Thinking of that exciting episode, she frigged her swollen red-hot clit faster and harder, and her whole pussy melted with pleasure. She was panting now, and her cries were shrill and steady. She wondered how it would feel if she let Freddie do this to her, it seemed wickedly exciting to imagine his hand inside her panties, frigging and teasing her clit.

"Ooooo, yeah, Freddie, do it to me," she whimpered. "Get me off – I just love it!"

After Freddie dry-humped her, Tracy had asked one of the older girls at school just what he was trying to do and what made that big hard bulge in his pants. The girl, Margie, was amazed at Tracy's innocence, but Tracy explained that her parents had never told her anything about sex. Margie said that boys had a thing called a cock and that Freddie had been trying to fuck her.

Those words didn't mean much to Tracy. She only knew that being alone with Freddie could get pretty damned exciting. Now as she kneaded her soaked swollen clit, she imagined Freddie was doing it to her and that made her doubly excited. She felt the pleasure building in her body until she could hardy stand it! Just a few more seconds, and she'd come.

Just then she heard a car pulling into the driveway. "Shit!" she gasped.

Tonight, of all nights, the Nelsons had to come home early. She was so close to coming, she could have screamed. Her jeans were sill unzipped, her panties tugged down and she didn't have time to straighten out her clothes. There was a blanket hung over the back of the couch, and Tracy grabbed it, covered herself. And pretended to be asleep. This was nothing unusual. Often when the Nelsons were out late, she spent the night on the couch.