He didn't reply.

"Answer me!" she screamed.

"I wanted to come in your mouth," he gasped, still trembling from his wild climax.

"You filthy bastard," she sobbed, still trying to sop up the mess.

Absently licking her lips, she was startled by the strange, but rather pleasant taste of his semen. She had expected the thick, sticky fluid to have a vile, filthy taste, but to her surprise, it was quite pleasant.

"Now take me home," she snapped when she had finished cleaning the mess.

"Why get so damned up-tight," he argued. "Lots of chicks suck off their guys."

"Well I'm not sucking you or anyone else off," she glared. "Now take me home."

"What's so fuckin' wrong with suckin' a guy off?" he sighed, turning the key in the ignition.

"If a blow-job is what you want, go find another babe," she sobbed, "but keep that filthy cock away from my mouth."

When Lance stopped the car in front of Robin's house, she jumped out and slammed the door, not bothering to say good night. She heard the noise and boisterous laughter from her parent's party, and, in no mood to face the guests, Robin walked around the house to the garden. It was early and she was too upset to sleep, so she lay on the cool grass next to the patio. She didn't understand how Lance could have been so disgustingly crude with her. If he expected her to suck on his Goddamned prick, she was never going out with him again.

Diane Clayton, Robin's mother, was the life of the party, as usual. Her beauty and boundless energy always put her at center stage at any gathering. Tonight was no exception, and Diane loved the attention she was receiving from the male guests. Having used the summer heat for an excuse, she was not wearing hose, preferring to expose her smooth thighs beneath her short, black skirt. She loved the way men glanced at her legs as she moved around the room.