Imprisoned in the arms of some strong young male, panting with desire as the young Lothario expertly slid his knowing fingers over her trembling young body, Angela would pull away at the very last minute, horrified by the knowledge that each encounter brought her a little nearer to the ragged edge of helpless physical surrender. Very quickly, the badgered young girl got the reputation of being a cruel tease, but this was a real mistake on the part of her would-be lovers. If any of them had had a little more patience and psychology, she would have soon tumbled into their waiting beds. As it was, Angela was a very physical girl, or, at least her body was. But, after twenty years of strict parental training, her mind was straight, narrow… and frightened.

And then she met Jack. Jack Sims was more than four years older than Angela. A stint in the army had delayed his academic education, and the young ex-soldier was now in college on the G.I. Bill. He was tall and good-looking, and enough smarter and more experienced than the other young males on campus to be able to have his pick of the girls. One look at Angela was enough to turn the trick for Jack. After two years of slogging through jungles, dodging ambushes, the lovely Technicolor reality of this innocent young coed was enough to guide Cupid's arrow right through the center of his heart. At first a little nervous around the obviously more experienced older man, Angela soon came to treasure the seemingly mature guidance he gave her.

Within a month after their first meeting, both the young people knew they were destined for each other, a state of affairs that removed Angela's last natural psychological protection against the temptations of lust.

One warm spring night she and her young hero were lying on the grass behind the library, protected from prying eyes by a screen of bushes and the dark.