She told me not to act deliberately dumb. I was sitting on a gold mine, she said, only I was too dumb to take advantage of it.

Surely I knew the effect my body had not only on boys, but on men?

Well, of course I did – I had known that since I was twelve.

What a fool I was, for just giving up MY precious pussy to horny guys after they took me on a date and maybe to dinner.

There were men, older men, respectable clean gentlemen, who would happily pay for the privilege of making love to me.

Now, I had thought of such things. From where I come from, only an idiot would be unaware of that. But I had never sold it.

I sighed and said that the idea didn't sound half-bad, except that I had no idea where those fine gentlemen that she spoke of could be found.

"I do," she said. "Clean, safe, secure, and prosperous mature gentlemen who know how to show their appreciation of pretty girls like you."

She said more on the same subject. While she talked, she rubbed my pussy, so I got hotter and hotter as she went on speaking.

Her mouth whispered in my ear. She talked soft and sound, almost like she was hypnotizing me. I closed my eyes and listened.

When she started talking price, how much I could get for an "hour of love" with one of the gentlemen, I really started squirming.

Outside it was cold and raining. A big gust of wind blew up and rattled the window. I thought how cold it was out there, and shivered.

Beverly put her finger inside my pussy. It was dripping. She pushed her finger in and out, fucking me with it.

I moaned. After a while, I turned on my side, her finger still in my pussy, and pressed my head against her tits.

She wasn't all strait jacketed in her school clothes now – she was naked.

Her breasts were big, melon-sized – she was really stacked, built like a woman and not a girl, with big fat nipples.