Ann began gathering her books and papers up. She tried not to, but instinctively she took a quick glance at him, her eyes resting for a second on the bulge in his crotch.

"Could we be friends?" he asked quietly, moving closer to her.

Losing complete control over her actions, Ann heard herself say, "Why don't you come over tonight and we'll talk about it?"

"You mean you'd trust me after the other night?" he asked, his mouth gaping open.

"Certainly," she said. "Now that we're friends."

He looked at her longingly. "Could I come over right now?" he asked. "I promise I won't…"

"Don't make any promises you can't keep," she said, feeling disgusted yet surprised with the seductive tone in her voice.

Ann unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away, exposing his chest. She bent her head slightly, brushing her lips between the well-sculptured mounds of his pectorals.

Johnny flinched slightly when she began fingering his belt buckle. His cock was pressing painfully against the tight material of his jeans. He moaned when she unzipped him, allowing his prick to bob forward against her palm.

In a few moments, he stood there looking like a bronzed, young God.

She slowly began undressing, her eyes on his. As her full, firm breasts slipped out of her bra, she saw a hungry, flashing spark in his expression. Not until she had fully unclothed, did he make a move.

"You are beautiful!" he said with a whisper, pulling her into his arms. Her throbbing nipples dug into his chest, causing him to shiver. "So fucking beautiful!"

He pulled her toward the bed and gently lowered her on her back, climbing on top of her body. He spread her legs with his knees and tenderly nuzzled his ballooning cockhead against the furry opening of her slit.

"Fuck me!" Ann moaned. "Fuck me like you would have the other night!"

"You sure you can take it?" he asked, inching his cock between the slippery folds of her cunt opening.