Nate's fingers paused for a second at the cotton panties that clung to her upper thigh. Then he petted his way upward until she felt the gentle pressure directly against her cunt! Rebecca grabbed his wrist with both hands. But she had no strength. She couldn't stop him from touching her, stroking her. And as he stroked, her cunt grew even wetter. He knew how wet she was too! Oh, she felt terrible for allowing him to become so intimate. Rebecca had heard sexy stories from girls at school about letting guys feel them up. Now she knew what getting felt up was really like! And it shamed her to know that she was letting it happen to her.

"Don't! Ohhhhh, Nate, stop it, please stop it now!"

She wasn't sure if she meant those words or not. She knew how she should behave and she knew she wasn't coming up to her aunt's standards. Not by a long shot. But with Nate's fingers gouging tenderly at the cotton panel that stretched damply against her young cunt, she couldn't reason or think.

"Does that aunt of yours make you wear these?" he asked.

"Yes." Rebecca felt herself blushing. She thought of someone walking by Nate's car and looking in and she blushed even more.

"How would you like a pair of real silk panties?"

"I couldn't wear them. Not around my Aunt Lana." It felt so odd talking about female undergarments while Nate stroked her cunt. What must he think of her? Yet there was only affection and admiration in his eyes.

"Well, I'm going to buy you some nice ones," he said, bending to kiss her thigh.

"Can I put on my shoe now?"

Nate laughed and shook his head. "You're even more innocent that I'd hoped. But I guess you can if you want. That is, if you'll let me kiss your breasts."