He wished that he had a cigarette, so that he would appear worldly and that, by offering her a smoke, he would have an excuse to address her.

But such things weren't necessary with Belinda.

She knew how desirable she was and she knew exactly why Tommy was standing there.

Belinda was agreeable.

She didn't have a boyfriend at the moment and Tommy was a good-looking young man who, if the bulge in his jeans was not deceptive, had a big prick.

She walked straight up to him and smiled.

"Oh, hello," he said, just as if he hadn't seen her coming. He stuck his hands in his his pockets, just to get them out of the way. But that action tightened his jeans and threw his crotch into prominence.

"Hi, Tommy," she said.

He was taller than she was. Her gaze slid down his torso and stopped, unabashedly, at his groin.

Tommy's cock got bigger. Oh boy! thought the lusty fellow.

"Want me to carry your books?" he asked.

"Sure."

She handed him the books. He fumbled with them. He wasn't sure if he should hold them down low enough to hide his growing hard-on or not.

They walked off side by side.

The path was wide but Belinda moved close to him, so thr her hip brushed against him with every stride. They made small talk about school. Each time she said something, Belinda turned toward him, twisting from the hips, so that her tits brushed his arm. Tommy began to sweat.

His prick was getting bigger and bigger. Belinda did not live far froth the school and Tommy figured that was just as well – a mile or two of this and his cock would be so large. That he would have to walk bowlegged, his cum-full balls like a saddle between his thighs and his big prick jutting up.

He had a vision of adorable Belinda riding his loins as if they were a bronco.

They turned onto her street.

Tommy summoned his courage and, not looking at her, said, "Say, I was wondering, Belinda – if you aren't doing anything tonight, maybe we could go to a movie or something?"