Taking in a deep breath, then letting it out, she felt her tits tingling. Curling her fingers, the young teen rapped sharply at the door, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would tear through her chest.

"Oh, hi, Annie!" She stood there, hearing soft music playing in the background.

"Hi, glad you came, Betty. Come on in." Betty stepped in, nearly jumping when she heard the door close behind her.

"I hope I'm not late," she said nervously, still holding her purse protectively.

Betty drew her arms close to her sides. She couldn't see Hank, but she guessed he was there somewhere inside the big house. It was so quiet, so ominous.

"You… you look different," Betty commented, turning and observing her friend.

"'Cause I feel different on these nights. Oh, hi, Hank. Betty's here to… well, you know," Annie said, giggling softly.

Betty felt her face burning. Thinking about coming over here was one thing. It seemed so daring, so deliciously shameful. But standing here in front of a male, a real-live half-nude male whose smooth chest was heaving up and down in front of her, was another thing. She caught her breath and was about to turn around. No, she wasn't going to be a coward! She was going to see this thing through.

"We've been waiting for you," Hank said. The words sent a jolt of terror mixed with wild hope racing through her. Hank stood there, his big stocky figure radiating a force that nearly overwhelmed her. He made no move to touch her. But nevertheless she was aware of his body. In some strange way her flesh seemed to sense the heat, the excitement ft coming from him. Betty felt a sudden comforting glow washing over her skin as her body responded against her will.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, Annie said it'd be all right if you played along with us. Yeah, it's gonna be a lot of fun," Hank said, reaching out and tracing one finger down her cheek.