Foreword
Laura Drew had had a crush on Bob Nelson from the first day she saw him ambling through the halls of Fairfield High. There was something about him that was strange and interesting. He was a loner. Some of the boys used to refer to him as the "high plains drifter," but never to his face. He had a certain kind of unnerving quality that seemed to confuse most of them. Nobody knew too much about him. He rarely went to any of the school dances and seemed to keep his social life far removed from the school.
The hot, anxious teen was thrilled when he had asked her to take a walk to his van the night of the dance. He had been so tender and kind as he took her clothes off. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted.
Bob began to run his fingers through her long blonde hair. She twisted her head from side to side as he lapped and kissed the straining naked flesh of her neck. Her legs were open to him. She bent them at the knee and rested her feet flatly on the warm mattress. Her lusting hands moved down the small of his back and began to rub firmly at his tight buttocks. She wanted to pull him closer to her. She felt his awesomely large prick suddenly nestle into the outer folds of her pussy. She wanted all of him. He seemed suspended in the uir above her. She gritted her teeth in mad, hungry passion. Every spark of life within her told her that this was the moment that would forever link her childhood with her womanhood.
Suddenly, he crashed onto her.
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed as his thick, ravaging prick plowed into her hole and burst through her hymen. She was a virgin no more.