Pulling her down on the cot beside him, the handsome young man grinned at Betsy. "Was that the first time that you ever saw some chick giving a guy a blow job?"

Betsy was so embarrassed and shocked by Rick's blunt question that she had to hide her face in her hands.

Rick chuckled and Betsy was so shaken that she didn't react when he slipped his arm around her shoulders. "A pretty little chick like you shouldn't have to rub her cunt against a seat just to get off," Rick whispered. "At least not when there's someone like me around to take care of you."

He didn't give Betsy a chance to protest. Rick knew exactly what to do and he did it with such ease that Betsy didn't know what was happening to her until she found herself lying flat on her back with the good looking head usher bending over her.

He kissed her and this time, when she felt the pressure of his tongue, the trembling little girl knew what was expected of her. She opened her mouth and let his muscular, slippery tongue slip past her lips and search for her own. At the same time, the older boy's hands were moving over Betsy's hips and down her smooth, hairless thighs.

She was so surprised that she couldn't resist him. Rick's knowing hands drifted down over her bare thighs and each splayed finger left a glowing path of excitement on her flesh.

Their tongues were flicking and lashing against each other and with each passing second, the inexperienced little girl became hotter and more eager. Shyly, Betsy's arms lifted and wrapped around Rick's neck. She used her hold to lift herself off the bed and press her glowing body against his while he caressed her thighs and gently pushed them apart.

Betsy shuddered when she felt the boy's hand pressing against the silk-soft flesh of her inner thighs and she lifted herself again, using her splayed feet to press herself against his muscular body.