"Uh, sure is," he stammered, nervously stroking her back.

She edged her mini skirted thigh close to him, letting it rest alongside his. She could feel their mutual warmth mingling at the touch, and she smiled to herself, an anticipatory gleam filling her green eyes.

He wanted it. He just didn't know how to go about getting cunt. Or he was too damn afraid to try. How was it that all the young fellows she was attracted to were like this? She would just have to coax him, give him some encouragement, and maybe he'd take the hint. He may be inexperienced, but surely he wasn't retarded.

"You know, Mom and Dad won't be back for two days. We've got the complete house to ourselves."

Her fingers slipped inside his shirt and touched the flesh of his belly, tracing circles about his navel. The hair which gathered on his stomach, sparser and shorter than that which grew just a little lower at the base of his cock, tickled her fingertips.

She lightly massaged the slight depression and was reminded of a similar act in a very different place on her own body. Her motion was not unlike the tender strokes she often gave her sweet little pussy as she sought the delicate hump of clitoral flesh, rich with sensitive nerve endings.

She often resorted to finger-fucking herself. It was sometimes her only relief, her only method of releasing the hot desires which welled up inside her nubile young body. Slipping a finger into her cunt was not her favorite way of getting her sexual kicks, but she couldn't always be so choosy, and it was surely the most economical way of getting her tight little cunt a climax.

It was too bad that Phillip didn't have a clit buried in his navel. Things would be easier for all concerned. A few quick brushes of her finger and he would be ready to forget his shyness and aggressively pursue the hot little cunt that he hadn't the sense to realize was his just for the asking.