She had started letting him come over to the house just a few weeks ago, and sometimes he took her to the soda fountain at the old-fashioned general store and bought her some ice cream. And tonight. Tonight had just happened. Perhaps it had been the moon. And then he had kissed her. He had kissed her before, but always shyly, timidly, as if he were afraid that she would run away from him if he showed any passion.

But it had been different tonight. They had sat down together in the deep shade of the bushes where they could look out at the moon swept yard without being seen. They had moved close together and he had taken her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, a deep burning passionate kiss that she had felt echo clear through her whole being. Her body had responded in a way that had amazed her and in a few minutes they were lying on the ground pressed tightly together, writhing against one another as their accumulated frustrations came to the surface. She knew that she should be even more careful now, that she could ruin the whole of her carefully laid plans, but she was helpless now, ruled completely by the growing fire that burned up between her firm young thighs, brought to life by his hands as they ran up and down over her body with growing urgency.

Danny's fingers slid over her now hotly throbbing breasts and moved down the roundness of her hips to the resilient firmness of her thighs. They began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling it up slowly until he could feel the soft silky fabric of her little white bikini panties. She moaned gently under his insistent touch and pulled him tighter against her. It was then that she felt the sudden shock of something cool and damp being shoved against her unprotected belly, accompanied by a low puzzled whine. She looked up quickly to see her German shepherd, Champ, trying to force his head in between her body and Danny's. He was whining and seemed very upset by their frantic movements, but the girl had no time for him now.