awkward way he related to most girls. He'd never had that problem with Karyn before; she'd always been 'one of the guys' to him, but not anymore.
She looked at him quizzically. She put her hands on her hips and leaned in to him, "You feeling alright, buddy?"
Jon then noticed the amount of cleavage he could see from her magically enhanced boobs. Where had she gotten that shirt?! Jon was sure that she would never have worn it before.
"Uh.." he gurgled.
She reached out and touched his forehead. "No fever. Hmm..." then she saw where his eyes were at. In between laughter, she continued, "Oh, I see. It's these," she grabbed her boobs, "babies you want, eh? Well, maybe we can make an arrangement for after school, eh?"
Jon gurgled again.
"Listen stud, where's that stone? I was thinking about a few things I'd like to use it for."
"Uh... I left it at home," he managed to get out.
She whacked him in the back of the head. "Well that wasn't too smart, now was it? How am I supposed to use it if you don't bring it?"
"Um, Karyn, it's just that it's dangerous. And besides, it's mine."
She smirked, then began to trace circles on his chest with her painted nails (when did she start painting her nails?!). "Sure it is, stud, but you trust little old me, don't you?"
"Sure, Karyn," he was powerless.
"Well then, how about at lunch you run home and get it for me? Would you?"
Jon dumbly nodded. A look of glee crossed Karyn's face. Somewhere in the back of Jon's mind a small piece of him worried that giving Karyn the stone might not be a good idea, but that piece was buried under the drooling teenager on the surface, helpless to speak up.
