"Oh, Ronnie. My God! Take them off!" she cried. "Pull them down! Pull them down!"

Ronnie Ferguson certainly didn't need a second invitation for that! He had both hands under her ass cheeks in a flash, sliding those bikinis down over her knees almost before she had the words out of her mouth. He drew them down over her smooth, shapely thighs and off her feet and threw them aside.

Then his hands were in her crotch, massaging her slippery, juicy cunt lips and that erotic nub of nerves, her clit. It made her ache with desire, and she tingled and felt a hot wave of lust roll through her shivering loins.

"Play with me, darling! Play with me!" she sighed. "You can do anything you want, but don't put it in. I don't want to get pregnant."

You could have bit him over the head with a hammer. He was crawling the walls already, and on the verge of pulling out his cock and shoving it to her. When he realized she wasn't going to let him fuck her, it was like punching his balloon with a bayonet.

"Not going to fuck?" he asked incredulously. "My God, you're the biggest cockteaser in town!"

"I'm sorry, Ronnie," she said. "I'm not on the pill, and I don't have a diaphragm, and I could get pregnant. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

Ronnie had to agree that was not what he thought of as the perfect ending to a perfect date.

Susan felt crestfallen. She wanted this boy so badly. She wanted to please him and now she had turned him off. She racked her brain to think of what she could do to salvage her date with this beautiful hunk of young maleness.

"Ronnie, I have something else you might like," she said. "You might like it even more, as a matter of fact."

Ronnie was mildly curious. "Oh, yeah?" he said. "What could be better?"

"Take your pants off," she said seductively. "Take your shorts off. Then I'll show you."