At this point, however, she was uncertain what to do. Tad had hooked one arm around her as they sat on an old cot, their knees hardly touching. Yet she shivered at that light contact, feeling an electric charge of sexuality crawl up her thighs and make her pussy hot and wet. Strange tingling sensations broke out between her toes while her breathing became more labored.

"What my father thinks or doesn't think doesn't matter," Emily said defensively. Tad glanced at her sideways, a smile on his lips.

"Then prove it," he whispered, sliding his arm a little farther around her waist.

The blonde teen felt a pull toward Tad. There was a kind of cockiness, a roughness, a sense of male superiority that excited her the way nothing else in the world had. And now he was doing strange things to her, things that made her clit shiver and pop out. It throbbed so hard, so achingly hard. The young girl rubbed her legs together slowly, keeping her knees pressed tightly together while trying to fight down the waves of excitement lapping at her fluttering pussy.

No, no, it's wrong! she told herself, drawing away from the young marine.

"Man, I don't know what the hell you want," he said gruffly, jerking away and standing up. He walked in front of her, running his fingers through his hair while breathing heavily. Emily leaned back when she noticed a large bulge behind the fly of his khaki's. Her fingers were shaking, turning icy. Could she actually go through with… doing something with him? The thought danced mischievously in her head and almost made her giggle.

"I… don't know either. I just… I just want to talk, I guess," Emily said, dropping her eyes when she saw the surprised look on Tad's face.

"To talk!" he repeated, laughing angrily and shaking his head from side to side. The young man sat back down next to Emily. "Baby, when we came in here, talkin' was the last thing on my mind. I thought we had something else better to do, know what I mean?" he whispered softly in her ear, flicking out his tongue and teasing her earlobe.