The sexy girl who had been indirectly responsible for a football coach and a gym teacher working up a good, healthy sweat together instead of practicing vile and abominable acts of self-abuse was walking down the street with a young boy who had wasted plenty of spunk while he savored fantasies about her.

Johnny was shy and nervous, but Sheena was bold as could be and even slipped her hand into his – the one he jerked off with, as a matter of fact.

"You like me, Johnny?" she purred. "Oh, yeah!" he enthused. "I've seen you staring at me," she said.

She lowered her eyes demurely, but her smile was elfin and erotic, lips slightly parted and the tip of her tongue showing. "I bet you're a horny guy, huh?"

Johnny looked flustered. "You jack off a lot?" she asked boldly. He replied by a wordless, strangled sound. "You don't have to be shy with me, Johnny. Everybody frigs off, right?"

"Well – errrr – ahhh…"

"I finger-fuck myself all the time. It isn't anything to be ashamed of," she said.

Her fingers tickled his palm. Johnny wondered if he was going to make it to the tree house or just cum in his pants. He was amazed that she would admit to playing with her pussy – and intrigued. He'd always figured hand-jobs were a sort of secret and shameful thing, yet she had just blurted out the confession!

"What hand do you use, Johnny? Ummmm? This one?" She teased him, caressing his palm. "I use both hands myself, you and me holding hands like this is almost like we were frigging each other, huh? Sort of like a second-hand hand-job." She giggled.

The naive boy was rapidly losing his composure, but his inhibitions were going, too.

He squeezed her small, delicate, moist hand in a sort of desperate desire, imagining how her palm and fingers would work in her juicy crotch.