"Oh, hove it!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, shit!"

"Missy! Missy!" he huffed. "I love you!" She fell back in the grass, breathing heavily.

He stopped his fuck-pounding, rolled off her onto the grass, and into the weeds next to her. They both lay staring up into the clusters of sparkling stars.

"I wanna go steady with you," he whispered. "Ooooooh, I dunno," she answered. "Please!" he begged.

Missy liked him. He'd be a proud catch. Lots of girls at Marlboro High would kill to go steady with Billy. But Missy also thought about the other men who had tendered their affection to her.

"I can't," she said.

"Please, I'll do anything. I want you to be my steady girl. I don't want to see you with anybody else," he said.

"I'll think about it, okay?" she said.

He agreed.

She took his hankie and wiped the gush of cum from her legs. They got up and went back to the gym.

"I better go in first," Missy said.

She went in, and Billy followed a few minutes later. She went to the punch bowl.

Janet came up. "Jeez, I saw you leave with Billy. You guys go neck?"

"Yeah," Missy answered.

"Golly, whew! I'd give anything to be with him," Janet whistled.

A nerdy guy came over and asked Janet to dance. She winked at Missy and left with him. Missy poured some punch and turned to be confronted by her history teacher, Miss Banfield. Miss Banfield was thirty-eight. She had tits like Dolly Parton. She was a luscious woman, supple hips, a tiny waist, long, trim legs, a plush ass… and many of the students thought she looked a lot like Vanya White, the beautiful game show star.

"Hello, Melissa," she said. "Oh, hi, Miss Banfield."

"I saw you with Billy Rolfe. I followed you out to the streets. I know what went on out there."

"Huh?"

"Don't play dumb, Melissa."

"Gee, I…"

"I could get you in deep water. You could be expelled from school."