One thing I dislike about school is when they hand out joint assignments. If you're in a group there's always someone who shirks, leaving the work to the rest of the group. That's a real irritant. It's even worse when you're assigned a single partner. It's OK if you can pick your partner because you can pick someone compatible who's willing to work. This time we were assigned partners on a random basis.
I was sort of in luck. I was set to work with Jan and she's quite smart and willing to work. She was a cute kid, eighteen like me, and not a bad figure. I could have done a lot worse. From the look Jan gave me she was probably feeling she could have done better but hard luck, girl, you were stuck.
We divided up the work between us, meeting at school several times to make sure we were both on track, and I think Jan was satisfied that I was doing my fair share. I know I was satisfied with the quality of her work. Eventually we had to meet up for a couple of hours to put the two parts of the project together and organise how we were going too present it. I suggested that Jan come around to my place to finish it off but she flatly refused. We had to do it at her place. That was fine by me and we arranged a time.
Saturday rolled around and I fronted up at Jan's place. She dragged me inside, introduced me to her mother, and announced that we were going to her bedroom to finish our assignment.
"That's fine, dear," said her mother. "Just remember to leave the door open."
"Really, mother, he's gay. What difference does it make?"
"It doesn't matter. He's a boy. Leave the door open."
Jan must have seen the amusement on my face because she glared at me, huffed at her mother, and marched off down the hall to her room. Once we were inside she pointed closed the door about half way.
Jan gave me a look daring me to say something and suggested we get on with the assignment.
"Fine by me," I told her. "From what I see we should finish up with a nice piece of work. You and your mother are both wrong by the way."
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at me suspiciously.
"Well, you're wrong in thinking I'm gay. That was a surprising bit of news to me. What on earth made you think I was?"
"What? But everyone knows it."
I was shaking my head. "No, everyone does not know it. One of the people who doesn't know it is me and I think I'd know better than anyone. I have no idea how anyone would get that idea."
"But Wendy swears that you're gay. She always knows if men are gay."
"Wendy!" I said derisively. "Wendy's idea of a gay man is someone who won't fuck her. By that definition I'm one."
"When would you get a chance to sleep with Wendy?" scoffed Jan. "Do you seriously expect me to believe you'd pass on a chance to sleep with her? Have you seen her breasts?"
"Both had the chance and passed on it," I said blithely. "Yes, I've seen her breasts. Au natural for that matter. She could give a cow's udder a run for its money. I guess I just wasn't in the mood for a, ah, bovine experiment."
"You turned her down because, ah. . ." Jan gestured with her hands indicating considerable more in the breast area than she personally possessed, not that her breasts weren't very nice ones.
"Not just because of that," I admitted. "Let's say I prefer someone with a bit more on top," tapping my head to indicate brains rather than breasts, "and I guess I'm a bit of an explorer."
"An explorer?" she asked, puzzled.
"I have no desire to follow in the footprints of a hundred other men," I said somewhat callously, and Jan thumped me on the arm.
"She's not that bad," she mumbled.
