Karen shuffled in her seat, trying to think about anything that could get her dick to deflate, even just a little bit. But Mister Happy just stayed...happy.
She glanced around the room, and thankfully, no one was paying her much attention. She couldn't believe how stupid she was to make the same mistake twice. AND in less than twenty-four hours. This was the type of luck she had.
At least Jon seemed okay, though seeing him in a skirt was both a welcome surprise and a little disturbing, though not in a bad way. He filled it out almost better than she did, and that should scare, except it didn't. Just the opposite in fact, and sitting here thinking about Jon's ass in that tight skirt, barely covered and the thong poking out....fuck.
Karen took several deep breaths and decided to do her best to ignore it. She felt everyone's eyes on her, but that was probably just her mind playing tricks. In any case, she couldn't lose it in class. She was better than that.
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Jon ignored the glares Biff and his friends sent him. He also tried to ignore the looks everyone else sent him, though he had a harder time figuring them out. Even one of his other friends, Pete seemed to be staring at him like that. When he asked him about it, Pete just blushed and muttered something Jon couldn't quite catch.
"What the hell is going on?" He did his best to ignore it, focusing on the work at hand. Thankfully, the class passed without further incident, though quite a few of the guys in there hurried out before he could.
"Great job putting Biff down." Jon turned to see Ashley Fayne speaking to him. She was about Zoe's height, so around five four or something, and fulfilled the definition of cute. Not to big of a chest, not to small, bright smile, brighter personality, and ultimately well liked by just about everyone. She wasn't friends with him, but they were friendly.
Jon shrugged his shoulders. "It wasn't much. I don't know why he asked me out."
Ashley gave him a look, running her eyes down and up his body to meet his gaze. "Really?"
"Really," Jon said, shrugging again. "Besides, I'm dating Karen, and I didn't think Biff was gay."
"He isn't, not that its going to stop everyone from saying so. Plus, I mean, come on."
"What?"
"You're killing it in that skirt," Ashley said. "I mean, I'm jealous how good you're making that look."
Jon blushed a bright red, and shuffled in his heels. He hadn't thought anyone would say anything. "Thanks."
"No problem," Ashley said. "But you oculd definitely do better with the top."
"I...you're right," Jon admitted. He knew his shirt didn't match, but that was the least of his concerns, the biggest being how to get rid of Karen's big cock (that he totally didn't think about pounding him). "I'm not really big on fashion so..."
"Well, if you ever need some help," Ashley leaned closer to him, her breath playing against his cheek, "I'd be happy to help you."
"Thanks." he squeaked. He grabbed his backpack and hurried out the door as quickly as his heels could carry him.
