FF Fic Extra 3: PANTEHS

"Dude, that's fake!"
"Yeah! That couldn't happen - she'd know!"
"I think she forgot, though!"
"How do you forget something like that?!"
Rex, Ben, Kevin, the Eds, Nigel, Hoagie, Wally, and many more boys were sitting in the KND's inground circular lounge, discussing an experience that no guy there could deny having, for it was the mark of true manhood. Yes, every boy present was, at some point in the evening, so caught up in the process of regaling his own tales of excitement that he would forget whom he was talking to and garner a haughty "TMI!!!" from the comrades around him. Ah, but no boy could resist sharing with the room...
... his first panty shot.
"A'ight, so there I am," Wally excitedly began as his friends leaned in tentatively, "Mindin' my own business kickin' Fusion butt, when I look over and there's this newbie trainee shootin' down at a Fusion from on top o' a cliff. I guess her bullets weren't within penetratin' range, 'cuz she was leanin' down real far to make 'em hit it." The terminology made his friends giggle with perverted delight. He continued.
"Thing is, these trainees pick fashion over function, right? So here she's bendin' over wearing her little pleated miniskirt geddup, an' fellahs..." He propped his feet up on the lounge's center section.
"That Sheila's butt was so round, ya coulda' popped it with a pin."
The guys hooted and hollered, giving the smug Aussie high-fives and back pats as he bowed theatrically. Ben stood up. "Hey guys, I've got one better --!"
The door slid open, and in walked a certain boy genius who also happened to be the only adolescent male not already present at the "meeting." The room went silent as he waltzed towards a control panel on the other side of the room. You could've heard a pin drop, save for a few stifled giggles.
Dexter looked at the group, confused.
"Don't mind me, gentlemen; I'm just checking something. Carry on."
The boys turned to each other, turned back to Dexter, and shook their heads, smiling all the way. The redhead raised an eyebrow, instantly suspicious. "What's --"
Ben suddenly took him by the shoulders from behind, pushing him down into the lounge seat.
"Guys, he's right; let's include our friend in the conversation! I'm sure he has something to contribute!" Everyone nodded, suddenly full of acceptance and brotherly love.
"Yeah!"
"C'mon, Dex!"
"Let's hear it!"
Letting Ben push him into the seat, Dexter straightened his coat and raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Fine, but before I share anything... what is the topic of this conversation?"
Everyone smiled.

~~~

The poor genius sat hunched over in the crowd of... dudes... as they jabbed at him endlessly.
"Whaddaya mean you've never seen panties?!"
"You're so deprived!"
"Hardly..." the boy murmured, nervously blushing as his "friends" continued happily recalling events he wouldn't even consider celebrating. He shivered as one individual uttered a rather foul term for the entity underneath the garment being discussed.
Then the room went quiet again.
Curious, Dexter looked up out of the inground lounge to see the last person he wanted to see at that moment.
"Dexter? Mandy needs you at Devil's Bluff." said a rather confused Blossom.
Face red as a tomato, Dexter bolted out of the lounge and toward the control panel.
"Oh! Uhhh, yeah, I just, um... need to finish this protocol...." His comrades snickered.
Oblivious, Blossom flew over to the panel next to her fellow redhead.
"Hmmm..." the boy murmured. "...Cords seem to be disconnected."
Blossom looked around, then up towards their left. "You mean those cords? I can fix that!"
Dexter followed Blossom's eyes, and before he could protest, she flew up to remedy the situation.

What happened next could only be described as perfect.

The boys in the lounge were supervising the situation, and Dexter was positioned facing them, looking up as Blossom reconnected the wires. Blossom was facing the lounge as well, due to the wires' orientation. The wires were also high up, so, naturally, Blossom was high up, too.
Dexter's face deepened to scarlet.
The poor boy's crush was turned so that his comerades couldn't see anything, but at the same time, they knew he could. Looks of awe, hilarity, and perverted delight washed over their faces in that one magical instant. And then... it was over.
"Don't take too long, okay, Dex? Bye!" Blossom flew back to the door, waved, and left.
...
...
Everyone turned to look at Dexter.
...
Ben smiled deviously. "Well?"
Looking scarred, the genius sank slowly into the lounge, monitered by the other boys.
His lip quivered, unspoken words perched precariously on its edge, and he barely whispered:
"_{That........ was..............}"  
He closed his eyes, sighed, and then suddenly --!
"AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
His friends cheered, for they had just gained a new brother.

Dexter propped his feet up on the lounge's center section.

Time to contribute to the conversation.