"You want a ride?" he asked.

"No, thank you," she answered.

Buddy Wright had a reputation as a wild young man. Often Judy had caught him looking at her oddly, as if he could see right through her clothes. Judy usually didn't like the feeling. Today his gaze made her feel horny.

She realized why she felt that way. Buddy looked like Don. Buddy had the same powerful shoulders as the boy she'd seen in the woods. She found herself remembering Don's hard cock. It was a crazy way to feel in the middle of the afternoon.

"Are you sure I can't give you a ride?" Buddy asked again.

Judy kept thinking about what had happened in the woods. She started to get hot. She made her decision. When she nodded, she saw the look of surprise on Buddy's face. He had never expected her to accept his offer. She walked around and got into the car.

Judy noticed that Buddy had a six pack of beer on the floorboard. She licked her lips. It had been a long time since she had tasted beer. Buford refused to have it in the house. Her husband thought that it wasn't right for a church member to have beer around the house. He considered beer a redneck drink.

Judy could remember the taste she'd loved as a teenager. She was tempted to ask Buddy for a can, but she didn't want to act too free with him. The young boy had enough wrong ideas. It wouldn't do to give him any more.

"How do you like my car?" Buddy asked.

Buddy was a very fast driver. She leaned back in her seat as Buddy shifted gears. She could hear the tires screeching each time he changed a gear. He was taking the corners too fast. It was frightening. It made her a little tingly.

"You drive it too fast," Judy said.

"Yeah," Buddy said. "But most people like to go fast."

There was a lot of suggestion in his words. He drove right past Judy's house but Judy didn't say anything. She was waiting to see what he would do. He turned off on the road that led to the area where the teenagers had parked the night before. One thing about Buddy. He had a lot of nerve.