He kept his eyes shied on Elizabeth's bathroom window.

Which was why he did not see Brenda Dimbleby approach…

Brenda – nicknamed Dimples – was very well developed for her age, with small but pert tits, a well-packed and she had a way of walking with her loins sort of tucked in, almost swaybacked. The girl was, like Jimmy, a virgin.

Unlike Jimmy however, she was in no great hurry to get rid of her cherry. She had some vague idea that she might keep it until she was married – although her convictions were not absolutely firm on that. She was popular and had quite a few dates. She allowed guys to feel her tits if they took her out more than twice, although she had only let one guy finger-fuck her and had never jerked a guy off.

Brenda was quite innocent, really, although she was pretty sure that she was going to very much enjoy fucking, once she got started. As far as when that was, well, she would play it by ear – or, more to the point, by cunt – and let fate and circumstance decree. She had an idea that it was proper to start heavy petting and mutual masturbation before she went an to more serious things, like fucking and sucking. She played with her own pussy quite often and enjoyed coming.

Brenda lived in the house on the other side of the Tremaynes' from Jimmy's home and, therefore, shared the same greenery at the back. This morning, her mother had been nagging her to clean her room and she didn't feel like it so she had sneaked out, the back door and walked down to the trees and bushes, intending to hide until her mother forgot about it.

She wasn't feeling horny that morning, nor was she thinking about things of a sexual nature.

Not until she saw Jimmy jacking off.

Then it came over her in a hot flash, a wave of lust that flooded her nubile loins with urgency and need.

Why, that naughty guy! she thought: Oh, what a lovely big prick he has!