Steve put the last of his books in his locker and glanced around to see if any fine women were checking him out. He noticed Karyn talking to that dork Jon Gibson. With tits like hers she should be a cheerleader, but she just dressed down to try and hide them.
Focusing on her breasts caused an empty, almost tearing sensation in his gut. Tits like that should be on display. He looked down at his muscular but flat chest and sighed. Once I get out of high school, Steve promised himself. The money he saved over the years for a Mustang would be used to fund the operation.
The thought made Steve smile, until a group of cheerleaders walked by. Comparing his chest to theirs almost brought tears to Steve's eyes. He shut his locker and hurried to class.
