Suddenly she thought she had been saved because Timmy let go of her. She breathed a sigh of relief because she'd known she was about to lose her virginity. Then she looked at him and her eyes almost bugged out.

Timmy had unzipped himself and he'd pulled his large prick through his trousers. She stared at it in horror. It was entirely red except the blue veins at the head and the tiny hole seemed to be blinking at her.

"Touch me, Marilyn," he said.

"Oh no, Timmy," she said. "I couldn't do something like that."

"You're beautiful, Marilyn," he said. "You're a woman. I know you know how to satisfy a man. I know you do. A girl as pretty as you."

She was trying to argue with him but yet there was something that kept her from stopping him. She didn't understand. Perhaps it was simply because he was interested in her and nobody really had been before. She could make him happy. He wouldn't say anything about her being too short or her being too big on top. Slowly she allowed her hand to be drawn toward him. She jerked back as her fingers touched the swollen sword of his flesh.

"I can't," she whispered. "Yes you can, Marilyn," he said. "Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Then let me show you how," he said.

He pulled her hand back to his swollen flesh and he wrapped her fingers around him. His skin felt loose and sweaty and he showed her how to move her hand up and down.

"That's the way, Marilyn," he said.

"Am I beating you off?" Marilyn asked.

Marilyn had heard the expression used and she'd always been curious about it.

"You are beating me," he answered. "You're beating me off. You mean, you've never touched a boy before?"

"No," she said.

"Then you're a virgin," he said. He sounded astonished.