Anyway, it better be soon, she thought as she watched the teenaged boy next door. She wanted a cock so bad sometimes, her cunt felt as if it had actually been set on fire. She knew what a cock felt like thrusting into her cunt; she knew what fucking was. Her experience was limited, but she had been fucked by three boys, and she had loved fucking from the first.

Those times Laurie had given Jack a handjob in the drive-in movies, she had closed her eyes and pretended it was Ray's cock in her fist. She had tried to visualize Ray's prick throbbing excitedly in her hot, eager fist, the precum from his piss hole smearing her fingers.

When Jack came, it was Ray's cock that gushed that sweet, thick jism, not Jack's. She dreamed of getting her hot hand on Ray's cock, playing with it and caressing it, feeling his prick sliding into her cunt and fucking her.

She saw Ray pause again to unclog the mower, and her gaze went immediately downward. She gasped with desire when she saw the head of his cock standing up from the leg of his swimming trunks. She drew her knees up to her firm, round tits, hugging them tightly. She knew if he would look her way, he could see the backs of her thighs, the tan of her legs and the white of her ass cheeks, and maybe – just maybe – some stray curls of her dark cunt hair. She was so excited, the crotch of her shorts were moist from the oozing of her twitching cunt.

Then Laurie saw Ray looking at her.

She smiled brightly, lifting one hand in a wave. On a sudden impulse, she dropped one of her knees, keeping the other tight against her tit. She knew now – because she had practiced it – that her curly cunt hair was exposed by the tightness of her shorts.