John Romero

Coed camp

CHAPTER ONE

Dan groaned. He had been trying for over two hours to make out with his girl friend, and the best he could do was to fondle her big, firm tits through her dress and bra. Angie had meant it when she said nothing doing until they were married.

"I'm saving myself for you, Dan honey," she said sweetly but definitely, crossing her shapely legs and pushing his hand away from her thighs.

"I don't want you to save yourself anymore, Angie," he said. "I'm here now. I want you now, baby."

His swollen cock throbbed painfully against the crotch of his tight levis, and a dull ache was building up in his balls.

"When we're married, Danny, it'll be all yours, she said, lacing her fingers behind his neck and pulling his head to hers for a long, passionate kiss.

They were sitting on the porch glider in the patio of Angie's home. It was a warm early June night, and the moon shone across the leaves of the slim poplar tress bordering the wide yard of the Morgans' luxurious home. Mr. and Mrs. Morgan had gone to a party at the country club, and Dan and Angie both knew they wouldn't be home a long time. Her kid brother Robbie was sound asleep upstairs. The time and the place were perfect.

Dan eased the tip of his tongue between her slightly parted lips, and for a moment her breath quickened and her fingers dug into the back of his neck. His hand moved to her full round thighs, bare below the rising hem of her mini-skirt. Her legs started to move apart and he pressed a bit harder to slide his hand between them.

Then she abruptly broke away, clamping her thighs more tightly together.

"Now Dan," she said, "you're just getting yourself all worked up for nothing. I promised my mother I'd wait until after we're married, and that I'd be a virgin on my wedding night."