Helen stood at the rail of the second story of the mall, looking down over the food court and watching people go past. It was getting harder and harder for Helen to think of himself as someone who should be teaching high school when he was having so much fun being in high school. "James has so much going for him, and the little snot didn't even realize it," she said to herself as she watched a trio of young girls in tight jeans walk past, stirring a now familiar response from her new piece of equipment.
Helen sighed heavily watching the three pass by. None of them were in Emily's league now that he'd set things up to give Emily the body of that bitch Amber Philips, but they were still more enticing than Helen would have ever imagined. No wonder all young boys thought about was sex... it was even more in the air than it had been when he'd been the high school slut.
"That was a deep sigh," a surprising voice called from behind. "What's got our rising basketball star so bummed?"
"Rising basketball star?" Helen asked as he turned to face Becky Long. Helen tried hard to keep her eyes on Becky's sparkling blue eyes, but it was hard to do so when her lips were so full and inviting and when her scoop neck top strained so hard to contain her youthful DDs adorned with a tattoo that read 'Heart Breaker.'
"Well, I was cutting class earlier today, hanging out in the bleachers and I saw your little throw down with Todd. You're going to do great at North Shore this weekend."
"Oh, that," Helen said, having already forgotten about the thrill on the basketball court earlier today. "Yeah I guess," he said at last.
"Oh, that.... well," Becky said stepping in closer and putting her mouth watering cleavage inches from Helen's muscular chest. Given the difference in their heights, it was all but impossible for Helen to not look down her shirt and realize that she wasn't wearing a bra under the tight top. "I can see that your attention is on other things... why don't you and I head out to the back seat of my car and see if I can't inspire you... unless you plan on spending the evening with that other girl... Emma or whatever her name is."
"Emily," Helen said, now committing the sin she'd accused so many young men of and speaking more to Becky's boobs than to the girl herself. "Her name is Emily, but she's out of town this weekend on some modelling gig."
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