C Ralston: Overeager teenager

"So what do you say, little girl? Just you and me, up in the mountains this weekend? We could have a lot of fun in this bus!" Paul Markow leered.

Sheree Sable smiled encouragingly, as if she were thinking it over. Her compact little body was stretched to its fullest length as she leaned off the curb, supporting her weight on the passenger's window casing. Her green eyes examined the lush furnishings of the gleaming new custom van as she flirted with its owner.

"It might be fun at that," Sheree winked, "But I've got other plans."

"Yeah, besides, it's real tough to sneak out for a whole weekend when you're only a teenager, Markow!" Johnny Hollister shouted from a group of guys standing near the truck.

Sheree and the man in the van glared at the big football player and his laughing friends. The group was part of the usual Friday afternoon crowd hanging around the frostie stand. It seemed to Sheree and her friend that the whole place was now watching them along with Johnny's guffawing footballers.

Markow fired up the engine in his new toy. The color was rising in his face all the way up to his hairline.

"That's just great!" he growled at Sheree. "The whole fuckin' town will hear about this by tonight! You told me you were eighteen!"

The embarrassed van owner put his rig in first and let out the clutch with a jerk. The bright yellow truck roared off in a cloud of burning rubber.

"See you later, jailbait!" the disgruntled driver yelled at Sheree as she jumped back from the roaring truck.

The voluptuous teenager put her hands on her well rounded hips and looked daggers at Johnny and his friends. Her lips fanned the word "pricks", and she flashed the group a pair of birds before turning on the heels of her sandals and starting up the street.

She had not taken ten steps, butt waggling sexily in the provocative, swaying walk she had developed, when Sheree heard the thump of a large set of tennis shoes hurrying after her.

"Hey, babe, what's your hurry?" Johnny Hollister smiled boyishly as his long strides brought him even with her.

Sheree appraised the tall athlete coolly, as if she weren't seething inside. With his disarming grin, his super build, and his radiant, All-American-Boy, freckles and red-blond thatch of short hair, she had to admit the big brute had a certain charm.

"Why don't you get lost, Hollister?" Sheree asked him as rudely as she could, speeding up her sexy gait.

"Now, now, what's your problem, foxy lady?" Johnny grinned impishly. "You didn't really want to waste a whole weekend with him, did you? I thought you might like to go to a movie tonight with me instead. Hell, I'll even pay!"

"You are low rent, Hollister," Sheree fumed.

"Come on, foxy, don't be that way, this is your chance to move up in class. You got a stop wasting yourself on losers like Markow."

Sheree was too angry to speak for a moment.

She trudged along, searching for the right response, something that would put this lout in his place. Then, it hit her. Why not use what always seemed to work for her?

"And just why do you want to go out with me, Johnny-honey? Do you want to save my soul or something?" the smile intensified as she saw the big football player's face turning pink.

"Why, Johnny, I don't think you're an evangelist at all! You look just like Markow and all those other guys, the way you're undressing me with your eyes right now!"

Johnny's glance shot up to Sheree's face. The reddening teenager kept his eyes away from Sheree's lush little body.

"Yes, indeed, big guy, you look like a man with evil designs yourself," she teased. "Why, I bet you'd like to take me to that show tonight and feel my boobies. And later, after the movie, I'd put money on the fact that you'd like to get my shorts off and fuck my hot little twat until you pumped it full of cum, wouldn't you, baby?"

Johnny had turned beet-red. His lips opened to deny her chiding accusations, but no sound escaped his mouth.

"Yeah, I know that's what you want, Johnny-luv, all you guys are the same. You just want to jam your big, stiff dicks in my tiny pussy and blast me full of jism."

Sheree shook her head, as if this were the sad state of the world and she understood it fully. They had covered the three blocks from the frostie stand on Main Street to the Sables' two-story Victorian home on Chestnut. Sheree walked slowly up the steps, turning as she reached the porch.

"Oh, well, Johnny, I guess one guy's cock is as good as another," she grinned suddenly. "Why don't you meet me at the show, in the lobby at nine tonight, and we'll see how well you fuck!"

Sheree stood admiring herself in a mirror of the theater waiting to start her campaign against Johnny Hollister. Sheree was well equipped for the coming battle. Standing a petite five feet tall, with long auburn hair cascading down to her shoulders, Sheree had hips as tight and well rounded as a halved peach.

Carefully examining the outfit which sheathed her frame like a second skin, Sheree was pleased with the effect. The sun had turned her flawless olive skin a golden brown, which sharply contrasted to the bright white of her well-stretched shorts. The golden tan extended everywhere except for the small triangular patches left by her string bikini. She could see the little flashes of white surrounding the dark dots of her red nipples clearly through the sheer fabric of her blouse.

"Just checking out the merchandise one last time, heh, mama?" Johnny Hollister's confident voice came from the lobby doors behind her. "I had to practically beg to get in here tonight," Johnny smiled down at Sheree and put his arm around her shoulder as they started for their seats. "This thing is R-rated. Guess they're afraid we'll see something we're not supposed to see."

Sheree dug her white Peds into the carpet, halting the couple. She flashed a mischievous smile up at Johnny.

"Why watch when you can do?" Sheree asked in a whisper, placing her hand briefly on Johnny's zipper. She winked at him in the darkness.

"You, you mean – NOW?"

Sheree took the big football player by his highly-touted arm and led him toward the street exit. She grinned at him in the dim light of the parking lot as they left the blackened theatre.

"Uh, yeah, why wait? What the hell!" Johnny tried to sound casual, but the tension in his voice was apparent.

The two walked along in the darkness, Johnny's arm drapped awkwardly over the sensuous teenager's shoulder. They crossed the parking lot and headed down Oak Street.

"I, uh, been wanting to take you out ever since you moved into town a couple of months ago," Johnny finally offered by way of conversation. His hand dropped down onto Sheree's jiggling right breast.

"Well, why haven't you?" Sheree asked with a warm smile, making no move to dislodge the huge paw.

"Let's, uh, cut through here," Johnny suggested suddenly, his voice sounding constricted from the excitement he was obviously experiencing. "It's through the schoolyard, and it's private."

Sheree pretended to yawn, pushing her firm young boob even harder against Johnny's palm. "That sounds like a dynamite idea to me, Johnny-luv," she cooed. "I can hardly wait."

It was apparent from the growing bulge in Johnny's pants that he could hardly wait either, which made Sheree smile. If he got excited enough, he might come in his jeans – the ultimate disgrace for a bragging, self-appointed stud like Johnny Hollister!

Johnny suddenly pulled her to him and down onto the moist grass, his lips parting and his tongue delving into the sweetness behind her open lips.

His hands were on her breasts, urgently kneading and manipulating them through the thin cloth of her blouse. Then she felt the buttons being undone and the kiss of the warm summer night air caressing her naked nipples along with Johnny's fingers.