Cindy groaned, feeling Billy's tongue wriggling into her mouth. She tried drawing away, pressing her hands against him. She was afraid, very, very afraid of going this far. Her mother had told her about men, about the one thing they wanted from a girl.

But Billy was different. He was the star fullback on the high school team. He was kind and so sexy!

He was holding her possessively, his fingers roaming around her back. Soon the blonde felt her body becoming very limp. The warm tingling in her crotch had became more concentrated, more intense while juice seeped from her hot, eager little cunthole. She had never been that wet before, even when she'd necked with Billy in his car. She could feel the narrow cotton crotchband of her panties sticking to her swelling cuntlips. It rubbed and chafed against her clit in a nice way.

Cindy rocked her hips against Billy once more, sighing, as she felt those stinging little spasms rush through her stiffening clit again. And then, when he brought his hands down to her ass and squeezed, the girl thought she would die.

She pressed her hands more firmly against his chest. "No!"

"Wow, Cindy, I knew you were hot for me."

Cindy frowned. "Who told you that?"

Billy grinned, still holding onto her narrow waist. "Nobody. I could see it just from the way you were staring at me. You know, you were looking at me all the time in history class."