bare knee.
'Now,' he said. 'That's better. We won't be bothered by anyone. What do you intend to do about what you saw?'
'What do I intend to do?' she asked. 'Nothing. I don't know what you mean.'
'Sure you do,' he said. 'You could get me in a lot of trouble if you wanted.'
'I wouldn't do that,' she said.
His hand squeezed her knee. His eyes were gentle but fiercely hot. She felt a knot form in her stomach. She was alone in the woods with a man. Of course, all she had to do was scream and a dozen people would come running. Somehow that didn't make her feel any less afraid.
'You have very nice lips,' he said. 'Very pretty. So soft and inviting, but yet, prim and proper. I'd like to bruise them a little with a hard kiss.'
His hand kept stroking her knee and she felt a tingle in her inner thighs. His hand went a little higher until he squeezed her leg just where her shorts ended.
'Just a little kiss,' he said.
His kiss was firm, it wasn't the sort of begging kiss she was used to from a boy just asking for more. This was a kiss from a man who was promising her something.
He didn't stop at one kiss as she had known he wouldn't. He kissed her a little harder the second time. His lips were open and she understood the greedy demand of his lips. She moaned deep in her throat and encircled his neck with her arms.
She pulled him closer almost without realizing what she was doing. She felt his chest pressing the warmth of her young, but mature tits. Her thin halter did little to protect her from the insistent heat of his fingers. She found her nipples growing hard against the fabric, and she knew he was aware of it.
He kissed her throat. His teeth nipped at her. She knew that things were getting to the point of no return, and she pressed her hands firmly against his chest.
'No,' she said. 'You can't. I'm a virgin.'
'So,' he whispered. 'Then it's time you learned about real joy.'
'No,' she said weakly. 'I'll scream. I'll yell rape loud enough for the park to come running.'
'No, you won't,' he said.
She wanted to scream. She kept telling herself that all she had to do was open her mouth. She would wonder later why she didn't.
Perhaps it was the gentle way he looked at her or the way his hands touched her, like no boy had ever touched her. A feeling went through her, a feeling of desire that made her skin glow hotly.
'You won't scream,' he said.
She knew he was right. She wouldn't scream. She couldn't scream. She needed him as badly as he needed her.
'I'm going to be gentle,' he assured her. 'I'm going to teach you things you never dreamed about. It's about time you had something else besides your hand in your panties!'
'No, you can't,' she mumbled. 'You can't. I'm a virgin. I really am a virgin.'
'I know it,' he said.
He pushed her gently onto her back and she felt his hands beneath her back. It was a moment before she realized what he was doing. His fingers deftly unhooked her halter top.
'No,' she said weakly.
He grinned at her as he lifted her arms and pulled the halter off her.
The cool air touched her bare skin and made her shiver. But she shivered far more as his eyes ogled her. No other man had ever seen her tits. In private, she'd always been proud of them and almost wished that someone could see them. Now Matt was looking at them and she tried to cover herself with her anus.
'Don't do that,' he said sharply. 'There's no need to cover such beautiful things. You should be proud to show them. A man gets hungry just looking at them!'
She allowed her arms to be pressed don to her sides and once again his eyes devoured her creamy mounds and her hard pink nipples.
'They're so beautiful,' he said. 'I can't wait to kiss them.'
She remembered how he had touched Mrs. Jones' tits, how he had caressed, fondled and sucked them. She remembered the sounds he'd made while sucking her and how she had longed for that same mouth around her nipples. But now she was afraid.
He brought his hands up her sides, stroking her soft skin, until his hands were underneath her tits. She moaned as his fingers gently stroked her nipples and his hands cupped her titties. He began to squeeze and each time sent another hot shiver down her spine.
'Stop it!' she gasped. 'Oh, please step it. I don't like that.'
'Sure you do,' he said.
'No,' she lied. 'I don't. I don't like it.'
'Sure you do,' he said. 'Every woman likes to have her tits fondled. Every woman likes to have a man's hands on her boobies.'
'No,' she said again.
Nothing would stop him, and she wasn't even sure she wanted him to stop. His hands did feel good. They caused a warmth between her thighs, the same warmth she'd felt that day in his office. She had to fight the impulse to reach down and unzip her shorts.
He kissed her throat and then allowed his tongue to leave a wet trail from her throat to the top of her creamy mounds. She felt him lick one of her nipples.
'They look so tasty,' he said softly. 'Like ice-cream mounds with a delicious cherry on top. I'm going to taste them, sugar!'
'No,' she begged him, trying to push him away. 'No, please no. Oh, my God!'
Never had so many fires started in her body at the same time. His lips barely brushed at one jutting nipple and she got so hot she struggled to keep her thighs together. She couldn't help rubbing herself against the round, trying to rid herself of the fiery itch between her legs.
'You liked that, didn't you?' he asked. 'You really liked that.'
'No,' she lied. 'Yes, damn it. Yes!'
Now she knew how Mrs. Jones had felt when she had begged him to suck her titties.
Diane was so mixed up. She wanted him to stop. She told herself that she was a good girl over and over again. And yet, her tits ached for his kiss. She pushed herself off the ground, trying to get him to take her flesh into his mouth. How could a good girl be like this?
He flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, and then moved his face to the other. He kept licking both of them, over and over, until she was nearly driven out of her mind.
'Oh God, do something!' she cried.
'Do what?' he asked.
She understood what he wanted. He wanted her to beg just as Mrs. Jonas had begged. She wouldn't do it. She couldn't do it. She was not that kind of a girl.
But she found the words being torn from her throat, almost as if she were someone else speaking.
'Suck me,' she pleaded. 'I want you to suck me. Please suck me.'
'That won't do,' he chided. 'What do you want me to suck? Tell me. Use the words. Just like you heard Mrs. Jones beg. Beg me.'
'I want you to suck my titties,' Diane said. 'Please. I want you to suck my tits. They're so hot.'
She'd said the words he wanted to hear and it was like a wall had tumbled down. She could no longer think clearly. Her good-girl image didn't matter, nothing mattered any more except the hot pleasure he could give her.
'Yes,' she groaned. 'Suck my titties. Suck them!'
He pressed his face hotly against the cavern between her two mounds. He tasted her soft, sweet flesh. He loved the way his lips made her moan for more. She was a hot one, all right. He hadn't been sure at first, but now he was. Before he was finished he would have her screaming with delight.
He moved his lips slowly over her flesh and once more found her nipple. He opened his lips and sucked the
