Chapter 8

“C’mon, show me what’s under there,” he prodded, and Jennalee whirled away laughing, unable to summon a quick retort and finally, any retort at all. “You’re not gonna tell me this is some kind of game, are you?” He was working his member in earnest now, panties at the base. He kept a grin throughout the exchange, but Jennalee felt something other than amusement. She wished she still had her panties under her skirt. “How old are you anyway?” he asked.

“Eighteen.”

“Sure.”

“I am. I graduated last month from Malvern High.”

He was shaking his head. “Sixteen’s my guess and cherry still ripe.”

“Wrong!” Soon as she said it, she wished she hadn’t.

“So you’re fucking the farm boys?”

“I do what I want when I want.”

“So do I. And you know, you’re the best-looking thing I’ve seen in a long time. I think we could have us one wild weekend and hey, I can always come back up. It’s not a bad ride if it’s worth my while.”