"Listen, Johnny-luv, I'm a little tired tonight. That first came you gave was a real knockout and I don't think I could give your cock the kind of ride I'd really like to," Sheree lied convincingly. "Why don't we try it again tomorrow night?"

"We can't do anything tomorrow night that we can't do right here and now," Johnny was insistent. "Lay down!"

"Ohh, but we can!" Sheree's mind was racing. "We can have a couple of belts first. I get really turned on and ready for anything after a few drinks and we can take our time and fuck in a bed, instead of the hard ground!"

"Where?" the voice was suspicious, but the vise around Sheree's ankle loosened a little.

"At my place!" Sheree rushed on. "There's a small travel trailer right next to my folks' house, in that vacant lot. I sleep out there in the summer a lot. We could ball all night!"

"Yeah?"

"You bet, Johnny-luv! My folks go to bed at about ten, you show up at around eleven, I'll let you in and," Sheree's voice became a sexy promise, "we can fuck all night long!"

CHAPTER THREE

The next night at ten-thirty, Sheree lay staring up at the stars through the open vent in the trailer roof. She reveled in the feel of the cool breeze pushing at the closed drapes and, the sensation caused by her fingers roaming the hills and valleys of her own nude body.

The nubile teen let her mind drift, knowing it would soon float back to Johnny Hollister and the wonderful come his fingers and lips had given her the night before. That was what was so cool about sleeping out here in the summer – you could finger yourself off all night and no one knew the difference.

Idly, Sheree began teasing her clitoris again as her other hand stoked her nipples. She thought about Johnny's lips on her tits, and how great his finger had felt caressing her juicy cunt. She was almost sorry that he wasn't here right now. Maybe she'd even let him be the first to fuck her!