"You little cock-tease!" he growled, shoving his hand between her legs.

Her thighs were smooth and warm and they clamped together over his invading hand, then very gradually opened to allow him to push farther up the forbidden split until his fingers encountered her panties.

Blodgett remembered feeling that maybe somebody ought to pinch him and wake him up… this had to be a dream, sitting here with the Lauralee Quigg… feeling each other up in full view of anyone who wanted to look and be God-damned if he could tell which of the two of them was the hottest. Lauralee's eyes had a glazed look and she was breathing fast and jerky… "Shall we get out of here?" he whispered.

"Yes!" she wiggled away from his obscenely probing fingers just as they slid under the tight elastic leg-band of her pants. She stood up and he had hastily thrown some money on the table and followed her. Lauralee had insisted on driving, but instead of taking to the highway she simply drove behind the roadhouse, right into a field. He thought the car would hang up in the soft earth, but she spun it under a big tree and right there is where they did it. He had wanted to put the top up in the convertible but Lauralee was too eager to wait… he smiled faintly, recalling that zippers were new in those days and the pants of his uniform had a button fly. Lauralee had the buttons undone in seconds, and she took his aching cock out.

"Oh, Johnny!" her voice was awed, "It is big. Lord, I never saw one like that… you'll kill me with it!" and she had bent over him, her long golden hair falling over his genitals, brushing against his heavily loaded balls while she kissed the tip of his penis and then ran her little pink tongue all around it like she was licking an ice cream cone. Groaning with his desire to get into this incredible little witch, he tore at her dress… pulling it down to expose her youthful breasts with their high, pointed contours and virginal tiny nipples.