"Come on, baby. Come on and take that fuckin' dress off. It's too hot to wear clothes in here," Jack said, his lips curling up in a sardonic smile.

It was hot. Patty felt sweat trickling down her back, making her clothes stick uncomfortably to her flesh. Still backing away, Patty crossed her arms protectively over her tits, digging her finger tips into her skin as Jack advanced. He wasn't going to touch her… he wasn't. No! She had to protect her cherry, to save her virginity for her husband. That's what her mother and father had always told her. Time and time again her parents insisted that only "bad" girls let men take advantage of them. Once they were "ruined", men would never take them seriously. In the days of the so-called sexual revolution, Patty Weatherford's parents could still convince their daughter that this was gospel truth no matter what her friends at school said. Protected, sheltered all her life, the pretty slim-hipped blonde believed her parents.

But then she met Jack and all her thoughts changed. When she went to bed at night, how she tried not to think of him! How she tried to keep her hands from edging down her flat belly, pushing through the thicket of her blonde cunt hairs, searching for her swelling cuntlips. And then, oh, when she touched her cuntlips, she arched her back, whispering Jack's name, pretending he was touching her or doing something much worse with his… cock! How her body trembled when she whispered the word "cock". Her buttocks slapped against the mattress while her fingers plowed in and out of her virgin pussy.

While wanting him to touch her, Patty at the same time despised herself for thinking that. So she struggled, wanting to flirt, feeling guilty when she did, and finally doing nothing. Until today.