"Oh, baby, I wanna fuck you good… fuck you 'til you can't walk."

The words burned deliciously into her confused brain. Janice murmured the word "fuck" over and over, hardly realizing that Billy was moving her through the opened patio doors. She wanted him to stop. Yet, at the same time, she wanted him on top of her, his fine, strong body pinning her down to a bed while his cock pushed through the tangled hairs of her pussy and split her wide open. Oh, how often she and her girlfriends would sit in the bathroom at school and giggle about guys. None of them had yet dared let a boy do that to them. But, oh, how they wanted dick meat, how they wanted to feel possessed by a man, fucked by a man! Behind their girlish laughter was the nervous tremor of an emerging woman.

"We'll have a good time, baby, and we're not gonna worry about anything," Billy whispered.

He moved his head to one side and flicked his tongue into her ear. The touch sent shivers up and down Janice's spine, taking what little will power she had from her. The room and hall seemed to swirl in front of her. Were they moving somewhere? The light seemed much darker, the air much cooler. Somewhere she could hear the comforting hum of the air conditioners as the two of them glided through the long darkened hall to an open doorway.

"In here."

She found herself in a large bedroom, the curtains having been carefully drawn over the window. In the dim light Janice saw the disarray of the young man's room, an unmade king-sized bed, several tennis rackets on the floor, underwear and athletic gear sticking out from opened bureau drawers, socks on the floor. It was all so masculine. There was a faint odor of sweaty clothing.

Janice backed away from Billy as be closed and locked the door behind him. She felt the backs of her legs brush against the bed. With another shudder the teenager sat down, feeling her ass settle comfortably into the soft mattress.