Dinner went quietly, her parents looked quizzically at her but saying nothing. They had become used to the girl's occasional moodiness and attributed it to adolescent behavior.

But nothing could have teen further from the truth. Even in front of her parents Camey was thinking of Brad, feeling his arms circle her waist while his cock plowed harder and deeper into her cunt. What was happening to her? All she could think about was cock. Struggling through dessert, Camey finally excused herself, saying she'd gotten too much sun.

In bed with her door closed and locked Camey gave herself completely over to her fantasies, rolling on the bed, smoothing her fingers over her tormented body, closing her eyes and pretending Brad was with her. Even in her broken sleep that night the young blonde teen dreamed of cocks hard, stiff, long and thick cocks jerking in front of her face while her burning cunt ached and throbbed and juiced for them.

The following day went badly for the girl. Camey wanted to go to the beach, see Brad, talk with him, although the thought of doing anything else terrified her. She remembered the woman's face, white with anger. No, she was afraid of Karen, afraid of what she'd do to her if she saw her with Brad again. But maybe they could just talk. Oh, if only she could hear his voice again, feel his fingers against her soft flesh!

But Camey stayed home, feeling as if she were going to die of lust at any moment. She remained home all that day, the next, and the next. But the fourth day found her gathering her beach materials together and stealing out of the house in the late afternoon. She couldn't resist walking the four blocks to Ocean Front Walk, turning north and heading toward the weightlifting pit.

As she neared that compound Camey felt her chest tighten and her mouth go as dry as cotton. What would she say to him? Would he laugh at her, or worse, ignore her? Camey didn't think she could take being ignored. For a second she stopped on the Walk, her eyes lowered modestly, her face a mask of intense concentration. In the distance she could hew the sounds of weights being thrown to the ground.