Chapter 1: Getting Jon’s Attention

It was the middle of my sixteenth summer before my junior year of high school. With it being over a month since I broke up with Kevin, I was on the prowl for a new boyfriend. If nothing else, at least someone in the interim just to satisfy my needs. Like when you get used to having sex almost every day, not having a boy at your beck and call can be a bit disturbing, to say the least. Granted, it’s not like I can’t go out and get laid without much effort if I really have to - any girl can do that no matter who she is. No, despite what some have said about me I DO have SOME standards when it came to sex. In my defense, if it’s just a blowjob does it really matter who’s attached to the cock? Fucking though is different, at least for me; I prefer to have at least a minimal amount of attraction to the guy if I’m going to take his cock inside of me. I guess that’s where the line gets crossed being a slut compared to a whore - sluts have standards.

Jon was an eighteen year-old senior who I knew was the hottest football player in school but that was about as far as things had gone between us. To my never- ending dismay, he always was hanging out with the cheerleader sluts (and I don’t mean sluts in a nice way) but I DID notice that he was eying me when we met in school or around town. I recognized that look - he was mentally undressing me as I stood there so I always smiled at him, hoping he would ask me out on a date sooner or later. Up until now, though, that was as far as he had shown any interest in me. Oh well, you can’t have all of them.

So here it was, smack in the middle of a hot summer, and I saw him once again at the city pool. Seeing his strong arms and cut body, not to mention the revealing bulge in his Speedo swimsuit, suddenly I felt glad I’d picked out one of my more revealing bikinis to wear that day. Yeah, while technically it didn’t qualify as a pure string thong (those were forbidden for god knows what reason at our public pool), it still bared the vast majority of my teen ass, otherwise known as my best “ass”et.

By this time in summer I’d acquired a deep tan and when I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn’t help but be pleased with what I saw. Sure, my boobs could always be bigger, but overall my figure was a lot sexier than it was last summer. I enjoy the way the boys look at me whenever I walk around in my bikini or cutoffs pretending not to notice their lewd stares. Even my dad had commented as well how great I was looking this summer - my butt especially. Of course, he got to see ALL of it but then there wasn’t much left to reveal even when I wore my swim suit.

My heart rate quickened when Jon came by while I was lying on my stomach. With my head turned I could tell he was once again staring at my ass. Well, not like I was about to complain. After all, wasn’t that the whole point of wearing next to nothing - to draw attention to yourself? The only thing better would’ve been to be totally nude but I had little doubt as to how long I would be around should I try that little stunt! I’d already received a few warnings as it was about my lack of “decency” but nobody had told me to go home ... yet at least.

“Hey Jon,” I called to him in a soft voice, “See anything you like?”

To his credit, Jon never looked away for a second and didn’t appear to be the least bit embarrassed at having been caught looking at me that way. Instead, he just grinned and squatted down next to me

“Wow! That’s a damn fine ass you’ve got there Kelly,” he chuckled, “Yep, you’re certainly looking hotter this summer!”

To my disappointment he just smiled and walked away, leaving me wondering if I would ever hear from him again. Was he just being nice to me or was there a spark of interest in that tone of his voice? Was he really enamored with my butt or was he just trying to get past me without offending me? Did that bulge in his crotch twitch a little when he saw me or as that just wishful thinking on my part?

We didn’t cross paths for the rest of the day as he was surrounded by the older cheerleaders who seemed to swarm to him like flies. Little chance I was going to compete with their big boobs. Well, I was pretty sure that none of them could blow him the way I would if he would just give me a chance!

I left the pool a bit disappointed to say the least.