He was Hot, I was Not!

Stan's POV (graphic)

My first game as quarterback at my new high school and we had won the game! What a rush, boy was I stoked. Some of the guys had decided to go get a bite to eat, but I had homework, plus I was exhausted, so I just had them drop me off at home. I went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge to see what we had to eat. I made myself something out of leftovers from last night, and after eating, headed to my room to do my homework.

I relived the excitement of the game in my head while doing my homework. Then I thought about that girl--Kayla. She had been at the game. I had seen her from the sidelines before she even saw me or knew who I was. That was why I made it a point to speak to Shaundra. It felt kind of good to know that she was there and we had won. Then I remembered the look on her face as we were headed to the dugout. What was that about? First there was surprise--at seeing me, I guess. Then what? Disappointment? Why? Then I kind of shrugged it off. She didn't even know me, I didn't even know her, why would there be disappointment on her face? I must be imagining things.

I tried to concentrate on doing my homework, but thoughts of Kayla kept entering my mind. What was it about her? Yeah, she was cute, but so were a lot of other girls. I wasn't desperate, there was always some piece of ass available to satisfy my needs. But Kayla wasn't just a piece of ass, I could already see that. Plus Matt had said that she was a virgin...and this had been verified by a lot of the other guys in the locker room.

I finished my homework and went in to the bathroom to take a shower. A shower, hah--a guy learned a lot by listening to the other guys in the showers after football practice. Guys talked about all the girls: skanks or not. This was the pipeline where we found out who did and who didn't. Who might and who wouldn't. I had heard words like brainiac and shy thrown around when the guys talked about Kayla; but never the word skank.

It seemed that a lot of the guys knew her--a lot of them made comments about her breasts which were pretty amazing. I started getting a boner thinking about them and automatically turned the water down a couple of degrees. There had been a couple of guys who even mentioned getting to first base, but none of them, from what I had heard, had got any farther.

I lathered the soap on my body as I wondered what it would be like to be with someone like Kayla--a thick girl. It turned me on thinking about it. Most of the girls I had been with had been popular girls--the athletes, the cheerleaders, so none of them were really thick. I can just imagine the guys laughing at me if I told them I wanted to see what it was like to be with a girl with some womanly curves...Kayla. "Oh no," I groaned as a spark of desire shot through my whole body. Damn, my dick had a mind of it's own. I had to stop thinking of her like that or I would never get any sleep tonight. I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm myself down.

Besides, Kayla was a "nobody." She wasn't a cheerleader, and she wasn't a jockette, so she didn't fit in with our crowd. If she put out the guys would fuck her, but she would never fit in. With our crowd, it was a prestige thing, I had already figured that one out. If a jock got lucky with Kayla it would have to be a "hit it and quit it" type of thing as long as she understood that's as far as it could ever go. But most of them figured why bother doing that much work when there was so much easy pussy to be had?

I got out of the shower, towelled myself dry, and put on my sleep pants. I laid down on the bed with the towel in my hands. I felt guilty, but I knew I had to do it; there was no way I could sleep like this. I opened the fly on my pjs and touched my swollen penis moaning in relief. I finished doing what needed to be done and threw the towel in a corner where the laundry basket was supposed to be. "Kayla," I moaned as I fell fast asleep.