She wanted to get home, get into her room and think about what had happened. She was confused. Her head was spinning around and around. She needed time to think, time to look at herself and what she'd done. Certainly she'd have to think more seriously about this fucking scene before she faced her stern mother and aunt again.

"Okay, okay, I know when I'm not wanted!" Billy said, pulling his softened cock from her cunt with a sucking, wooshing sound.

Janice shivered, covering her cunt with both hands and watching the young man back down and slide out of the bed. She stared at the long, flaccid thing hanging from between his legs. It had been inside her, causing all those wonderful, wild emotions to boll up inside her. How good that had been! Why had she stopped? Why hadn't she decided to stay with him, let him touch her again, finger her cunt, play with her tits, maybe even stick her pussy? Some of the girls said their boyfriends had done that, although they stopped them dead right after that. Sucking was fine, but fucking was another thing.

"Come on. Let's shower up," Billy said, stretching out one hand.

Shyly Janice eased off the bed and curled her fingers around his. How strong he was, how masterful! Why should she have all these doubts? Hadn't she had a good time?

"Maybe we can talk more about… you know, doin' lots of things later on, you know?" Billy said, hooking one arm around her tiny waist and guiding Janice out of the bedroom into the hall.

"I don't know, Billy. I have to think first," Janice said, feeling her cunt heat up again. No, she had to control herself.

They stepped into the bathroom, Janice pausing by the door while Billy leaned over and turned on the water. She climbed into the sunken tub with the young athlete.

"Stop it, Max!" Linda cried, covering her face with one hand while supporting her body with the other. The sting of his slap made her head whirl around as she backed away from the drunken truck driver. "Get out… get out of my house!" she shrieked.