Having finished my shower and my wank I dressed again in a Japanese style kimono-wrap under which I put on stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties....I thought just a robe was too simple and wanted Claire to see me at my sexiest. By the time I had dressed it was only a few minutes to six and, quickly tidying my room, I sat on the bed and waited for Claire. I still wasn't totally sure she would turn up. After all we had only spoken for a few minutes. A few minutes in which we had been. “So you know how in uni we got really drunk and fucked with the strap-on?” she asks, “yeah, I remember” god do I ever, even when she had no tits, she was an amazing fuck, “Well I was drinking recently and thinking about those nights, and came up with something: what if we could do that without needing a strap-on?” I look at her quizzically “What, like making us into futas?”“Exactly like making us into futas” she then pulls out a small vial of blue liquid, “this is what I worked on for the past. Coach Gears and I had to look it up to find out.” Coach answered.“That’s a big goal to shoot for,” I replied, unsure if I could attain that low of a score.Friday was my last day of school. At lunch, the girls were acting funny. Finals week for them is next week. We were sitting at our usual table, but none of the girls were eating, I asked them what was wrong. “Nothing,” they replied, they just weren’t hungry. I knew that was a lie, they always ate their food and then stole my fries or whatever. The next afternoon I called Jennifer. ‘Did he say anything about me, about what happened?’ ‘First, he would never say anything about what happened between you. He would consider that your business. He doesn’t tell tales. ‘Second, even if he somehow slipped, I would never repeat it. I respect him too much to do that. He did make a general comment about you and that I can repeat. He said you were complicated.’ ‘Complicated?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I have no idea how to take that.’ It was better than other.