Ralph sat slumped behind the wheel, his eyes half-lidded. His cock was covered with arm and some of it had puddled in a fold of his jeans.

Camilla stared at him impatiently. "You're a mess. I hope you're satisfied."

"Yeah," Ralph sighed. "I am."

"Well, I'm going in. Aren't you even going to walk me to the door?"

"You gotta be kidding!"

Cammy set her mouth and swiped at the droplets of cum on her dress. Ralph watched as she held the hem of her dress up.

"You got the best legs in the whole damn high school, you know that?"

"They're too skinny. You're just saying that to make me forget I'm mad."

"I'm not either, Camilla. When I daydream of you, I always think of your long, white legs kicked up in the air. I can cum just thinking of them."

"I'm going in. Thanks for the movie." She tossed his damp handkerchief into his lap.

"I'll call you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow I'll be studying my algebra. If I don't start doing better, I'm not going to make a B in that class and my dad will freak. He says I can't get into Yale without better grades than I've been pulling down."

"You don't have to go to Yale."

"Tell my dad that. He says it's the best school in the country." Cammy opened the car door and swung her legs out.

"Thanks, Cammy. For helping me out."

Camilla had started up the walk, but turned and put her hands on her hips. "Maybe you can help me out. Know anyone who's a real fireball with math?"

"Why don't you ask some of those geniuses that take the class with you?"

Cammy laughed. "Every last one of them is a competitive asshole. They'd just love to see me blow it and miss my ticket to Yale."

Ralph zipped his jeans and stuffed his shirt into them. "My uncle over at Brambridge teaches math, but I don't think he's into tutoring."