"I'd like that," she said.

His heart leaped. His prick leaped.

But then she said, "But I can't tonight, Tommy. I promised to baby-sit for the Jenkins family."

"Shit," he said.

They were at her house. She turned to face him. He was clutching her books tight to his chest, as if refusing to give them up.

She said, "Want to sit on the porch for awhile?"

"Okay," he gulped.

They went up the walk and up the steps. The porch was enclosed and shaded. She nodded at the swing and took the books from him. She went in the house. Tommy sat down on the swing, letting his breath out slowly. It looked as if he had a pretty good chance with her, he figured. A guy could never be sure, though. You could never really believe all the things that you heard. The guys all liked to boast and brag, about the girls they'd screwed and all, and maybe Belinda didn't really put out. Still, she sure acted like a girl that gave it away. Christ! He hoped she wasn't a cockteaser!

She came back out.

"My parents aren't home yet," she said, giving him a look that could only be described as suggestive.

She sat beside him. The swing shifted under their weight and his cock shifted under the weight of his desire.

"They both work, huh?" he said.

"Naw. Only my dad. But my mom goes out a lot, in the afternoons. I'm not sure but – well, I think maybe my mom has a boyfriend."

Tommy gulped.

He found it tremendously exciting to hear a girl talk about her mother that way.

She said, "When she comes home, she always has that sort of glow – like she's just been fucked."

Tommy almost fainted.

Belinda giggled.

He said, "How, how can you talk about your mom like that, Belinda?" and then, before he had even thought about it, he said, "I hear that you fuck."

He bit his tongue.