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She and Johnny had really cared about each other. They had been tender with each other. Only she couldn't let the boy think that sort of thing could continue between them. That would be wrong.

"Why can I never make people see the way I really am?" she asked herself. She got no answer from the silence of her bedroom. "I'm so bad at expressing myself. I always say the wrong thing." She was sure that, if she had told Johnny more delicately what the situation between tern had to be, he would have understood. She had been crude.

She had hurt him.

She rose naked from her bed and looked at herself in the dresser mirror.

Not bad, she thought as she surveyed her lush body. Her breasts were firm and full and high-set. Her waist was small, only twenty inches. Her hips were smooth and shapely. She turned to the side and examined the taut swell of her ass.

She was a good-looking girl, she had to admit. She couldn't understand why she felt so miserable so much of the time. The pretty girls in the Pepsi commercials always looked like they were having the time of their life.

She slipped into a filmy negligee and headed for the kitchen. She knew tomato juice and Tabasco sauce was supposed to be good for a bad head. And maybe just a dash of something else, she decided. She went to the linen closet and found the vodka. She added a slug to her pick-me-up.

Glass in hand, she headed back to the bedroom. She turned on the TV and looked for something interesting. Nothing.

She picked up a book she had started a couple of weeks back. That too failed to hold her attention. She was restless. As she sat on the bed sipping her drink, she thought back to the previous day. To feel the taste of John's cock in her mouth, of how she must have looked kneeling next to him, making love to his prick that way…

Her thoughts increased her thirst. She finished her dunk and went back to the kitchen for a second. She was in the middle of fixing it when the front doorbell rang.

Without thinking any more of it, she went to the door and opened it wide. The first thing that caught her eye was a pair of saddle shoes standing on the landing.

"Johnny!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm doing here?" he asked impatiently. Before she could stop him, he had entered the house and closed the door behind him. As he stood looking at her, his eyes took in her lush curves underneath their flimsy covering.

"You look great, Sue," he said, and for a moment she saw again the innocent boy she had imagined him to be yesterday. His eyes looked into hers – challengingly, aggressively, and she felt a little thrill of terror.

"Johnny, I don't understand what you want," she began weakly. "But I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I'm not ready for company."

Her voice became stronger as her conviction grew. "Maybe you can come by and visit another time."

He put an arm around her neck and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"You still think you're talking to a kid, don't you, Sue?" He smiled a cockeyed grin at her that was at once mocking and compassionate. "You're going to have to get over that, notion, you know that?"

The boy's brashness was beginning to annoy Sue. The alcohol in her veins gave her courage.

"Listen, Johnny, I don't know what makes you think you can just barge into my house on Sunday morning and…"

He cut short her outburst by again planting his mouth on hers. His tongue stabbed deep into her twat. His hand pinched at her nipple through her negligee. She struggled against him. At last, she managed to break away.

"Johnny… so help me… I'm going to call for help…"

"You just do that!" he challenged her. "And I'll tell the whole world how you sucked my cock yesterday afternoon."

She was dumbfounded. "You wouldn't!"

"Not unless you made me!"

Sue stood stating at the young boy who suddenly seemed so much a man. Just like every other man she knew. Except he was still a boy in many ways. Her mind flashed back to the feel of his cock in her mouth. She realized she felt perversely thrilled by his strength, his attempt, to master her on her own ground.

"I won't make, you, Johnny," she told him meekly.

"Good. That's good."

All during their exchange, his hand continued to pinch and roll the hard tip of her breast. He could see it was having an effect on her. Her eyes were clouding a little. Her lips were parted sensuously. He kissed her again.

"Oh, Johnny," she moaned. She was overwhelmed by his passionate assault on her susceptible nerve-endings. Her whole body was tingling from his touch, his kiss.

"You like what I'm doing to you, Sue?" he asked her.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. He was planting little kisses all over her neck and shoulders. Gradually the flimsy material of her negligee was falling free. He looked down at her. Her front was bare now.

The sight took his breath away. He'd only seen her breasts before. She was beautiful! She was beautiful all over!

He whistled as he gazed appreciatively at her flail tits, her taut waist and smooth belly. "What a woman!" he exclaimed.

She was flattered by his appreciation of her shapely nakedness. She made no protest when he led her back to the bedroom and helped her out of the negligee. She felt like a virgin as she stood naked and defenseless before him while his eyes inspected her. He started to remove his own clothes. She felt a tremor of anticipation run through her.

Despite her convictions, Sue was unable to find the strength to resist the boy. She knew that deep inside, she wanted what he wanted. Her body was tingling all over… crying for him. They had shared something special yesterday, but her body still ached for satisfaction.

She wanted to feel him inside her!

She wanted to feel his lovely teen-aged cock stroking back and forth inside her needing cunt.

Sue watched transfixed as the youth removed his shirt and trousers, then his socks and saddle shoes. His young body rippled with muscles. His stomach was flat and taut beneath it, his cock stood out firm and hard… swollen with desire for her.

"You're very handsome," she told him quietly. Her voice trembled with hunger.

"Not nearly as good-looking as you are," he told her as he pushed her back down onto the bed and lay down next to her. He felt her cunt grinding against his belly as he stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. He ran his hand up and down her soft curves, aching with the need to know this beautiful woman who had done so much for him yesterday.

He had came over here today because he just couldn't leave things as they had been yesterday. He had to fuck her. He had to make them equals. She needed to know it was a man's cock she was sucking yesterday… not a boy's.

"Mmmmm… Johnny…" she moaned as she felt his hand work down over her belly toward her cunt. She hadn't realized until just now how much she had wanted this. Somehow it seemed so right to be lying here naked with the young teen-ager. He knew how to be both firm and gentle with her. That was what she needed.

The boy's breath was coming in heavy pants as he reached down and touched her blood-swollen clitoris. This was something he hadn't dared do yesterday. Today, though, there were no barriers. Today he would have all of her.

"Aaaaagghhhh!" she groaned. His finger on her clitoris felt exquisitely tantalizing. She jerked her cunt up toward his hand, urging him to explore her more. She could feel the moisture escaping from her pussy-lips. Good… it was feeling so good.

"It feels awfully nice down there," he told her. He moved down and began to suck a tit while a hand explored the deep recesses of her pussy. It surprised him how wet she was. Obviously her body had never had any qualms about what it wanted. It had been only her mind that tried to resist him.