"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!"