"But I don't even know Steve! I mean, what will he think of me!"

"Doesn't matter what he thinks of you. His rubbers are good. That's what counts. They're Trojans."

Debby tried to think clearly for a moment, but found it impossible. Her cunt was still so hot that it hurt her. Deep down inside she knew she was going to say yes.

Gulping meekly, Debby nodded her head.

"All right, Robbie," she whispered. "I'll be there tomorrow night. As soon as it gets dark."

Robbie smiled. They left the drive-in quickly after that.

On the way put Debby looked through the window, and for the first time she saw how many of her classmates used the drive-in as a place to screw. At least half of the cars parked on the ramps were bouncing rhythmically up and down. Debby was innocent, but she knew that a sight like that could only mean one thing.

Tonight she found it reassuring. Now that she'd lost her own cherry, it was nice to know that all the other boys and girls in her high school were happy and busy with their fucking.

CHAPTER TWO

Debby stood in the sand under the highway overpass. It was almost dark. Overhead she could hear the thousands of cars swarming by, and she could hear the crickets, and over the roofs of the houses far away she could see the twinkling stars.

Next to Debby, to her left, there was a small creek. The creek was almost dry, and it was littered with beer cans. To Debby's right were mountains of dusty sand, left under the overpass by the dump trucks when the freeway had been built.

On one of the mounds of sand, Debby had laid out a big terrycloth beach towel, which she'd stolen from her mother's laundry hamper. This way she'd have something to fuck on, and she wouldn't get all dirty.