"Just relax. I've got a bed you can lay down…"

"No!" she cried again, curling her fingers into two fists. No, she couldn't give in! This was awful! He'd purposely led her into his apartment to fuck her, and she'd blindly walked in. Vickie felt every nerve ending in her body tense as she backed away from Jeff and headed for the door. Her heart was pounding so hard she was certain he could hear it. And, oh, how dry her mouth was!

"You just don't know how to take it easy here. We take it kinda easy here on campus, and I know a great way to relax."

Vickie's mouth opened as she watched him drop one hand and start to rub his fingers against his hard hunk of cockmeat. When he pressed the white material of his shorts against his prick, the young blonde teenager could make out the flared spongy head of his cock. This was filthy, perverted! She had to get out of his apartment fast!

"You let me go! Let me go or I'll scream for the police!" Vickie threatened. Her words made Jeff stop for a second, his smile fading to a frown.

"I don't think you really want to go, do you?" Jeff said, resuming his cock massage. He was staring at her, his eyes seeming to bore into her innermost thoughts. Vickie blushed furiously. He knew, he knew! She was breathing harder now, her mind spinning dizzyingly around and around while her hands jerked out for anything to help her stand up. She grabbed onto the back of the sofa she'd been sitting on and leaned against it. Ohhhh, how hot she was! The friction of her cunt-lips over her swollen clit when she moved was sapping her strength and will. She felt so shaky, not herself at all!

"Yes, I want to go," she whispered, not daring to look Jeff in the eye.

"You want to lay down in that bed, don't you Vickie." His voice had become authoritative, strong. She shivered, closing her eyes and digging her fingertips into the soft cushion. "You want to go back in that bedroom, take off your clothes and relax, don't you?"