Jill sucked in her breath as she heard a slight rustle outside. She lay perfectly still. Moments later, a large shadow appeared before the window, and then two hands raised the sash almost noiselessly.

Chris climbed into the room and tiptoed over to the bed, as quiet as an Indian. He was barefoot, as usual – he hated wearing shoes, and his broad muscular chest was bare above dirty Levi's.

"Hello, beautiful," he said, sitting down quickly on the bed and planting his full, sensuous mouth on hers. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his hot tongue into her willing mouth and laving her oral cavity for all he was worth. Jill put her bare arms around his neck and drew him close to her. Her pussy was already tingling with anticipation and her young nipples began to harden under her sheer cotton nightie as they were crushed under the hardness of his bare chest muscles.

Jill's long wavy hair was spread against the soft white pillow as her brawny boyfriend began to move one of his large strong hands up her side and between their bodies, seeking one of her ripe nipples. He continued to French her mouth as he raised up slightly on the other elbow so that his hand could have greater access to her upthrust mound, and he kneaded the pliant flesh between his fingers and churned it round and round, causing the teenage brunette to become even more excited. A feeble mewl from her throat goaded him on, and soon he was fumbling with the flimsy string ties down the front of her gown, exposing more and more of her warm, naked flesh.

Finally, he reared back and straddled her helpless form, sitting on his knees, and parted the nightie completely, leaving Jill totally nude except for the matching bikini panties.