It was a Friday afternoon in his senior American history class that a devious plan entered Alex's mind. He had been drifting off from the class discussion, doodling some shapes in his notebook when the class hottie Nicole squeaked at something the teacher Mr. Brown said about government and big business collusion, 'Regulatory Capture', that skeezy process of regulators and government overseers rotating from positions with one to the other and back again.
"I just can't believe our government and leaders would do something like that," she said, shaking her head. The volume of her wavy auburn hair swaying back and forth and radiating a vanilla sort of scent even to Alex's seat a couple rows away. He supposed that sitting right next to her or behind, that smell would be intoxicating--especially if her shapely body was in view, too.
Alex was hardly the only one in his high school who swelled at Nikki's stunning bod and striking green eyes. When she sashayed down the hall, just about every straight guy's eyes followed her, following the sway of her hips and the bounce of her chest and rear end. On those exceptionally nice Fridays when she wore her cheerleader uniform, every dude prayed for a stiff breeze to lift that skirt for a peak at her bloomers stretched tightly, cupping each taut cheek. The sway under her sweater hypnotized Alex and his friends when Nikki would prance her tall form in front of the auditorium for pep rallies, and the usual joke was that she brought lots of pep to their student bodies. Har har.
If Alex was honest, he found her so incredibly physically attractive, but her mind...? Well, he found her dullness a little aggravating and her naivete a tad eye-roll worthy. He didn't rank himself among the too-cool emo and goth kids who scoffed at any sort of idealism, but Alex knew his Machiavelli--at least as far as hearing the sort of history found in a school textbook. He may have found the vanilla scent of Nikki's conditioner enticing, but her innocence first made him roll his eyes. Then, he started to think something a little wicked. Maybe that naivete and innocence was something that could be used?
They had gone to kindergarten together, and Nikki had been in Alex's friend group through elementary school and into middle school before they drifted apart a little bit. One thing, Alex reflected glumly, was that Nikki just kept getting taller (wasn't she, like, 6 feet?!) while Alex never seemed to hit a growth spurt. At 5' 6", he was always crimping his neck to talk to his friends--and to Nikki if she ever bothered to talk to him. There was no shortage to the jokes and teases about his height, but his mother told him that his father was shorter than her when they met in high school and then he had had a growth spurt later on. His father confirmed that anecdote and casually blamed his Japanese genetics for the late height gains. All of that didn't help Alex much now; when was his own spurt going to come?
He may not have had height, but he had some wit. It always seemed like he could crack a joke to make some people laugh in class or at the parties he was invited to. He swam on the school team, which gave him some coveted abs and decent muscle tone, so at least he had those things going for him. Casual soccer helped him make friends and keep conditioned.
As he formulated his plan, Alex caught sight of his best friend Stanny across the classroom. Stanny made a goofy face out of sight of Mr. Brown, and Alex bit back a bark of laughter. Stanny had height alongside some great looks, but for whatever reason, Stanny seemed more timid to Alex, never the first one to speak up or to be bold enough to ask a woman to dance or to go out. Alex envied Stanny his height and broad shoulders. Soccer was the sport that helped Stanny sculpt his form and give him a bubble butt Alex knew that the girls at school gossiped about. Nikki always seemed to take the time to still talk to Stanny in the halls and before lectures began. Go figure.
That night as they sat in Stanny's basement playing some rounds of an online first person shooter, Alex laid out his plan.
"Did you see Nikki's sweater today?" Alex asked Stanny. Stanny laughed his goofy laugh and shook his head.
"Yeah, but did you see the jeans she had on today?" Alex definitely had noticed that apple-shaped heavenly sight.
"David said he saw her bra during the bio lab."
"He did not."
"He did! Black and lace! You know what that means?"
"He's lying."
"Black underwear means she wants sex," Alex said, pushing forward. Stanny puffed his cheeks as he juked his character left and right to avoid a sniper spamming shots at him, desperate for a kill.
"Your mom wears black underwear," he teased. Alex frowned. Did his mom? How would Stanny know?
"Your mom doesn't even wear underwear." Just then, the mentioned mother of Stanny called down the stairs.
"What do you boys want on your pizza?" Stanny and Alex exchanged looks.
"Pepperoni and banana peppers," they called up in harmony.
"Well, if she is wearing black underwear today," Stanny supposed, "that means Brad is going to be one happy camper." Brad was the stereotypical lacrosse player. A hair shorter than Stanny but with a strong jaw and strong ego, supplied by the ripped muscle tone he had sculpted from living in the school gym the past four years and playing club lacrosse in addition to the school team. Supposedly that snooty university in Baltimore was recruiting him. "You know they haven't done anything more than making out, right?" Alex was suspicious.
"I doubt that. No way Brad would be cool with that. They have been dating, what, since last May? She definitely has blown him. Brad has sucked on those tits." Stanny shook his head.
"Dude, she told me. She wouldn't lie to me." Alex laughed.
