"My name's Gino… Gino Canola. You know, Italian stallions can really make a girl feel fine… 'specially a girl like you."
Her mother's voice echoed through her mind as she sat there trembling in the cafeteria, reminding her that men only wanted one thing – to fuck then disappear.
"No!" Betty pulled her notebook over her tits as if it were a shield.
Gino looked at her for a few seconds, then shrugged, running his fingers through his long black hair. She could hear him breathing, could imagine the things rushing through his mind. Was Gino's cock thick and hard now? Half-formed thoughts drifted through her mind, thoughts about Gino lording over her, tying her up, fucking her brains out. That damned Annie! She'd tell her friend a thing or two when she got back.
"Don't know what you're missing. Bet you haven't been around much either," Gino said.
He was panting into her ear! Yes, she bet he wanted her in that way. His lips were curling into a broad smile, revealing the white teeth behind. Betty's eyes flashed over his body. He was big and stocky, his chest so thick and powerful Betty thought he must work out or something. And how he stared at her!
"I don't care what you think. Just leave me alone. I don't… don't want to talk to you," she nearly panted back.
"Sure," he said, putting one foot on a nearby chair and opening up his legs in front of her. He was exposing his crotch to her… right there in the lunchroom! Again the girl swept her eyes over his body. She saw an impression of a thick roll of meat cradled between his legs. His cock! His prick was big and thick and hard – or at least she thought so! And he wanted to stick something like that up between her legs? Never! She would die rather than have someone like Gino fuck her!