Damn!

She wanted to get away from Fred, she told herself, but she knew she really wanted to get away from Ben and Karen. They were going at it so hot and heavy that it was driving Linda crazy.

She wanted to have her tits kissed like that. She wanted to be the one in the back seat, her blouse pulled wide open, her nipples sucked hard by some young stud hot for her cunt.

But they all thought she was too young.

She could only get dumb-asses like Fred to take her out, it seemed. Well, somehow, someday soon, Linda was going to show them all including that whoring little bitch, Karen show them all that she was just as good as they were.

She'd ask Phil Benson out. That would do it. Phil had a reputation as the greatest stud in school. He only dated girls who knew in advance they'd have to put out, and put out everything they had.

Linda felt her heart skip a beat as she imagined herself in the back seat of a car with a guy like Phil. Or maybe she'd show him the hidden shed.

Oh, yeah! She'd ask the guy out, make it sound like she was willing to play his game, but make it sound casual. Then she'd pop this on him a secret place they could do whatever they wanted to do.

Yeah!

Linda pushed through the last of the bushes and saw the shed. It was badly weather-beaten, and it slanted dangerously to one side, as though ready to topple over in the slightest breeze.

It was a lot darker back in here than she'd remembered maybe because when she'd been here before, she'd always taken the flashlight from the glove compartment first.

But she knew the layout, and she stepped forward. She stopped at the doorway and bent over to brush some stickers from her stockings.

A hand clamped down over her mouth, and she felt herself lifted up off the ground, pulled hard against a huge body.

"Mmmmffff," she moaned, struggling violently, her arms and legs flailing wildly, trying to kick or hit someplace that would make the man release her.