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Getting My Man at the Youth Club
(Dianne Herbert)

I wanted him. Wanted him bad. I thought that we were all still virgins  -  I was anyway, just  -  but if that was what it would take, then I was down for it. Heck, I'd been doing myself at night thinking about him anyway, so it was about time that something happened for real. What was the point of being on the pill if you never put it to the test?



"Jacob, can I have a word in private? It's about something really important."



I'd just passed over my jacket and t-shirt to Els, and that left me in a bra top that showed off my cleavage in an impressive manner. Lots of flesh was in sight as well, as my upper half was now visible, and a few other guys at the club had certainly noticed.



That's something Tracey couldn't compete with. She might have her long blonde hair (almost certainly aided by dye), but when it came to tits, she barely had any. She was a bit scrawny all-round now that I came to think of it. I should just kick her butt and make her stay away!



I was playing with my hair, twirling it around my finger. I wasn't sure why guys were supposed to like this, but every little helped. With my other hand, I gently scratched at the top of one of my boobs. If the damn idiot hadn't seen them already, then I'd draw his attention to them in a more pointed fashion.



He had though, as had most people, and was now having a hard time taking his eyes off them. Guys love boobs and, let's face it, mine were as good  -  or better  -  as anyone's around here!