'Sure, Jimmy. I'll make supper for both of us.'
Jimmy looked at her grinning.
'Why don't we order in pizza?'
'We had pizza the last time Mom and Dad were out.'
'Well, what do you want?'
'How about Chinese food?'
'Nah! I had Chinese food with the guys night before last.'
Cathy sighed. Sometimes Jimmy was more exasperating than other times.
'How about if I make supper for us?'
Jimmy frowned. 'I don't know about that. What do you want to make.'
'Steak and home fries, and a salad?'
'That would be O.K. if you don't wreck everything.'
'Of course I won't!'
'O.K.! O.K.! That sounds fine. Then we'll have steak and home fries.
Put lots of onions in the home fries, huh?'
'Yeah,' Cathy said.
The biggest troublemaker, and the hottest stud in Cathy's class watched the two young people talking.
Wayne had had a hard-on for Cathy all year. She had really grown up over the summer, and seemed to develop more and more all through the school year. She was a knock-out, the best-looking girl in class.
But she sure as shit wasn't an easy lay.
He was sitting at a table in the cafeteria with Ron and Whitey.
Wayne turned to his two friends.
'I'm gonna get into Cathy's pussy if it's the last thing I do,' he said.
'You sure about that?' Whitey asked.
'Yeah, why?' Wayne asked.
'Don't you know about her brother?'
'What about him?'
'If Jimmy Jones ever catches you with his sister, or finds out that you got to her, he'll mop up the floor with you.'
'Bullshit!' Wayne retorted to Whitey.
'Whitey's right,' Ron said, interfering. 'If I were you, I'd chicken out.'
'What in hell for? He can't do anything to me.'
'Bullshit!' Ron retorted. 'He's the best wrestler and weight-lifter in the whole school, and that includes the senior varsity guys,' Ron said.
'We'll see about that,' Wayne said.
Cathy was dreaming on her way home from school. She wanted to get fucked so bad, she was seriously thinking of seducing her brother that very night. Her parents wouldn't be home until after eleven o'clock.
Cathy almost cursed her brother out for going to basketball practice.
That took a lot of time away from her, time she would need to effect her plan.
Walking a good ten feet behind her, unnoticed by the day-dreaming luscious little nymphet was Wayne.
Wayne was the kind of guy who was always in trouble, and the brother of a girl he had the hots for was not about to stop him in his full pursuit of her cunt. He liked the idea of the risk he was taking.
His prick was throbbing with his lust. It was so big and heavy that it almost burst through his pants.
They were nearing Cathy's house. He had to get her, he said to himself.
He had to have her!
His steps quickened as Cathy approached the gate leading to her house.
Cathy noticed the footsteps behind her, finally, as Wayne approached.
As she came abreast of her house, she turned slightly, to see who was trying to catch up with her.
Her breath choked in her throat. It was Wayne, the baddest, sexiest stud in her class. He seemed to be approaching her, and Cathy couldn't understand it. Wayne had never seemed to know that she existed.
But he knew she existed know. Cathy sighted up and down the street, and right now, she and he were the only persons on the quiet tree-lined avenue. She decided to play it to the hilt.
Since her brother was a long shot, she might as well play Wayne to the hilt. She needed to get her pussy stuffed, and she knew that Wayne had a reputation for not taking no for an answer.
The very idea of it sent lustful shivers of anticipatory pleasure coursing through her body.
'C-C-Cathy!' Wayne hollered, as he ran toward her.
'Why, Wayne Johnson! What a pleasant surprise!' Cathy drawled, trying to make her voice as sexy as possible.
Wayne came abreast of her, and stood in front of her panting.
'How are you?' she asked, batting her eyelashes.
'I-I'm fine. How are you?'
'I'm very well, thank you. What brings you here?'
Wayne blushed. He wasn't quite sure how to go about it, he knew a lot of easy lays, and all he did was ask. But he didn't want to appear too crude to Cathy. For all he knew, she was a virgin, and the wrong move, or too aggressive a move would turn her off.
'I, well, I'm having trouble with my biology. I was wondering if you had an hour or so to help me out.'
Cathy's pussy creamed, and her knees turned to jelly.
'Why, of course, Wayne,' she said.
She opened the gate, and walked toward the porch, Wayne following her.
Cathy made a point of swiveling her hips in the sexiest way she knew how.
When the two of them were in the house, Cathy ushered Wayne into the living room.
'Would you like to have a drink with me?' she asked, mimicking her mother, who was an extremely gracious hostess.
'Well, I have to be home soon, but I guess it's all right. Is anybody else in?'
'No,' Cathy smiled. 'My parents went out to a dinner dance, and Jimmy won't be home until late-very late! He has basketball practice.'
Cathy wanted it made very clear that Wayne had a clear field, for whatever purpose he had in mind, and Cathy didn't care what his purpose was, as long as it was sexual!
'What do you want to drink?' Cathy asked, leaning against the door of the living room, which led to the dining room, and through the dining room to the kitchen. She leaned in profile, arching her body forward so that Wayne could get a good look at her breasts, and her long, willowy body. Her intention was to inflame him, and she did!
'Unh, Coke?'
'Sure, Wayne,' Cathy cooed. She walked out to the kitchen, and poured two Cokes, and came back.
Wayne was sitting on the couch. Cathy sat beside him, very, very close to him. She hiked her skirt up slightly, just enough to reveal about half her thigh.
Her eyes veered in the direction of Wayne's crotch, and she saw something that pleased her enormously!
Wayne's cock was very, very hard. It bulged against the fabric of his jeans. Cathy had the urge to reach over and cover the glorious mound of man meat with her soft palm.
She could hear Wayne breathing heavily.
'Cathy, can I ask you a question?'
'Sure,' Cathy said, hearing her voice squeak because her throat was so dry. She took a sip of the coke.
'Can I-well, we haven't really got to know each other. What I mean to say is…well,' Wayne said, his throat sounding as if it were equally dry, 'can I…?'
'Can you what, Wayne?'
Cathy's brother had insisted to her that men were turned off by aggressive women. She wanted to kiss Wayne in the worst way! He was so tall and handsome and good-looking.
He would do just as well as her brother, although Cathy wasn't sure she wanted to give up the idea of doing it with her brother.
