"No… p-please, Gabe… I'm not…" she mumbled up into his mouth, pulling back only slightly, her objection not entirely convincing, as his hand continued to wander, searchingly, over the warm smoothness of thigh and hip.

"I've got to… have you… Dottie! God! I'm so hot…! I've got to… to fuck you! I love you… so very much!"

She pulled away from him and smoothed down her skirt. "I-I like you, too… Gabe… b-but love… a-and sex… are for marriage… and…" She turned her head away from him.

"Couldn't you learn to love me…?"

Facing him, again, she said, "Y-Yes… maybe… but we can't… well, you know… we couldn't do it… before we…"

"Before we get married…?" He finished her unspoken sentence.

"Yes…"

"… But… if we were sure…?"

"How could we ever be sure?" she asked.

"God, Dottie! I've loved you for months… already… ever since you came to school the first day after you moved here!"

His confession of love for her came from a youthful heart, a heart brimming over with sentimentality, but in truth, it was the virile member, aching for carnal knowledge of her that throbbed out its message there below. His was a common confusion, the misunderstanding of the meaning of love, which is the substitution of sex for love.

Gathering her into his arms, again, he kissed her with brutal force, then more tenderly as she melted against him, her breath beginning to come in short panting gasps; while his hands moved on her, she responded to him more and more until, finally, his searching hand, below, slipped between her thighs… and her legs parted, slightly, to allow him access. God! He almost went insane with desire. Now, he knew that she was aroused… ready to be laid! And, he could hardly wait, as he stroked and massaged the moist warmth of her cunt through the thin nylon barrier of her panties.