"The name's Shari… Shari Williams. I'm on the greeting committee. The only reason they let me stay on is 'cause my father owns half the city. Say, you like what you see over there?"

Vickie felt a blush of shame. She'd been caught staring at those two young men. She lowered her eyes and moved the coffee cup around the saucer.

"No problem. The tall black-haired one's Jeff Zimlak – kinda macho, don't you think?" Shari said, folding her arms against her tits and resting against the back of the chair. "They say he's really… well, you know, got something to really offer a girl."

Vickie felt her stomach turning over. She'd never heard this kind of talk before. Even though she was extremely attractive with large, pendulous tits and slim, boyish hips, the young girl always commanded respect from both her few dates and few friends. No one ever brought up the idea of sex, let alone the body organs involved. Her mother had been a very pious, very cold woman who had instilled her chilled piety into her daughter. And now…

"I don't know what you're talking about," Vickie whispered in a trembling voice. How could she he like that? She certainly did know what the brunette was talking about.

The young woman flashed her eyes over Jeff's body. He was wearing a tight-fitting white cotton T-shirt with matching white tennis shorts gathered in front, revealing a hefty bulge that hinted at his cock-size. Standing there, talking casually with his friend, Jeff Zimlak made Vickie breathe harder and more irregularly. His black beard, his moustache, his white teeth, those thick-muscled arms and legs – everything about him made the blonde teenager hotter by the second.

"Sure you do," Shari said in a confidential whisper. "I can get him over here if you want."

"Don't, don't you…"

But it was too late. Shari flashed her a wickedly mischievous smile and moved quickly to the other side of the room.