"Mark please, I don't want to fuck you."

"Susan, it's okay. We're alone. They won't be back until later this afternoon."

The young, girl got up after first removing the anxious boy's hand from her thigh, where it had been about to disappear under her dress.

The boy took, her hand, urging his cousin to sit back down beside him on the couch. She sighed and took a deep breath, but didn't resist. She sat and felt his thigh pressing against hers.

"You want to make it with me, don't you?" he asked, feeling his pulsating cock pressing against the tight confines of his cut-offs.

"Mark, you know we can't," she said impatiently. "I mean, your parents, what would they say? And my parents!" She laughed, then shook her head. "Mark really, this is crazy!"

"You're just scared," he said, putting his arm around her. "You're eighteen and you've never been fucked. I can understand that I was scared at your age too."

"Mark, it's not going to work… how about if we go for a swim. It's so hot out today." She gazed hopefully at the beach.

"We can swim later. After [missing text]."

"There's not going to be an after, Mark. Now please…"

"Just let me feel your pussy. I bet it's hot and wet."

"Mark, please!"

"Susan…"

"Alright, but that's all."

"Don't you want to feel my cock? Here…"

The nineteen-year-old boy, now trembling with anticipation, took her hand and placed it on his crotch, rising up slightly to meet the reluctant pressure of her palm.

"Feel how hard it is…"

She giggled. "It feels so so big…"

"Do you want to see it?"

"I've never really seen a boy's thing before." He caressed her thigh and noticed a quickening in the rhythmic rise and fall of her tits. She had big tits for her age. They were barely contained in a striped halter top. His eyes were glued to her mounds as his hand slowly went up her thigh. Her skin felt creamy and warm and slightly sweaty.