Now that the performance in the front seat had ended – or gone into intermission – Clyde renewed his assault on Linda with more determination than ever. His passion had been inspired by watching Mike get a blow job, and his envy had been aroused by his friend's good fortune in selecting a girl who blew without protest. Now Clyde was damned well determined to get something for himself.

Linda was having more trouble fighting him off, too – not because he was trying harder, but because she had also been inspired to passion by the oral lovemaking they'd watched. She had ambivalent attitudes about the situation.

On the one hand, she thought that Tina must be a terrible tramp and she certainly wouldn't envy the girl the reputation that she would have acquired through giving head on a first date. But, on the other hand, Linda felt jealous and envious of the pleasure involved. Tina had obviously adored that tasty mouthful of prick and that drink of hot cum and it had certainly looked like a lovely thing to do, and Linda was wishing, in one way, that she, too, were a tramp – so she could suck Clyde's cock. It was a difficult situation.

Linda felt that she was walking a tightrope, treading a thin line between gratification and deprival, purity and passion. Was it, after all, better to be chaste – and frustrated? Or to be a tramp – but satisfied.

She kept recalling how Tina's sweet lips had dragged up that fat cockstalk and caressed that swollen cock-knob, and how Mike had whimpered and squirmed, and – most exciting of all – how he had squirted his spunk into the girl's eager mouth. Tina had obviously been enjoying cocksucking for some time. Yet she was the same age as Linda. Linda knew that someday she was going to have to give her first blowjob and, for that matter, lose her cherry.