"Hello, honey," her father beamed at her. "Are you staying home this evening?"

"Nope," the girl answered. "Randy's taking me to a movie, but I'll be home early."

"Where's Chuck?" he asked, turning to his wife.

"Have you forgotten," Peggy smiled. "He's gone on that Boy Scout bivouac for two days."

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of a car horn. "That's Randy now," Sherry said as she quickly kissed her parents and flew out the door.

"Hi, honey," Randy smiled as she jumped into his car.

"Hi, guy," she whispered, sliding up close to him as he drove away from the curb.

Later, when they returned from the movie, he drove into her driveway and turned out the lights. Switching off the ignition, he put his arms around Sherry and drew her soft moist lips to his.

"Oh, darling," he whispered when their lips I finally parted. "I love the way you kiss."

"And I love the way you kiss," sighed the pretty little blonde.

As much as Sherry enjoyed necking with Randy, she was still a virgin and she intended to stay that way. She would occasionally let him play with her tits through her blouse or sweater, but that was as far as she would ever let him. She was very fond of him and even thought she might be in love. He was a powerful-looking youth of nineteen with a handsome face and a head of thick dark hair. Sherry loved the way he kissed her; it made her pussy all warm and itchy, and this never failed to frighten her a little. She always got hot and creamy between her legs when they kissed, and she had to fight back the desires that flooded through her body. Tonight she was unusually aroused as Randy continued kissing her while his hands rubbed her tingling tits through the thin material of her blouse.

Sherry was so excited that she hardly realized it when he slipped one of his hands up under her blouse.