Hefting her own budding treasures, weighing and measuring them with her eyes, Ginger twisted and turned, trying to make them look bigger in the mirror. No use, she decided, if a boy was turned on by big titties, he'd have to look elsewhere.

Laughing a little at her own vanity, since she knew no boy would ever get to see her breasts anyway, Ginger slipped into a clean bra. She couldn't resist turning and sticking out her provocative, deliciously well developed behind. If the boy were into legs and ass and thighs on the other hand… Ginger giggled aloud at such lewd thoughts.

Suddenly, she heard the door close in the bedroom. Starting to fling the door open, Ginger stopped short when she heard two voices in the bedroom, one Cheryl's – one definitely male!

"Come on, baby, hurry up!" Cheryl was saying. "Little Miss Cold Pussy is liable to get here any time now!"

The boy laughed. "That's one thing about your pussy, honey, it sure ain't cold!"

"Yeah, and it's probably gonna get me into trouble some day!" Cheryl giggled. "But I'm too horny to worry about it right now. Come on, get it out… Oh! Johnny, how I love that big, cute dick of yours!"

Ginger gasped. Was this the same Cheryl Colby who sang in the church choir next to her? Ginger now realized it was herself whom they had been referring to as "Miss Cold Pussy"! They were clearly planning on engaging in the same kind of heathen sex that Ginger had witnessed between Miss Caldwell and Tony George just yesterday!

Had the whole world gone crazy? Ginger asked herself angrily. Did all of her friends fuck each other silly whenever they weren't with her? Was she the only virgin left in her whole high school class?