There were street musicians, magicians, tourists, peddlers of every sort and couples walking hand in hand. They all paid tribute to her with their eyes, and some spoke to her with comments and suggestions – both clean and dirty. She had grown accustomed to this sort of attention, and fielded both looks and remarks with aplomb. It was great for the ego and yet, she knew how lonely she really was being a young girl away from home, away from Chris and very much alone in San Francisco. The couples who sat sprawled on the sloping green of the park gave her a pang of remorse, as she remembered Chris… and those wickedly exquisite nights in her bedroom in Kansas City…

Jill's heart fluttered with anticipation as she lay in bed watching the shadows cast by the moonlight on the leaves of the big old oak tree outside her window. He would be appearing soon, climbing over the fence and up the tree like a cat, the muscles in his lean hard frame rippling as he shimmied up the branches. Chris played soccer, he was on the varsity team at college, and he was also a champion diver – and his body mirrored his athletic prowess. He was also a champion muff diver, as Jill had discovered several months ago when she had let him eat her pussy for the first time. Now she looked forward again to what had become almost a nightly ritual with them.

Chris was her first real boyfriend, and certainly the one guy she had let get into her panties – though she wouldn't "go all the way" – no, she just couldn't do that, not yet. She felt guilty, actually, letting him satisfy her without giving him what he wanted – though she finally had played with his penis, and even sucked on it a little bit. But she never made him cum. Well, he knew the rules, after all, and he really loved to eat her… it wasn't her fault if he was willing to put up with the one-sided arrangement. Besides, Chris was in love with her, she knew that, and he figured they would get it on sooner or later…