"I, uh, no. It doesn't bother me," he said in quivering tone.

"Then what's the matter?" Mrs. Cook touched the nape of his neck. "Don't you like kissing girls?" she asked, moving closer to him and wetting her crimson lips with her very pink tongue.

"Sure I do," Russ muttered.

Mrs. Cook smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"They're Frenching like crazy!" Betty excitedly whispered. She had read about this sort of kissing all winter long, in the spicy romance books she'd found in her parents' closet. She had read about all sorts of wild things men and women did together, but she'd never had the chance to do them herself. Now her stomach felt funny and her pussy felt all wet and itchy as she watched them swapping tongues. She squeezed Lynette's hand very tightly all through the long kiss on the couch.

Russ looked a sick to his stomach. Mrs. Cook looked perfectly at ease. Laughing, with her nicely tanned legs curled up under her, she ruffled Russ' hair and said, "I've been looking at your pretty mouth for a long time now. I bet you've kissed every girl on your paper route. Do you like to neck with girls, Russ? Do you like to get 'em all hot, and play with their titties, and get in their hot panties? Come on. You can tell me."

"I, uh, don't have much time for girls."

"Sure. And it doesn't take a handsome stud like you very long to get a girl to spread her pretty legs for you. Just between you and me, are you fucking that cute redhead Lynette next door? And have you felt the tits of her cute country cousin?"

Lynette blushed hotly and turned to look at her cousin. Betty was squirming around and almost giggling, thrusting her pert nose closer over the windowsill. Inside, Russ was stammering, "I better go now, Mrs. Cook?"

"No need for that at all," she said. She nestled closer to him, slipping her hand front his neck to his shoulder. She plucked at his shirt buttons.

"I just turned eighteen," said Russ.