The bowling alley was pretty full for midday. The arcade machines were surrounded by groups of young kids all trying for high scores and winning cheap plastic prizes. The music was loud and the floors were sticky.
Biff was greeted at the front desk by a man who looked very much like himself, although slightly older. "Cousin!" the man called out "You finally came bowling!" Biff began what to Jon was an indecipherable handshake, consisting of bumps, twists and what sounded like a swan call.
Biff's cousin (who introduced himself as Nick as well as a decent stare at Jon's breasts) got the two set up in a lane. Jon was glad to get out of his girly shoes and get into something a bit more comfortable, although they were certainly not chic. Not even a bit of pink! The two names came up on the board: Jon and T.
"T.?" Jon asked "Why is that your name?"
"Oh it's what Nick calls me. Only people in school call me Biff. Some lame movie reference." Biff seems to be trying to judge which ball to use.
"You're names not Biff?!" Jon gasped "What is it? Tim? Tabitha?" Biff smiled at that, and Jon giggled.
"It's nothing crazy like that. Hey, how about this? I'll tell you if you beat me in this game."
"You're on!" Jon jumped up and grabbed a ball, careful not to break one of his lovely pink nails. He gave it a spin, and knocked down 8 pins.
"Woo!" Jon spun around excitedly, boobs bouncing. "I'm, like the best at this already hehe!"
"Oh wait till you get a load of this!" Biff bowled his first shot. Strike. Oh it's game time.
The game moved on, with Jon trailing behind Biff. As Jon kept jumping up from his seat to play again, he was unaware that his skirt was now riding up so his lower asscheeks were on display to the public. Biff certainly didn't mind the sight, although he thought it best to stand behind him as he bowled. No point embarrassing his date by pointing it out, but best to minimise the onlookers to the view.
Jon noticed this of course, and more than a few times felt his backside bump into the crotch of his date. More surprisingly, he found it to be a lot of fun. Everytime it happened, Jon caught himself giggling or biting his lip. Bouncing against Biff just felt right. Right?
As the excitement kept rising, Jon found himself touching Biff's chest more and more, surprised by the firmness of his pecs. Biff was wearing some sort of aftershave that made Jon feel faint. Was it aftershave? Or did he just smell like that? Jon had to concentrate, as in this skirt there was no way he could get anymore... excited without everyone knowing about it. What the hell was wrong with him?
As Biff was up bowling, just after giving Jon a playful wink, Jon opened up his purse. This arousal can't do, he needed the help of the stone, consequences be damned. He rifled through the makeup, condoms and pills of unknown origins. Where the hell was it? It must be in here! His heart accelerated. The stone wasn't in here.
