"What's on your mind?"
The question made her face burn more furiously.
"Nothing, except I'm gonna be late for the next class," she said, spotting Annie threading her way through the gathering crowd. Betty avoided the laughing stare from Gino's dark eyes as she rose to leave.
"Maybe you oughtta think about me more often. Bet you wouldn't be so damned stuck up if you and me got together a couple of times."
Gino's voice followed her as she gathered up her books and left, Annie trailing behind her, asking her what was going on.
"Nothing, nothing," Betty said, her composure snapping as soon as she rushed through the double doors. How would she ever be able to live up to her mother's standards with all these temptations around her?
CHAPTER TWO
Betty clutched her purse tightly against her tits as she paused in front of Annie's door. Her parents wouldn't be home. She'd promised that. It was Wednesday night, the night they were out playing bridge until well after midnight. It had been all she could do to persuade her mother they were going to study together. That was all.
But that wasn't it at all. Thinking about what her best friend in the whole world had told her, then thinking about Gino and his advances in the cafeteria were weighing on her mind. There had been one evening when the girl had lain in bed, tossing and turning, the sheets roped around her legs as images of Gino pinning her to the mattress and fucking her floated through her mind. Annie had told her to come over, to watch what she and her boyfriend did. It sounded awful. And yet there was a part in her that wanted to watch.