Victoria pressed her thighs tightly together to try to stop the wild feelings growing there but that was a mistake, because the increased pressure on her tender pussy lips only caused new sharp jolts of pleasure to flood up into her now hot little belly. The petrified girl was afraid to make the slightest additional movement so she stood paralyzed, her knees pressed together, her body bent a little forward at the waist, her hands held out from her body in indecision. All this time she could not help but think about what was going on in the other room and how wickedly, sinfully good it must feel to have someone make love to you the way Jimmy was making love to Penny.

Oh God, the tortured young girl thought, if I only had the courage to let a boy make love to me. Many had tried, but each time, Victoria had become frightened by the gasping sound of the heavy uncontrolled breathing of the inexperienced boys, and by the brutal way they pawed her tender young body in their juvenile haste. Victoria knew she needed what Penny was getting in the other room, but something inside her made her draw the line at getting it from a real flesh and blood boy. She knew if she gave in with a boy, he would talk about her, brag to the other boys and she couldn't stand the thought of being the verbal plaything of all the leering young louts on campus. For her it would take a shining Prince Charming, made of dreams, or… her own self.

Almost involuntarily her hands stirred at her sides and moved slowly up to cup her firm, high-set young breasts through her clothes. A little shiver of sensual delight ran through the beautiful coed's vibrant young body as her trembling fingers pressed slowly into the soft resilient flesh. Then her groping fingertips searched for a moment, looking for the growing buds of her hidden nipples and softly, insistently tweaked them into pebble-hard erection while all the time her senses remained glued to the lewdly exciting sounds coming from behind the door.