Even in the darkness Jason could see the course black hair of the young girl. Her dark set eyes gave her the appearance of an Indian. Most people of the area claimed a kinship to the Cherokee, although many were actually Melungeons. Even at sixteen, she had a better figure than most of the seniors. Jason watched as she unsnapped the safety pin holding her bra.
“Wow!” was all he could say. Sure he had seen the paint-brushed photos of Playboy, but he was now looking at perhaps the most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen. Of course they were also the first he had ever seen on a mature girl, other than the time he accidentally walked in on his cousin taking her bath.
“Do you like them?” she said with obvious pride.
She pulled his head to her cleavage. Jason found his thoughts
