"Mmmmm," she sighed, feeling the tingling excitement between the plump, pink lips of her pussy. It was the same kind of excitement she'd felt that morning when the dream had become so intense. Her breasts were glowing too, the nipples getting stiff against the cups of her training bra. She wasn't very big but lately her swells had begun to ache as they grew. And now with Gil kissing her like that she felt like she had the biggest tits in town.

"Ohhhhhh Gil, we shouldn't be doing this. What if someone came down?"

"Hell, the kids use this place for making out all the time." He picked up his Coke and swallowed some. "I'll even bet that a few local girls have been knocked up right over there on that sofa."

"Oh Gil, don't say such things." Annie felt her heart pounding. The white, lace frock she wore seemed so angelic when she was feeling something entirely different between the heated flesh of her thighs.

"When is your old man going to let you date?"

"Maybe never. He's kind of weird. Whenever I ask him about it he flies off the handle." She gave him a flirting look. "Anyway, what do you care? You've never asked me out."

"I've been wanting to. But everybody knows how your old man is." Gil pulled her down off the ping-pong table and slipped his arms around her tiny waist. Then she felt him bringing her forward, bringing her lithe, young body against his. She could feel the hard muscles of his thighs, the hard lump at his crotch. It pressed against the front of her dress, even touched her lower belly. She arched her back then, poking her pert bottom out to keep from being too obvious about what was going on. Gil seemed to go a little crazy when she did that. His palms slipped down the small of her back and curved out over each rounded cheek.