She had only walked a few yards into the deepening shadows cast by the trees when she saw a male figure standing directly in front of her. Her mind reeled. Part of her wanted to flee in terror back to the playing fields, a more mature part whispered that she was behaving in a childish manner. She stopped.
The man approached.
In the twilight shadows, she could not recognize him for some time. He was almost to her before she realized that he was perhaps the one person she wanted most to avoid. He was the young man she had caught with Sissy Mason in the library-the arrogant, sensuous Jack Paris.
As he approached, she stood immobile and speechless. He frowned slightly as he stopped in front of her to let his dark eyes rove arrogantly over her body.
After a long moment in which she tried desperately to gain some of her self-control and calm the combined surges of fear and physical desire which were fighting their ways through her, she took a deep breath and tried-to make her voice sound authoritative and arrogant.
'Just exactly what are you doing out here?' she demanded.
He shrugged. 'This time, I'm just walking,' he said. 'Don't tell me there's a rule against that too.'
'You're supposed to be studying.'
'I was,' he said. 'I'm coming from the library, through the woods to town.'
She did not know how to answer him. She started to walk past him, but with a gesture of casual authority, he reached out and took her by the elbow.
'That was a real good blow job yesterday,' he said.
'Please,' she begged him. 'Don't-'
'Don't what?' He sounded almost innocent.
'I'm not interested,' she snapped. 'I won't! Let me go!'
He turned her around forcibly yet with a certain sensuous gentleness. Their faces were mere inches apart now.
'You're lying to yourself,' he told her. 'It's in your eyes. It's all over you-in every gesture-every move. I've never seen anyone who wanted to get laid so bad.'
'No… I-'
Suddenly his lips were pressing on hen in hot demand. She struggled to push him away, but found that, despite the pressure of her hands on his chest, her lips were actually responding to his, opening to admit the probing length of his exploring tongue as it darted into her mouth, twined with her own, and filled her entire body with tingling desire.
She seemed to be swirling in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions as he pushed her down to the soft grass.
'No-' she tried to say, but the pressure of his lips on hers-the response of her own to his-made it no more than a muffled grunt.
His hands seemed to be all over her now and hers seemed unable to push his muscular young body away. She felt the hot pressure of his palm on her bosom, then the pull of her clothing, and then the flesh of his palm on the very flesh of her hotly excited breast.
She could only sigh as his lips moved from hers to slide over her partly exposed body, then damp tightly to the hard nipple of her naked breast.
'No-' she heard herself whisper. 'I can't do it-I don't want-'
The ripples of excitement his tongue shot through her were more intense, more demanding than any she had ever felt on her lips.
'No, Jack-' she kept saying again and again. He paid no attention.
She felt his eager fingers exploring up the length of the inside of her thighs. and knew that he was about to try to penetrate her most sacred and erotic spot. She tried to clamp her legs shut to prevent his entrance, but her muscles refused to respond. She felt her will weaken. Her legs spread wider and his fingers explored the already damp area of her love mound. They rubbed the silken cloth of her panties as his lips and tongue sucked and teased and excited her already hard nipple.
Then gently, yet with a firm demand, his fingers were under her panties-slipping through the moist silken tuft of dark pubic hair-exploring-searching-teasing-until they reached the already open hot channels of her love.
'We can't,' she said. 'Oh, Jack… don't don't do this to me… I can't-'
He was a deaf man, and blind to all but his single goal. He pulled her panties away from her hips. She felt the gentle prickle of moist grass on her now naked buttocks and knew her legs were cooperating with his hands even though her mind still tried to fight against what she knew was about to happen. She couldn't allow herself to submit to this. It was rape. She was being raped! Yet the sensations which soared and tingled and rocketed through her would not let her resist.
His hand was on her mans now, rubbing easily, teasing and stroking-driving her to a plateau of excitation she could not have even imagined on any day previous.
She felt a cold touch of evening air as his mouth left her breast, and a warm surge of delight as one of his exploring fingers slipped easily between the wet lips of her opened flesh to make an electric contact with the throbbing knob of her clitoris.
She opened her eyes in shock and amazed pleasure. She was staring directly into his dark, gypsy like eyes. He was smiling down at her as he moved his finger with slow and maddening gestures within her hot and eagerly excited flesh.
'Please-' she managed. 'You mustn't. I never…'
'You gave such good head, yesterday,' he whispered. 'I'm going to return the favor.'
'You-'
'I'm going to eat your cooze,' he said.
'No-Jack-please-'
He paid no attention as he moved his head slowly down the length of her body. He still continued to play inside her with his finger as his head advanced toward her sexual parts.
'Oh God!' she heard herself gasp as her hands-still refusing to obey the commands of her brain-reached out, and instead of pushing him away, drew his head tighter to her until his lips and tongue made their first hot surging contact with her labia.
'Oh, God!' she gasped again as she pulled him tightly to her already responding hips. 'Yes… oh, yes, lick my cunt!'
How, she wondered, could he know so much about a woman's body? He was hardly a man yet- just a beautiful youth. How-?
Her mind swirled. She didn't care. She only knew about one thing-the impossible pleasure surging through her body, being compounded by each move of his tongue and lips. It was a thrill she had never experienced before even in her Lesbian romps. She had no idea her sexual parts-her entire being-could be thrilled so much.
And suddenly the truth which she had tried to keep buried for so long, surged through her. She had lied to herself! She had been cheating herself! She actually wanted a man. She wanted this man inside her with all the hard pulsating flesh of his being.
'No, Jack,' she gasped again as she pulled on his hair trying to remove his eager face from the crotch of her spread thighs. 'Jack, don't…'
He refused to stop his abandoned licking of her labia and sucking on her hotly engorged clitoris.
'I want you,' she sighed. 'I want your cock in me, not your tongue!'
It took several seconds before the truth of what she was saying seemed to penetrate his impassioned brain. But finally, he lifted his head from her groin and looked up at her.
'You're joking,' he said. 'Sissy tells me you're a dyke!'
'I never knew-'
'Come on,' he said. 'Don't tell me that. If you're a Lez you've had your snatch eaten before.'
'Not like that,' she gasped. 'Honest.'
'And you're a virgin?'
'Please, Jack. It's the truth. I've never had a man's prick in there before. I never wanted it. Honest. Not until you.'
