...r sometimes “was your designer an
artist?” whatever sweet nothings Jenny could imagine at the time.
Over the course of the summer her fantasies had grown more
and more elaborate. At first she altered it so that Silver Shell's torso
armoring would be damaged during the fight, and afterwords Jenny would remove
it to check of internal damage, stripping his upper half down to bare external
casing. Next she altered her fantasy to imagine groping his rear while they
kissed, her hands gently squeezing his cute little bumper to her heart's
content. In her most recent edit she'd had him return the favor, sneaking the
back of her skirt up and placing his hands around her upper thighs, then
stroking his way inward, moving between her legs...
Jenny's eyes snapped wide open as she realized that Brad
was still waiting for her answer. She had slowed down her memory playback to
the point where she was moving through her fantasy sequence in real time, and had spent the
last 45 seconds or so in a daydream. “Reading.” she blurted out, scrambling for
something to say, “I spent most of my time reading... literature. And history.”
Brad gave her a confused and slightly annoyed look, then pushed open the
school's front door. “Whatever,” he said dismissively, “I'll see you in third
period math!” before running off down a hallway, heading for homeroom. Jenny
glanced up at a wall clock and saw she...