Pushups at the bus stop

Yeah, it was embarrassing. Matt didn't really want to do pushups while Karen and Amy watched, probably comparing him unfavorably to the football jerks. He also didn't want Jordan and Freddy shoving him around at school and he figured he just had to muscle up if he was going to stop it. How he was going to muscle up enough to hold off two football jocks, he still wasn't sure. Of course, the thought that girls liked male muscle had crossed his mind.

He ripped off a set of twenty, then stood and walked over to the two girls. "What's up, Amy?" he said.

"School," she shot back. "What else? My mother said I could go to Paris for a month if I get A's in both classes this summer but I'm wondering it that was really a great deal. It'll be after my plastic surgery so I'll be all bandaged and ugly anyway. None of the French guys will notice me so what's the point?"

Poor Amy--having to go to France when the guys might not notice her. Talk about first world problems. It must suck to be so rich. Matt managed not to pop out a sarcastic response although it was difficult, especially with Karen making fake tear-wiping gestures behind Amy's back.

For the next couple of minutes, Matt entertained himself by checking out the two girls and doing a compare and contrast. Both were slender, but Amy was taller with longer legs, while Karen had a bit of a bubble-butt with her horse-riding muscles back there. Both girls are wearing short-shorts, showing toned and tanned legs, and slinky tops that leave their small breasts outlined. Although it was warm out, Amy's nipples created points on the fabric.

"I told mom," Amy said to Karen, "that I wanted to have my tits done at the same time as my face. I mean, if I'm going to have surgery, why not get everything fixed. That way I'll be hot like Tanya for our senior year. But she says I should wait to see if I get any more natural growth first. Like an extra cup size would be such a disaster. What do you think?"