"You probably won't think that much of me… now," Candy stammered, lowering her eyes. Her mother's words about a young woman who gives in to a man rang in her mind now. No man would think much of her if word got around the club. Could she ask him to keep this quiet?

"That's a bunch of crap! Man, I won't be able to think about anything but you," Chuck said, tensing his arms and drawing her up to him.

"Oh God, Chuck," Candy whispered, drawing her face to his and kissing him passionately. She didn't care about what her mother had told her about men any more. She wanted Chuck.

Chuck all the time, him fucking her, pawing her, making love to her, kissing her like this. Her heart was beating so loudly she was certain he could hear it.

"Hey, why don't you get dressed and we'll go down to the drive-in for a hamburger or something? We can talk about us all night, if you want."

Candy smiled. Sure, her mother wasn't expecting her for some time anyway.

"Oh yes… I'd like that," Candy said, feeling Chuck slide out of her slackening cunt. He was up, slipping his shorts and black slacks back on. The blonde teen raised herself up, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees watching him dress. He was so handsome, so muscular! The girl was savoring the warm glow that had settled over her flesh just after coming. Afterglow she thought they called it! What a lovely name!

"Hey, come on. It's gettin' late," Chuck said, chucking her playfully under the chin.

Candy sucked in huge lungfuls of air, looking happily around the rooms.

"Oh, I'm so happy it hurts!" the girl whispered, sliding off the bench and picking up her bikini.

"Well, get dressed and I'll stop off a drugstore and pick something up. Maybe then we'll make your happiness hurt a little more," he said, flashing her a brilliant smile. Candy knew what he was going to get. It gave her a fevered thrill.