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Demetri was still trying to wrap his head around recent events in his life.

First, Frankie Harris showed him her boobs and they did some kind of mutual self pleasure thing from their bedroom windows. That was already a lot to take in. He only fully processed how that had actually happened after the fact. He got caught jerking off, which was all her fault to begin with since she teased him at dinner. Then she wanted to play more "games," which he supposed they did, but if it was a game, he had no idea who won.

Bottom line, though, was that the image of her supple breasts was burned into his memory.

Second thing he was trying to comprehend was how he was leading Penelope Bishop into Miyagi-Do.

While he had offered the dojo and its lessons up to her, he hadn't thought she would actually take him up on it. He didn't make her out to be the type that would do any kind of karate. When she told him that he had sold her on it pretty well, he threw in that she could always go to a meditation class as another way of trying to be helpful; she responded by telling him that if she was going to be around people, she at least wanted them to be people her age.

Now she walked at his side in a pair of sports leggings and a loose fitted, purple tank top; her hair was pulled back in a half up-half down style that he didn't know the name of, but it looked nice. She always looked nice.

However, even though he was with Penelope, he couldn't get Frankie out of his head.

The girls had such similar faces, that when he looked at Penelope, he thought of Frankie and the subtle curve of her breasts. He thought of how those same breasts looked sitting in her plain, gray bra, then tried to use that already existing image to imagine what they would look like in his hands. He also tried to imagine what they would feel like, but he had no frame of reference to really go off of. All he knew, or thought he knew, was that they would be small and soft and nice.

Demetri shook his head lightly, trying to rattle those thoughts out of his head. He blushed furiously, but tried his best to suppress it, because thoughts of Frankie triggered thoughts of Penelope, who was still following him up to the gate of Miyagi-Do Karate.

She was curvier than Frankie, which made him wonder what other differences the girls had. Obviously, Penelope had the bigger boobs-

He cursed at himself harshly under his breath, not looking at Penelope as she gave him a weird, curious look. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, knowing that once he did, all he'd be picturing was her topless, like how Frankie had presented herself to him the other night. His emotions were in conflict with his teenage hormones, because while his heart sped up and sent blood to his cheeks when he thought of Penelope, it also sent blood down south when he thought of Frankie.

As he opened the gate, he decided to shift gears and think of literally anything else. The last thing he needed to do was walk into today's training with a girl and a raging boner. That would just look bad and embarrass him to death.

He realized he had no idea how the day would play out, though. He hadn't told anyone that he was bringing another possible student. He didn't even know if that would be okay, but he figured it would be since there were only three of them to begin with. Mr. LaRusso was always talking about how with time, more people would join them. He hadn't really meant to recruit Penelope - and really he hadn't since this was only a trial run for her - but he thought it wouldn't be so bad when he walked in with her.

And he was right.

Sam's eyes lit up when she saw Penelope, her already present smile widening as she approached the two. Robby was close behind her, but came at a slower pace with his hands in his pockets, like the cool guy that he was. His eyes greeted Demetri, but inspected Penelope as if to size her up and determine if she was also cool.

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