Maybe It's You

Brett “Battle” Rush was as naked as a jaybird under the old gum tree and for the life of her Karma Leigh could not look anywhere else but at him. A real live cock. Wow! It was huge and sticking straight up and it looked so much bigger than the ones in Lea Anderson’s contraband sex magazines that they giggled at and drooled over in Geography class. Who cared what rivers ran where, when they could look and wonder about naked men. The magazine versions were nothing like Brett. Karma wondered what it would feel like to run her hand up and down the length of his cock.
He was the first naked man she had ever seen. Karma was fifteen. Brett was the same age. Maybe some would not consider him a man yet but to Karma he was all that and more. Brett was the hero of her teenage dreams. But he barely knew she existed. Oh, he was nice and polite to her but she wanted more. If only Brett would see her as a woman and not one of his high school classmates. Karma knew in her heart that Brett was the man for her. Maybe it was a crush. Maybe not. One thing she did know for sure was that the peroxide-blonde Muffy Bickman was not good enough for him.
Besides it was a well-known fact—written on both the boys’ and girls’ rest room walls—that while Muffy was a teasing slut, she planned to be a virgin when she married and only ever went to second base. What did Brett see in her? It was not like he was ever going to break through to the citadel.
“Bloody hell, everyone knows she dyes her hair and stuffs tissues in her bra. At least my boobs are real.” Only last week Karma thought she saw Brett gazing at them but his gaze moved from her to his friends. “I want more than gazing.”