Lynn put on a pair of tight slacks and a fancy cowboy shirt. She applied just the right amount of lipstick and eyeshadow and after a few more glances at her reflection, she felt ready to face the professional world.

"I think I'll just forget about what happened the other night," she said aloud, hoping the sound of her own voice would give her courage. She could lie to her folks, tell them that she would go to confession and then not go. She'd done that before.

On the drive to her uncle's office her thoughts kept drifting back to that night up on Baker's Point. She didn't want to dwell on it, but something drew her reverie to those frantic, ecstatic moments. She hadn't even had a date with Ricky. Her parents wouldn't have heard of such a thing. Ricky had always had affection for her but they'd only kissed as cousins often did. As the years passed though, Rick never lost his obvious desire for her.

Ricky had parked in a spot where no one would notice them so easily. But Lynn had been nervous anyway. She didn't want any of her school chums who might happen… along on dates to know that she was up there with he first cumin. Ricky suggested a shut walk and they wait up the to the Point. But even there she felt exposed. How would anyone ever understand that she and Ricky were friends. They were kin. They'd known each other a long tine. Long enough to hold hands without letting their feelings get away from them. So Lynn had thought.

But then Ricky had pulled her into the bushes and the magic of the night had swirled around them. His hands had felt heavenly. Sliding up her legs. Up until she was crying. He kissed her tears away and comforted her. But his hands never stopped for a moment. As she sobbed helplessly against his chest she felt him gingerly open the lips of her pussy. He'd pulled her panty crotch to one side to expose her lips. Her struggles were weak and confused.