"Yes," she said.

"You won't be after tonight," he promised.

She had somehow expected him to do the honorable thing and take her home when she'd admitted to being a virgin. But she realized then that Timmy wasn't a very honorable boy, and she also realized that she was about to get fucked.

Fucked! She was going to get fucked! She said the word over and over in her mind and each time it sounded terrible. Something that girls whispered about. Something that gave girls a reputation that she could never live down.

Yet she knew she didn't want him to stop.

"That's enough," Timmy said. "I don't want to come yet."

Timmy pulled her hand away from his cock. Marilyn didn't know what was going to happen next but she didn't have long to wait before she found out.

"Sit up," Timmy said.

She sat up and Timmy peeled the sweater off of her. She sat lifeless as he also pulled her blouse off. She shivered as the cool air touched her naked skin.

"You're looking good," Timmy said. "I told David they were real but he wouldn't believe me. Help me take your bra off."

She helped his fumbling fingers unsnap her bra and she lifted her arms so that he could draw it off her. She looked into his hot eyes that devoured her naked flesh and she grew shy. She put her arms across her naked titties.

"Move your arms," Timmy commanded. "I want to look at them. They're beautiful!"

She dropped her arms reluctantly and Timmy grinned at her.

"Whoever would think a little girl like you would have a pair of titties like that?" Timmy whispered.

He put both his hands against her flesh and squeezed gently.

"Feel good, too," he said. "You're a perfect little woman."

His hands left her titties and he pushed her once more onto her back. His hands tugged at her skirt until he had it at her waist. His fingers went underneath the top of her panties.