She squeezed the throbbing prick that warmed her palm… imagining that monstrous thing sliding through her hymen. She could see the blood spurting, she could see her young, unsullied cunt being stretched to take the plunging shaft!

"Ohh… mmmmm… that fools wonderful," she whispered against Eddy's neck. His finger had found her clit and was giving it light and loving caresses. Usually the feels she got were too rough, too unpracticed. A guy thought that soft little bump was to be dug at like some pimple or something. She made her date take his hand out of her panties when it got too painful. With Eddy, she worked her slender hips around in circles, giving him even more inner surfaces to work on. He knew how to do it and do it good!

"Listen, Terry," he said, kissing her neck, "I want you bad. We could do it right here on the seat and nobody…"

"Oh, God no! You've got to be kidding!"

"I'm not kidding…"

"You're drunk then…" She caught his wrist. He'd been moving a stiff finger down towards her cherry. Opposing emotions ran through her. She wanted to fuck! She wanted to see how it was, how it felt. But at the same time something held her back. It was probably all the crap she'd had to listen to from her mother. And it didn't seem like the most romantic place to get screwed either… the back of a Greyhound bus.

"Hey, it'll feel good. I've got a rubber…"

"Nooooo… ohhh… don't do that Eddy… please don't!"

His finger was digging at the tender spot that protected her virgin cunt. She squeezed the head of his cock hard and Eddy quit pressing against the vulnerable place. Now she knew that a man could be controlled too. She lightened the pressure and heard the soldier gasp.

"You were about to squeeze the head right off," he moaned, giving her an angry look.

"You better be good now," she warned, squeezing him again. He let his head flop back on the bus seat and his eyes rolled. Lights from the highway fished through the windows.