Craig Taylor

Warming her young body

CHAPTER ONE

Billy drove much too fast on the icy roads. Sueanne supposed that the frantic driving, skidding and slipping over the glassy shoulders of the road, was to impress her. "Boys do some dumb things to impress young girls," her daddy had told her, many times. She wished her daddy were here right now, behind the wheel of this old Chevy, driving it cautiously through the blizzard. She always felt safe with Daddy at the wheel.

Sueanne hung onto the edge of the dashboard as Billy took a turn, so quickly that the hind wheels of the car seemed to fly in the opposite direction, off the road entirely.

"Please, Billy," she begged again, "slow down. I want to get home in one piece."

Billy grinned across the dark seat at her. "You'll get home eventually," he promised. But she knew that she wouldn't be in one piece if Billy had his way. She knew that Billy's sole purpose in taking her to a football game fifteen miles from home and spending eleven dollars feeding them both afterward, was to impress her. His reason for the wild and crazy driving was to assure her of his bravery, his maleness. And that his goal for this evening was the thin membrane, her cherry, that had stayed for sixteen years untouched between her thighs.

"Slow down," she pleaded again. They were on the old country back road and there were no streetlights, only the white glint of the moon through the falling snow and the streamers of light across the ice-packed road. "Slow down, please!"

Billy hit the brake with his scuffed cowboy boot and the car shimmied to a stop, spraying snow up all around them.

"How's this?" He reached over to the dashboard and turned the heating knob to 'high'. "This slow enough for you?"

She breathed with relief that the car was stopped but her eyes widened with nervousness as Billy's grinning face came toward her and his chilly lips covered her mouth, forcing his hot tongue into her mouth. Oh, she'd been tongue-kissed before, a couple of times, but she had never liked it. And it was always followed by the boy's grimy hands grabbing for her pert, young breasts and rubbing at the V between her thighs.

"Stop, Billy."

She tried to push away but he held on tight, spearing her clenched teeth with his tongue. She felt his calloused hand pushing under her coat, finding her breast and squeezing it roughly. She continued to push at his shoulders as he rubbed the palm of his hand over her breast as though he were polishing a car.