Chapter 4

All Mike could think about on his drive home from the party was watching Jessica get fucked, and her enormous teen tits being sucked and fondled. He envied Jordan, and the experience had made him completely breast-obsessed. In a school of 1200, he could think of about 20 or so girls with double-d chests or larger, and he was determined to suck and fuck each one, including Jessica.

He pulled into Brad's driveway and noticed that the light in Brad's thirteen year old sister's room was on. Quietly, he walked into the house and up the stairs toward "his" room. Passing Tiffany's room, Mike heard talking and giggling. He guessed that Tiff was having some friends sleep over. Closing the door to his room, he turned on Brad's computer and started Excel. Racking his brain, he listed twenty-two huge-chested girls in school in one column. He labeled a second column "sucked" and a third column "fucked". For Katie, he put a check mark in the "sucked" column and grinned to himself. He was really looking forward to checking off that particular "fucked" column. Password-protecting the file, Mike turned the computer off and changed for bed.

Two hours later, he found that he was very thirsty, so he walked downstairs into the kitchen. He could see that the television in the living room was on, so he popped his head in. Tiffany's friend Robin was sitting on the couch watching HBO. Robin was a sight to behold. Only thirteen, she was the JV cheerleading captain. Short with medium length, straight strawberry blonde hair, she was also stacked; she happened to have the biggest rack in the junior high, about the size of small volleyballs, she had developed very early. Unfortunately, she was a notorious prude, and a bit of a bitch. The rumors going around were that she hadn't let anyone get past first base, much to the detriment of many blue-balled junior high guys.

"Hey, Brad," said Robin, noticing him standing in the doorway.

"Oh, hey. What's up, Robin? Can't sleep?"

"Nope. Hey, are you going into the kitchen?"

"Yeah. Can I get you something?"

"Sure. I'd love some caffeine-free coke, if you don't mind."

"No problem. What are you watching?"

"Titanic." Mike just had to grin at that one. He headed toward the kitchen, and decided that he'd have a little fun with Robin tonight.

He knew he didn't want her to fall asleep. From Brad's memories, Mike knew that Brad drank Jolt Cola when he studied, and Mike found a bottle at the back of the fridge. He filled a large glass about two-thirds of the way with Jolt. Opening the liquor cabinet, he procured a bottle of grain alcohol, which had almost no taste, yet was very potent, and filled the remaining third of the glass. Reaching into the spice rack, Mike found some MSG and added a little to the mixture, so she would remain thirsty. He took out a spoon and stirred the potion. Then he poured himself a glass of sprite so there would be no confusion. Taking the two glasses carefully, he walked back into the living room.

"Here ya go," he said to Robin.

"Thanks," she said.

"Mind if I watch? I'm having trouble sleeping too."

"It's your house," she said. He sat down, and she moved all the way over to the other side of the couch, and took a big gulp of the soda. Mike watched out of the corner of his eye for any signs of suspicion, but there were none. She didn't detect the difference. Five minutes later, she had finished the whole thing. A little burp escaped her mouth, and she blushed.

"Excuse you," said Mike, smiling. She looked a little flushed as she towards him.

"I feel a little weird. I think I'm dehydrated. Would you mind getting me another drink, Brad?"

"No, that's fine." He got up and poured her another one of his concoctions. When he got back into the living room, he noticed that her face was even more flushed. He put her drink on the coffee table in from of her and sat back down. She took a gulp of the soda, and let out a huge belch.

"Are you alright Robin? Maybe you should go to bed."

"No, I'm fine, and I'm not tired at all."

"Maybe you're stressed. Is everything okay in school?"

"I guess," she said with a slight slur in her speech. It was clearly taking effect. "I do have some big tests coming up." Now he would see how much her inhibitions were lowered.

"Would you like a massage?" asked Mike. Robin hiccupped.

"Okay, yeah, uh, sure," slurred Robin. He was in! She took another sip of her drink.

"Turn your back toward me," said Mike. She complied, and he began to rub her shoulders.

"Oh, that feels nice," she said. Mike was an expert at massages, and he moved down to her back, brushing the sides of her breasts with his fingers. He couldn't believe how firm they were. He massaged up and down her back, and the drink continued to kick in.

"I could do a better job if you could lie out on your stomach, Robin."

"I think the couch is too small. Oooh, that feels so good."