"What are you doing out here?" he asked, casually walking over to where she was sitting on the step.

"Nothing," she grinned, surprised that he'd stopped to talk with her. "Just trying to keep cool."

Seating himself next to her on the step, he noticed her nipples thrusting out against the front of her blouse, and he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Hank had never paid any attention to the girl before, but the sight of her panties between her legs and, now, her hard nipples strangely excited him.

As they continued to chat, Hank suddenly had a strong desire to kiss her. There was something so sensual about her that was really getting him turned on. He sensed that she was fast. Very fast. She didn't close her legs and had actually leaned in closer to him.

"Nancy," he said to her a few minutes later. "Could I have a glass of water?"

"Sure," she beamed, rising to her feet. "Come on in."

Following the girl into the house, he felt his prick stirring in his pants as he watched her cute ass wriggling under the tight skirt she was wearing. When they were in the kitchen, she filled a glass with water and handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said a few moments later as he set the empty glass down in the sink. He'd used the drink as an excuse to be alone with her in the house, and now he nervously turned around and faced her. He knew it was stupid to try anything when her dad may be home, but he just couldn't control his intense desire for her.

Not saying another word, he put his arm around the girl and drew her up close against him, covering her softly parted lips with his mouth. Unable to believe Hank Murray was actually kissing her, the youngster could feel her suddenly erect nipples burning through her blouse against his chest. Nancy's head began spinning dizzily when he stepped back and cupped her firm, young tits in his hands. Sighing softly, Nancy could feel the delicious pressure of his thumbs and forefingers tenderly squeezing her hard nipples through the thin material of her tightly stretched blouse.