Bob waited to see what she would do, and when she did nothing he tightened his grip on the knocker. He could feel the firm tit beneath her cotton jersey. It was the firmest tit he'd ever grabbed and the most exciting, or so it seemed. He felt her young nipple and noticed that it was as erect as his cock. With his fingertips, he examined the contours of the stiff nipple and the bumpy areola that surrounded it.

Bob felt Betty's hand drop to his thigh. Her hand felt warm but light. He hoped that she would move it closer to his bulging crotch. To encourage her, he moved his own hand toward her crotch. She still didn't move hers, but Bob was on his way to her cunt and there was no stopping now.

Betty was wearing tight-fitting jeans and the denim hugged her thighs like paint. When his hand reached the region of her pussy, Bob could feel the heat radiating from the treasure beneath her jeans, but the cunt was well wrapped and as his fingers pressed against it he couldn't really get a sense of touching a real pussy.

Although Bob was inexperienced, he had learned a lot by listening to the more experienced guys talking about their scores. He knew that there was a magic button in a girls cunt that would drive him nuts with passion if it was touched. Bob knew that the button was located near the front of a twat, and he poked and prodded Betty's cunt hoping to hit that spot.

If he could get her as horny as he was there would be no doubt that she would give him all she had. Bob began manipulating her cunt with more and mare energy, and when he felt her hand on his wrist, pulling his hand away from her hot crotch, he knew he'd blown it.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing, but if you keep that up I'll have too much trouble resisting later," she said.

"Why resist at all?" Bob asked. He could hear the disappointment in his own voice.