"When do you get out of school?" Steve asked, walking up to Gina.

"I'm out at one," she said, her voice sounding hollow.

"Good," he said. "Want to go have a Coke or something?"

"Sure," Gina almost whispered. "Then I can show you my etchings," she added, regretting the stupid remark.

Obviously Steve didn't think it was stupid at all.

He laughed. "One, then," he said and walked any.

"Some things in life just aren't fair," Steve was saying, as he sat in Gina's living room.

"What's that?" Gina asked, more at ease with Steve now that they had spent a couple of hours together.

"You've seen me without my clothes on, but I haven't seen you that way," he answered.

Gina's heart was pounding in her throat. She wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off, but she was numb with delicious fright. Finally, after several moments, she stood up slowly and managed to smile.

"You want it, don't you?" Steve asked, his voice husky.

"Yes," Gina said. "More than anything."

"Take off your clothes!" Steve commanded.

Gina obeyed, feeling clumsy as she pulled her sweater over her head. She looked at the hungry expression on Steve's face as his eyes locked on her full tits. She shucked off her jeans and stood naked in front of him.

Stove fondled his growing cock with both hands and whispered, "You want it, don't you, you little bitch."

"Yes! Yes, I do!" Gina begged.

"Get on your knees," Steve ordered. "Crawl over here and beg me for it."

Gina lowered herself to her knees and leaned forward on her palms. She crawled over to Steve, her face finally resting between his knees. She raised her hands to hold his rock hard dick as it pressed against the tight material of his jeans. Steve grabbed her by the wrists.