Sheree dug her white Peds into the carpet, halting the couple. She flashed a mischievous smile up at Johnny.

"Why watch when you can do?" Sheree asked in a whisper, placing her hand briefly on Johnny's zipper. She winked at him in the darkness.

"You, you mean – NOW?"

Sheree took the big football player by his highly-touted arm and led him toward the street exit. She grinned at him in the dim light of the parking lot as they left the blackened theatre.

"Uh, yeah, why wait? What the hell!" Johnny tried to sound casual, but the tension in his voice was apparent.

The two walked along in the darkness, Johnny's arm drapped awkwardly over the sensuous teenager's shoulder. They crossed the parking lot and headed down Oak Street.

"I, uh, been wanting to take you out ever since you moved into town a couple of months ago," Johnny finally offered by way of conversation. His hand dropped down onto Sheree's jiggling right breast.

"Well, why haven't you?" Sheree asked with a warm smile, making no move to dislodge the huge paw.

"Let's, uh, cut through here," Johnny suggested suddenly, his voice sounding constricted from the excitement he was obviously experiencing. "It's through the schoolyard, and it's private."

Sheree pretended to yawn, pushing her firm young boob even harder against Johnny's palm. "That sounds like a dynamite idea to me, Johnny-luv," she cooed. "I can hardly wait."

It was apparent from the growing bulge in Johnny's pants that he could hardly wait either, which made Sheree smile. If he got excited enough, he might come in his jeans – the ultimate disgrace for a bragging, self-appointed stud like Johnny Hollister!