Although she was carefully avoiding his eyes, she could feel his vision burning into her crotch. It was almost as if his gaze had tactile properties, as if her were caressing her with his hot eyes.

Marlene almost creamed.

Mike's voice was rasping as he spoke into the phone. Marlene sneaked a glance over the top of the magazine and smiled when she saw the huge bulge in the front of his trousers.

He wanted to fuck her! She was thrilled. If only he had been a stranger, a delivery boy or someone like that – even if he lived down the street, instead of right next door.

In fact, if Mike had suggested it, Marlene would have fucked him, danger be damned. But Mike had no idea that she was lusting for him. He assumed that she had displayed her pussy by accident and that she would have been outraged if he tried to seduce her. He made his call a brief one. He felt that he had to get out of there before she noticed his hard-on – or before he fainted from the extent of his arousal.

He thanked her for the use of the phone. Marlene walked to the door with him, managing to brush her tit against his arm as she showed him out.

Mike dashed home and jerked off vigorously.

But Marlene didn't masturbate, strangely enough.

She started to. She sat on the couch, in the same position in which she'd let him look at her cunt, and began to rub and caress herself, but she stopped before she reached an orgasm. She was too damn hot to settle for a hand job.

Ht for young cock!

But where in hell could she get some?

She considered several possibilities. She might send herself a telegram and seduce the boy who delivered it, or wander over to the athletic field and try her luck, or go, to the drugstore where young men hung out – but none of those ideas appealed to her very much.

Then she got the brilliant idea that she might drive into the city and find some boy in the slums, someone who hat no idea who she was or where she lived so that there could be – no possible danger of getting found out.