Terry had never shared her parents' puritanical views about sex, but she'd obeyed their rules as long as she lived in their home. Then she got away to college and did what she damned well pleased and that included losing her cherry. Not that she had given it to the first guy she dated. No, she had waited for a boy she couldn't resist and that was Duane.

Now, rubbing her fever-hot pussy and thinking about Duane, she almost moaned with need. Hot sticky cream was oozing steadily from her thirsty little cunt and trickling down the crack of her ass. She couldn't control that horny creaming. She ached to feel Duane's throbbing boner fucking her cunt, moving hard and fast inside her.

Her mind drifted back to the very first date she'd had with Duane, the night she lost her cherry. It really got her hot to think about that night and replay it in her mind. She knew she'd been putty in his hands from the moment they met and that she hadn't been able to deny him a thing.

Duane was a senior, blond and sexy, and he had his own little apartment, just one room with everything in it. On their first date, after taking her to a rock concert, he'd brought Terry back to his place. They drank beer, and it was the first time she'd touched alcohol. She got giggly and tipsy pretty fast.

They were sitting on the couch, listening to some soft music, and Duane had the lights turned down low. Terry was hotly attracted to him, and she didn't resist when he slipped his arm around her and kissed her. She'd been kissed a few times by then, but never like Duane did it. He used his tongue, and that was a first for Terry. It excited her wildly when he darted his tongue against hers.