Chapter 2

It was nearly midnight, and Laurie was alone with Tom in his private motel room, keyed up and anxious. The dynamic sales training Vince and Sue Caldwell had pounded into the six boys and girls had left Laurie with dollar signs glittering in her lovely brown eyes. The group training had been over for almost an hour, and for the last thirty minutes Laurie had been secluded with her helpful boy friend, practicing on him the sexy sales pitch Sue had taught the girls to use on men only, assuring them it would increase their commissions enormously.

Much to Laurie's astonishment, she found that flaunting her sexuality as she practiced the teasing procedure on Tom was making her erotically uncomfortable. She kept going through the spiel again and again, and each time it gave her a little more sensual discomfort. She wasn't sure how much the sexy approach to selling magazine subscriptions to male prospects would increase her commissions, but she was shocked by the fact that performing it repetitiously on Tom, alone with him in a motel room, was certainly increasing her unwanted sensation of wantonness enormously. She tried to hide her insane arousal as she went on practicing the pitch, but she was exuding sex for the sake of a hypothetical sale and her subconscious bent toward exhibitionism was getting to her. Her breath was becoming labored and her voice throaty, with her little pussy fairly glowing and producing so much hot juice she could feel it wetting the insides of her feverish thighs.

Having no idea she was actually turning herself on, Tom, who was getting tired of hearing the sales pitch, decided to have a little fun with the girl he loved while pretending to be only helping her out. The way Laurie was pouring on the sex appeal had caused Tom to perch on the edge of the bed in order to conceal his unpreventable erection. But he no longer wanted to hide it from her. Standing up suddenly and letting his bone-hard, seven-inch dong strain against his tented trousers, he looked down at his loins and asked, "What are you supposed to do if you have this effect on a male prospect, Laurie?"

Interrupting her canned speech, Laurie allowed her gaze to follow Tom's downward glance. Her innocent eyes grew larger as they fixed themselves on his bulging crotch. In her present condition, the sight was luridly thrilling as well as fearsome to the young girl. She had to force her head back up as she gasped, "Tom, for heaven's sake! That won't h-happen . . . will it?"

"It might," Tom warned, grinning lewdly. "You ought to decide beforehand what you're going to do, just in case. And what do you do if... " he asked, cutting his question short and following through with a demonstration. He reached out and grasped both of Laurie's large, upthrust breasts in his hands, squeezing them through her blouse and brassiere before she realized he was going to touch her.

"Stop it, Tom!" she squealed, slapping his hands away when actually her mounting desire urged her to fling herself into his arms. She caught a mental glimpse of some handsome man in an unknown house reaching out and boldly fondling her sensitive titties the way Tom just had, and it sent a frantic, fearful thrill careening about in her belly. "No decent man would ever do that to a salesgirl!" she wailed.

"True," Tom admitted, and sensing that he was getting to her, he pressed on. "But what if you happen onto some horny bastard who grabs you, like this, and ..."

Again Tom demonstrated for Laurie what might possibly happen to her when she was out selling magazine subscriptions with the aid of Sue's sexy approach. He grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed, mashing his chest against the soft globes of her bosom as he grappled with her and forced his hand between her knees.

"Tom!" she screeched, struggling against him, pushing at his oppressive body and attempting to throw him off her. Her heart raced out of control as she fought a losing battle with her rising desire and the fear of intercourse it inevitably brought with it. "Stop it, honey! What's the matter with you?!"

The youth's strength was greater than hers, and he managed to force his hand high up under her dress, letting it skid jerkily along in the satin vise of her clamped-together thighs, with a melange of conflicting emotions when she felt his fingertips brush intimately against the soaked band of sheer nylon covering her inflamed crotch. "Don't dooo that! You mustn't. . . touch me . . . THERE!!!"

The moist warmth of her upper thighs told the young man that his valiantly resisting girl friend was much hotter than she wanted him to think. He kissed her open, pleading mouth, thrusting his tongue all the way into it as he wedged his hand higher between her moist, silky thighs. With Laurie thrashing wildly and trying to talk around his darting tongue, he strained to get his hand higher yet.

It skidded to the very tops of her held-together thighs and came to rest palm-first on the girl's overheated pubic area. The instant he touched her secret spot, Tom felt a tremor sweeping through Laurie's body.

Laurie felt the deliciously sinful tremor, too, with every raw nerve of her tingling being. As it passed through her, it sapped her will to resist and robbed her of her strength. Gone for the moment was her insane fear of pregnancy, along with her power of mental reasoning. She was overwhelmed with the primeval urge to copulate, and like a bitch in heat she let her legs fall open and emitted a whimper of pleasured surrender.

The sudden yielding was as much a surprise to Tom as it would have been to Laurie, had she been consciously aware of it. But the proper young lady's mind was boggled by lust, and being female to the core of her innermost being, it was only natural for her to submit to the forceful male.

As the milk-white gates of her thighs faltered and fluttered open, bidding Tom's hand a timorous welcome, he filled his eager palm and fingers with her most desirable parts. The nylon crotchband of her panties was literally soaked with the slippery substance oozing from the hairy slit between her twitching legs.

"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhh," Laurie panted, writhing with bliss when Tom began rubbing her blood-engorged vulva through its thin nylon covering. Her dulled conscience prodded her weakly, telling her how sinful she was to allow her privates to be caressed, but she was too far gone to listen. She felt like Eve eating the apple. She knew it was forbidden, but it was so irresistible that she didn't care. Laurie threw back her head and flung her legs wide apart, moaning incessantly as wave after wonderful wave of scalding-hot pleasure ricocheted around in her virginal loins.

When Tom slipped his hand inside her briefs and cupped her puffy sex-folds, she knew she should stop him before things got completely out of hand. But she didn't want to stop him. The illicit thrill he was giving her was outrageously good, and she felt like shouting, MORE. . . OH, GOD, MORE!!!

There was no shouting, though. Laurie was burning up with sexual hunger, but her subdued sense of propriety wouldn't allow her to admit it vocally. All she could do was cling to her boy friend, gasping and moaning, as she felt his fingers parting her slick, blood-congested labia. Then he grasped her throbbing pleasure button between his thumb and forefinger, and a brilliant burst of light blinded her. At the same instant, she felt a jagged lightning bolt of red-hot bliss shooting up her bucking body. When the electric like charge struck her already dazed mind, it sparked around in her head until her inhibitions were charred and left short-circuited.

"Aaaah . . . ahhhh!" she cried, shuddering and bowing upward when the youth began rolling her ultrasensitive clitoris and driving her nearly out of her mind.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Tom asked, himself every bit as excited as Laurie. Tom could scarcely believe she was finally letting him touch her adorable little pussy again, and this time he intended to screw her. No matter what she said, if she let him get even a fraction of an inch of his weeping, pulsating glans into her, he planned to give her the rest of his fat dick, thinking that once she had it all up her hot little belly it would put an end to her resisting and his suffering from then on. "Tell me, Laurie! Jesus, I like your pussy, honey! It's so hot and sweet! Does this feel good?" he rasped, and batted her fiery red button rapidly with the tip of his finger.

"Ohhhh!" Laurie squealed, her hips wriggling crazily and her breath bursting from her gaping mouth and dilated nostrils. "G-Gooddd . . . sooo GOOD! OH... OH, TOM... UUNNNN. . . AHHHH... UUUNNNGGGAAAAHHHHH!"

"Are you coming?" he whimpered. "Jesus! Already?"

"COMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!" she cried, then she began sobbing and shuddering uncontrollably as her still-unpenetrated pussy twitched convulsively and her insides spasmed with the churning bliss of orgasmic release.

Tom had dallied briefly but too long, and his throbbing rod was again denied the pleasure of exploring Laurie's veiled vagina. Once the uptight girl had had her climax, her outraged conscience swung back into action. The forbidden pleasure she'd taken from Tom's hand was paid for in full by the scathing sense of shame and humiliation which washed over her almost immediately afterward. Tom didn't have the heart to force himself on her, what with Laurie crying and hiding her face in her violently shaking hands.

By ten the following morning, Vince had assigned the six boys and girls to their first-day's sales routes. Laurie was the last one he dropped off, and as she walked away from the small bus he and Sue used to transport their crew and sales supplies, she heard him call, "Don't be afraid to turn it on, Laurie. You've got it, so use it. Go get 'em, tiger!"

She laughed and waved good-bye as he drove away. When she'd found herself alone with him in the bus, she'd remembered the awful goosing and had been afraid he might try something. Now she knew better, and she was relieved to learn that she, not Tom, had been right about Mister Caldwell. He wasn't such a bad guy. All he wanted was for her to sell lots of magazine subscriptions, and that was exactly what she intended to do. She was working on a commission basis, so the more she sold, the more money she made.

Laurie began knocking on doors and going through her memorized pitch, using the "working my way through college" appeal without resorting to playing on her physical charms. She did fairly well, or so she thought until Vince brought her lunch and checked her records while she ate it on the parked bus.

"You're lagging, Laurie. The others are all way ahead of you," Vince lied. "What seems to be your problem, honey?"

"I thought I was doing great," Laurie said, blinking back her urge to cry.

Vince shook his head. "Afraid not, baby. And I can tell why you're not doing as well as you should just by looking at your forms. They're all signed by women. You haven't sold a single man."

"But I haven't talked to very many men," Laurie protested. "Mostly, women answer the door. The men are at work."

"Not all of them. A lot of shift workers live in this section. How many men have you pitched, Laurie?"

"I don't know . . . seven or eight."

"How many?" Vince asked, cocking his head.

"A dozen maybe, but no more than that," Laurie insisted.

"With your looks, if you've pitched a dozen men, you should have sold at least six of them."

"I tried!" Laurie wailed, knowing that she really hadn't done her best with the men.

"How did you try?"

Laurie shifted uneasily in the bus seat. She'd been afraid to turn on the sex, because it excited her to tease a man.

"You pitched the men the same way you've been pitching the women, didn't you, honey?"

Laurie nodded guiltily. Just thinking of exuding sensuality to strange men gave her a scary thrill.

"You've gotta give the men the sexy approach. Believe me, kid, it works, and coming from you, they'll eat it up."

"I can't do it, Mister Caldwell! I tried, but. . . it embarrassed me! I'm just not the sexy type, I guess."

"Pardon my French, Laurie, but I've gotta say bullshit to that. Look in the mirror lately? Why do you think I have you girls wear those white low-cut blouses and tight, short black skirts? Not too low-cut or too short, are they?"

"No, sir," she replied, squirming uneasily.

"They're presentable outfits. Women don't complain. On girls less well endowed, they'd go unnoticed. But they don't go unnoticed on my girls, because I pick my girls to fill them out.

Enough pretty girl is revealed to tease a man, but not enough so that he'll get the idea your morals are loose. Do you get the picture now? You're safe. You're dressed almost conservatively, what with those black loafers and the green socks reaching nearly to your knees. You give the impression of a sexy little girl, honey, and sexy little girls can tease with impunity, up to a point, and get their way nearly every time. Will you try it once?"

"I will," she gulped, wishing she didn't have to feel so uptight about something the other girls did with ease.

"Will you give the next man who answers a door the pitch Sue taught you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Exactly the way Sue taught it to you?"

"Exactly," Laurie sighed, wondering if she would actually be able to control herself when she did. She had a mental image of herself melting helplessly into some passionate stranger's arms. It was ridiculous, and she knew it, but she couldn't help it.

"Do you remember it? Would you like to pitch me for drill?"

"I remember it, Mister Caldwell," she quickly replied, but she didn't dare give her attractive boss the sexy pitch.

"Promise me you'll do it. The very next man."

"I promise," she said with relief, thinking, There's nothing wrong with the sexy approach. It's me! I've got a dirty mind!

"Good girl," Vince said. "You'll do all right."

"I know it'll embarrass me again," she thought aloud.

"I don't give a damn if it does, Laurie. Stammer, blush, squirm ... do anything you want, so long as you do it!"

"I said I'd do it, Mister Caldwell!" she whined.

"And I know you will, honey. You're a good kid. I'll tell you something else . . . You've got plenty of sex appeal, and once you get it working for you, believe me, you'll make a bundle."

A bundle of money was just what Laurie wanted to take home with her at the end of the summer, so she gave the next man who answered his door the sexy approach. She felt sinful and depraved doing it, but she didn't fall into his arms, and she sold him--not one but three magazines. She went away elated. It hadn't been as exciting or as terrible as she'd thought it would be. The man had treated her respectfully, and he had actually seemed to enjoy having her drip sex while she sold him the subscriptions.

Laurie could hardly wait to try the sales-producing sexy pitch Sue had taught her on another man. Three women in a row answered her knock, and Laurie sold only one cheap magazine on which her commission was a whopping thirty-three cents.

Then at the fourth house from the first man she'd sold, a Rock Hudson type in a smoking jacket answered the door. Laurie's newfound confidence was a bit shaken, because this man was younger, in his mid-twenties, and looked very suave as he ate her with his steel-gray eyes. The fantasy of toppling into an irresistible stranger's arms rushed to her mind again.

The handsome man smiled at Laurie and asked, "Yeah, sugar? Something I can do for you?"

The sound of his husky voice made butterflies in Laurie's stomach. She gulped and blinked at him, following Sue's sexy procedure as best she could. "Hi, I'm Laurie Morgan and I'm working my way through college. I have something just fabulous to offer you, sir. May I step inside and tell you about it?"

"Sure," he said, before Laurie could even try to 'get her foot in the door' and go on with her breathless spiel. He took her by the arm and pulled her inside, then shut the door and locked it.

Laurie felt half-melted already. She looked at him suspiciously, interrupting her sales talk to ask, "Why'd you lock the door, sir? You'll have to unlock it. I'm under instructions to--"

"Just a habit, sugar," he said, shrugging and unlocking the door, then casually putting his arm around her shoulders and leading her toward the living room sofa. "Sit down. Have a drink with me?"

"Oh, no, sir," Laurie replied nervously, sitting down on one end of the sofa and tugging her skirt down to cover most of her shapely thighs. "I'm not allowed to socialize on company time. I represent the-"

"You're selling magazines," he broke in.

"That's right," Laurie admitted, wishing the good-looking man would quit throwing monkey wrenches into her step-by-step sales speech. He was so virile-looking. She'd lost her train of thought and couldn't remember where she'd left off, so she blurted, "May I show you some of the terrific bargains I have for you, sir?"

He frowned and took a sip of the drink he'd evidently been having before she'd arrived. "Sure, sugar, you can show me anything you want. That's what you're here for, isn't it? You new at this?"

"It's my first day," Laurie sighed, dropping the facade and being herself, which was a rather tense young lady at the moment.

The man smiled as he walked around the coffee table and sat down beside her on the sofa. "You're honest. I like that, sugar. Show me the men's magazines. That's all I'm interested in."

"All right," Laurie said, and she leaned forward to open her sales material on the coffee table. She was ashamed of her sinful thoughts, and was glad to shove them away. While she thumbed through her sales kit in search of the men's section, she could hear ice cubes tinkling in his glass and wondered if a fly was crawling on the back of her neck.

"You've got pretty hair," he breathed, his fingertips stroking the bottom edges of her shaggy haircut and the back of her neck.

"Thank you," Laurie said, and before she could protest his light touching she felt his hand stroking intimately down her back and patting lewdly at the tops of her buttocks.

"You should let it grow to here," he husked, and marked a line across the upper curve of her rump.

"Don't!" Laurie gasped, scooting forward.

"I was only paying you a compliment." he said, leaning forward and putting his empty glass down. "I'm sorry if you took it the wrong way."

Laurie read his face, looking for the lustful danger signs Sue had taught her and finding none, before she let herself smile timidly. Then she plunged ahead and began showing him the men's magazines.

While they leaned forward over the coffee table, with Laurie concentrating on her sales talk, the man let his trousered thigh rest against Laurie's shapely hip and leg. She was keenly aware of the seemingly innocent physical contact, but she wasn't about to rebuke him for it. He kept saying, "Give me that one," or, "I'll try this one for a year," and Laurie's mental cash register kept ringing and ringing as she checked the appropriate boxes on the subscription contract and filled in the prices. By the time she had taken him through the men's section, he had ordered five magazines. It was her biggest sale so far, and she was delighted.

"I'll add this up, then fill in your name and address. After you sign it, I'll give you your copy and be on my way, Mister ..."

"Hey," he said, taking the form from Laurie's hand and looking it over with a frown, "did I order all these?"

"Yes, sir," Laurie said, her spirits taking a nose dive when she thought he was going to cancel some of the big order.

"I can't take all these. My wife would have a fit."

"Maybe you could take a couple of subscriptions in her name," Laurie hopefully suggested, recalling the procedure which had been taught her by the Caldwells.

"No, I don't think so."

"Your wife will be delighted that you thought of her," Laurie parroted Sue, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "She won't mind you getting your magazines if you'll subscribe to a couple of her favorite ones in her name."

"You don't know my wife, sugar," the man informed her.

Laurie said nothing. She merely smiled sickly and waited for him to tell her which magazines to cancel, hoping that he wouldn't cancel them all, because she'd spent nearly fifteen disturbing minutes with him.

"How many have you got me down for, five?"

"Yes, sir. . . and they're all very good magazines."

"Yeah .. . well, I guess I'd better pick out five more for my wife, hadn't I?"

"Oh, yes, sir!" Laurie chirped. "You'll have to help me pick them, sugar."

"I'll be glad to help you, Mister ..."

"Anthony," he said.

Laurie hadn't been taught how to handle such an easy prospect as the handsome young man in the smoking jacket was proving himself to be. She'd been taught to break down sales resistance, and he wasn't giving her any to speak of, so she smiled broadly and said, "Very well, Mister Anthony, I'll show you the women's magazines."

He leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs. "Better show me the general ones, too. My wife has a broader interest than I do."

After she'd selected the proper sales material, Laurie reluctantly leaned back beside Mister Anthony and self-consciously began showing and selling. It went on for ten minutes, and he had his arm around her most of the time. Laurie tried to ignore his upsetting arm, because he didn't seem to even notice what he was doing. He was so interested in the magazines for his wife that he was scooting closer and closer, leaning over her to look at the sales brochure resting on her lap.

"That makes five," Laurie finally said. "Five for you and five for your wife." She would have suggested he take another for his wife, but his arm was tighter around her and his hand was absently brushing the outer curve of her right breast, and his hip and muscular leg were right up against hers.

She couldn't help the odd, threatening sensation in the pit of her stomach. He was a strikingly handsome man, and they were apparently alone in his house, sitting much too close together. Laurie didn't trust herself to remain alone with him any longer than it took to complete the contracts and get him to sign them. She couldn't help being attracted to him, and there was something about the man which struck a blatantly sensual cord Laurie had been unaware of having. "Would you give me your full name and address now, sir?" she asked without looking at him, pretending to concentrate on her form.

He put his fingers around her chin and turned her face toward him. "Do you give trading stamps?"

"Trading stamps? Why . . . why, no."

"I ought to get some kind of a bonus for a big order like this," he said, gazing boldly into her eyes as he brought his face closer to hers.

"We don't give any kind of bonuses," she replied, squirming.

"A kiss would satisfy me," he murmured.

"Uh . . . no, sir. I couldn't do that," Laurie said, trying to act calm but wanting to get up and run, wishing she'd made him complete his contract before she let him start on the order for his wife.

"Just one little kiss," he coaxed.

"I'd get fired!"

"No one will know," he promised. "Come on, sugar. Give me one innocent little kiss; then I'll sign both those contracts and give you full payment in advance instead of just a deposit."

Laurie was tempted, what with such a big order to be gained-or maybe lost-if she refused to kiss him. But she was afraid to let him kiss her. He was so handsome, and he had an animal magnetism, and her heart was thumping with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"I can't," she breathed, but when his face was within two inches of hers she shut her eyes and whimpered.

She could feel his lips touching hers, pressing them firmly but gently against her teeth. Then his arms were around her, holding her tight, and his demanding tonguetip was probing snakelike between her soft, full lips.

An electric like thrill coursed through her as she felt her large breasts flattening against his chest. This is wrong! her conscience raged. "No!" she gasped, and inadvertently opened her mouth.

In rushed his tongue, filling her mouth and darting around as he explored the hidden recesses of her moist oral chamber. She tried to push him away, but he held her against her will, and much to Laurie's astonishment, she found that being masterfully and intimately embraced by the good-looking stranger was wildly exciting. The lustfully responsive chord he'd already evoked within her began quivering in her belly and loins, and she fought a feverish battle to control the frightening sinful thrill.

Laurie melted despite her screaming conscience. Knowing full well that it was dangerous and completely insane, she licked back at his tongue and let a soft whimper escape her flared nostrils. It wasn't as if she were returning his passionate kiss; it was as if an evil imp had taken possession of her and was using her body.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it, sugar?" he asked, breaking the tongue-sucking kiss at long last.

"S-Sign the c-contracts now! I've g-got to go!"

Laurie stammered, clenching her sexual muscles in a futile effort to control the lewd flames licking deep inside her.

"There're two contracts," he pointed out. "So I should really have a kiss for each of them."

"No," Laurie panted. "Don't. . . please don't!"

Over her frantic pleading and desperate struggling, the smooth young man overpowered Laurie and kissed her again. When she had another mouthful of his enticing tongue, she wanted to scream her frustration at the swift, unwanted desire he was arousing within her shameless body. Hating herself for being so weak and wicked, she gave up the fight little by little and began lapping timidly at his tongue. She had just met him, and knew only his surname, so Laurie was mortified at the way he was getting to her. She knew it was dreadfully wrong to kiss him in order to cinch the sale, but she didn't even have that excuse now. He had forced the second kiss upon her, and Laurie hadn't been strong enough in body or spirit to stop him.

She felt his hand wedging between her knees and forcing her legs apart, stroking up the inside of her bare left thigh. "No!" she wailed, furious with herself for letting him kiss her even once, breaking the kiss and pushing at his arm. "Don't! Oh, my heavens! Don't do that!"

He thrust his hand under her dress and cupped her hot, secreting pussy through the moist crotchband of her panties.

"No, no, no!" Laurie cried, pushing desperately to get his exciting hand away from her burning sex hole.

Again he kissed her, and this time he rammed his tongue down her straining throat and massaged her on-fire crotch through the thin, soaked nylon covering it. Laurie heaved for breath and thrashed about in sensual discomfort, trying to slip away from him but only making it worse for herself. He was too strong for her. He held her down and went right on vulgarly rubbing her privates from her sensitive, winking anus to her turgid, pulsating clitoris as he plunged his exciting tongue maddeningly in and out of her slowly responding mouth.

What's wrong with me? Laurie screamed mentally. This is wicked! Insane! I should forget about the subscriptions and scream for help . . . or scratch him or kick him or--mmmm. . . something! Ohhh. . . oh, that feels so good! Damn it! What's come over me! I don't want to stop! I don't love him . . . but, oh, God. . . this is. . . is . . . oh, I can't help myself!

Emitting a whimper like sob of surrender, Laurie let her legs fall wide-open and sucked his scrumptious tongue rapaciously. She could feel his naughty fingers stealing lewdly under the secretion-soaked band of her panties and rubbing the swollen lips of her hair-ringed cleft flesh, and she made no effort to stop him. Instead, she licked his taste organ and clung weakly to him, trembling with the wicked lust which had overtaken her. When he grasped the pulsing, tiny girl-cock at the top of her fluttering elliptical slit and began flicking it rapid-fire with his fingertip, Laurie nearly went out of her mind. It was maddening. The intensely lascivious sensations it produced bombarded Laurie's feverish brain until it was numb and sluggish.

The next thing she knew he was pulling her panties down and exclaiming, "What a gorgeous snatch! I'm going to eat that juicy box for you, sugar!"

If the slick seductor hadn't spoken, Laurie would have been his to do with as he pleased. But he did speak, and the perverse act he mentioned was so shocking that his crude words broke the satanic spell which Laurie had fallen under. He was kneeling between her wide-flung knees, licking his lips with anticipation and jerking her briefs over her feet without bothering to remove her loafers, when Laurie regained enough of her senses to act. The instant her panties were tossed aside, she kicked him backward and screamed.

As he cursed and toppled over the pushed-back coffee table, Laurie leaped to her feet and bolted for the door, leaving her sales kit items strewn about the living room.

"Hey, sugar, come back!" she heard him call as she swung open the front door. Then as she ran out into the afternoon sunlight he added, "Don't you want the order?"

Mentally berating herself for being such a weak, wicked little fool, Laurie ran until she was out of breath. When she came to a busy street, she hailed a taxi and had the driver take her straight to the motel, where he had to wait while the confused, shame-racked girl went in and borrowed the money from Sue to pay him. She tearfully confessed to Sue her near disgrace and was surprised to find the older woman sympathetic.

As her boss, Sue instructed Laurie not to worry about the lost sales kit, assuring her that she'd done the right thing and would be provided with another. She also told Laurie where she'd gone wrong and advised her to be more careful in the future.

"I won't use the sexy approach any more!" Laurie wailed.

"Oh, yes, you will," Sue told her. "It sells magazines, and there's no danger when you use it right. By the way, I think this had best be kept between you and me. Since no real harm was done, I don't see any reason why the other girls need to know, do you?"

"No! I'd die if they found out!" Laurie gasped.

"Good. There's no need to spook them unnecessarily. I'll get with you privately and go over the pitch with you in detail again."

As soon as Tom got off the bus that evening, Laurie grabbed him and pulled him aside. "I need to talk to you, Tom," she whispered urgently.

"What the hell happened to you?" he demanded. "We looked all over your route for you before Vince called Sue and found out you'd quit in the middle of the afternoon."

"I'll tell you, honey . . . but not in front of the others!"

"We could go to my room," he suggested.

"All right," she gulped, nodding.

With Laurie so willing to go to his room again after what had occurred there the night before, Tom feared that something really bad had happened. He hurried her into the motel, through the lobby and down the corridor, and the instant they were in his room he asked, "What happened?"

"I nearly got raped, Tom!"

"You what!"

"Don't yell, honey!" Laurie cautioned. "What do you expect me to do, laugh about it?"

"I said I almost got raped! I didn't. I lost my panties, but nothing more."

"Jesus!"

"I kicked the man and ran, Tom. I'm all right, honey. I'm still a virgin."

They were standing just inside the door. Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Is that supposed to make everything fine and dandy? Because you got away with your precious cherry intact?"

"Don't, Tom! You're hurting me!"

"I'm trying to shake some sense into you," he hissed. "Don't you realize what a close call you had?"

"I said, I'm still a virgin! I can handle myself!" Laurie snapped, jerking angrily away from her boy friend and stamping to the other side of his motel room.

"You could have been killed, Laurie! Rapists get scared sometimes! They have been known to murder their victims, you know!"

Laurie shuddered. "Don't say things like that, Tom!"

"Sure!" he barked. "Stick your head in the sand like an ostrich... or put on those damned rose-colored glasses you must have been born with!"

"Don't yell at me, Tom. Please! I'm upset enough as it is!"

"Aw . . . I'm sorry, baby," he mumbled, crossing the room and taking her in his arms. "It's just that I love you! And I can't help worrying about you."

"You're making me feel better already," Laurie sighed, putting her arms around Tom's waist and pressing her face against his neck, taking solacement from his loving concern.

"Go pack your things, Laurie. I'm taking you home."

"Oh, Tom, don't start that again, honey," she pleaded.

"After what happened, I'd think you'd be glad to let me take you home, damn it!"

"Well, damn it, yourself, Tom Barringer! I still have to earn money for college . . . and you know it!"

"Why are we always arguing, Laurie?" he asked tiredly.

And she replied, just as tiredly, "We've only been arguing for the past couple of weeks."

"Over this stupid summer job," he said.

"Over your stupid reaction to my taking the perfectly good and respectable job! Not over the job itself!"

"I'm going to ask you one last time. Will you go home with me?"

"Not until I've fulfilled my contract to the Caldwells, Tom," Laurie said stubbornly.

"All right," he muttered, and began removing his tie and shirt. "Have it your way!"

"I intend to," Laurie replied sharply, watching as he tossed his shirt aside and skinned off his sweaty T-shirt. When he kicked off his loafers and began unbuckling his trousers, she huffed, "Well, I can take a hint! Pardon me, Mister Barringer! I was just leaving!"

"Not yet, Miss Morgan," he said sternly, grasping her wrist and swinging her onto the bed before he dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He pushed down his shorts, saying, "I'm not finished with you yet."

"What do you think you're going to do?" Laurie gasped, staring at her boy friend's bare penis for the first time. It was half-hard and still growing, swaying as he stripped off his socks, standing on first one foot then the other. "Tom? Don't go getting any funny ideas!"

"There's nothing funny about it, baby. We're going to make love."

"No, we're not, Tom! Not until we're married!" she insisted, swinging her legs over the side and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want to take off your clothes, or shall I pull them off for you?" he asked, his upward-angled prick preceding him as he strode to the foot of the bed and looked down at his wide-eyed girl friend. "Look at it, Laurie. That's the way. Take a good look. Feel it if you'd like, because you're going to get it before you go to supper."

"Tom, you'd better not force me!" she warned, but she was looking at the intriguing head of his rod rather than up at his face. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his naked sex organs. "I'm still a virgin!"

"Look, baby, if you're saving your maidenhead for your husband, I'm going to get it anyway. I want it now. Laurie. I'm afraid you're not going to have it at the end of the summer. If you want to be deflowered by the man you're going to marry, you'd better spread your legs for me right now."

"Is that a proposal, Tom?" she asked, fighting her sudden depraved urge to touch his bare dick whether or not he married her.

The naked youth grinned. "Yeah, I guess it is, honey. I'll buy you a ring as soon as we get home."

"But we won't get married 'til you finish college, will we?" she pouted, feeling dreadfully sinful but restraining herself.

"You know we have to wait."

"Then we'll wait and have our first intercourse on our wedding night," she insisted, hoping Tom couldn't see how weak she felt, because she wanted him despite her fear.

"Aw, Laurie!"

"But I will hold it for you," she breathed, giving in to her strong urge and reaching out for his swollen penis, taking it in her hand and giving it a love squeeze. "Ouuu ... it feels nice!" she sighed involuntarily.

"Let's do it, Laurie," he pleaded. "Take your clothes off, baby, and let's ball."

"No, darling!" she moaned, struggling with her rising passion. "We're not going to ball until--"

"We're married!" he groaned, interrupting.

It struck Laurie as funny, but she didn't feel like laughing with her trembling hand so full of his hot, hard penis. She didn't know exactly what she did feel like doing, but handling Tom's exciting organ was causing the same type of irresistible lewdness to spread through her that the awful Mister Anthony had aroused in her only brief hours earlier.

"Then jack me off," Tom urged. "Come on, baby. Do it!"

Laurie started to say no automatically, but she didn't this time. Since she was already fondling his lovely penis, she couldn't think of any good reason why she shouldn't take him to orgasm with her hand. That can't make me pregnant, she rationalized. And we are in love. . . and Tom wants to marry me!

"All right," she breathed, and began moving her gripping hand gingerly up and down his rigid shaft. "Like this? Am I doing it right?"

"Mmmm . . . yeah, baby! Ohh, yeah!"

Laurie licked absently at her parted lips and began stroking his pulsating dick faster. She knew she shouldn't be doing it, but she couldn't seem to help herself.

"Move over, Laurie. Let me lie down."

She released his hard rod and scooted across the bed to make room for him. He sat down, then lay back and drew up his legs, scooting close to her.

"Take off your clothes," he coaxed. "I want you naked, too, so I can look at you."

"Nooh," she moaned, crossing her ankles and leaning over his midsection, staring down at his angry-looking dong and the hairy bag of testicles below it. "I can't let you see me nude! I'm afraid to! Close your eyes, honey. I don't want you to look at me while I do it for you."

Tom wasn't about to push his luck. Just getting his hung-up girl friend to hold his cock was great progress, and he'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd agreed to jack him off. He'd expected her to be shocked by his impulsive request. But she was actually going to do it, and he was willing to content himself with a hand job for this time, thinking that he would be able to convince her to give herself to him the next time they got together. He closed his eyes and made his stiff rod dance for her by working his inner muscles.

"Don't peek!" she cautioned, her arousal making her breathless as she drooled over the sight of his throbbing, swaying male organ.

"I won't. Go on, baby!"

Laurie took his thick, slightly curved shaft in her small hand and began stroking it slowly from its base to its flared coronal ridge. "Does it feel good? Am I doing it right, darling? I want you to like it!"

"You're doing great," he sighed, clasping his hands behind his head and peering at her through slitted eyes. "Keep it up."

Her hand encircling his stalk and moving rhythmically up and down it, Laurie bent over him and examined his rosy, circumcised glans at close range. "Ohh, ohhhh!" she panted, feeling that what she was doing was wrong, but loving it anyway.

"Do you like my cock?"

"It's beautiful!" she whispered, her head hovering over his loins with her mouth so near the rounded, weeping tip of his peter that her hot breath bathed over it.

Tom could tell that she was really turning on. He wanted to put his hand on the back of Laurie's head and push it down, but he was afraid she wasn't anywhere near ready for that.

"I like it! I like it a lot! This is making me hot and . . . and, oh, Tom ... I wish we were married!"

Realizing that Laurie's resistance was lower than it ever had been, Tom seized what he thought was the perfect opportunity. He pulled her up beside him and swung above her, prying her reluctant legs apart with his knees and whipping her skirt up around her heaving waist at the same time.

"No, Tom! You mustn't!" Laurie cried, her brown eyes large and glassy with passion as she pushed at his shoulders and gazed imploringly up at his intent face.

"I've got to! I can't help it!" he rasped, fingering her slick crotchband aside and pressing the blood-engorged tip of his rock-hard dong between the swollen hot lips of Laurie's slippery, virginal pussy.

"Don't!" she gasped, a tremor racking her body when she felt him pushing for entrance. "Don't put it in me! Oh, God! I'm afraid! No, Tom . . . nooo!"

He sank the head of his rampant rod into her tiny opening, stretching her to the limit, pausing only when he took her breath away by ramming against her resistant hymen.

Throbbing pain radiated out from her dilated cuntal vestibule, but it was a wonderful pain, more thrilling than anything Laurie had ever experienced. She had to make herself groan, "Nooo ... no, Tom ... oh, God! Please don't do this to me! You'll make me pregnant! NO . . . NO...NOOHH!!!"

Tom had never doubted Laurie was a virgin, but now that his cockhead was pressed snugly against the positive proof of her purity--the membranous tissue blocking the entrance to her steaming vagina--he simply couldn't take her cherry with her begging him not to.

"Shit!" he muttered, then soothed her by saying, "All right, sweetheart. I won't force you, baby." He kissed her while he reluctantly backed his knob out of her incredibly tight, hot sex hole.

The youth had expected Laurie to cry, but she didn't. She snuggled her feverish little body right up to him, thrusting her sweet tongue into his mouth as she reached for his cock to go on masturbating him.

"Oh, Tom," she panted, her lustful suffering driving her on, her hand flying up and down the full length of his throbbing prick. "I love you, darling! So much!" And when she felt his hand slip between her quivering legs and begin rubbing her smoldering crotch, she moaned, "Yesss, darling!

Masturbate me while I do it to you!"

"Will you let me take your panties off?"

"Take 'em off! Hurry!" she croaked, hotter at that moment than she had ever been before.

Laurie raised her hips to help Tom get her briefs off her, then eagerly grabbed his dick the instant he lay down beside her. He began running his finger up and down her burning elliptical slit without trying to penetrate her, massaging the smooth inner surfaces of her puffy cuntlips. She trembled and sighed constantly, stroking his erection jerkily and erratically as he fanned the licking flames of lust in her loins higher and higher. Laurie fairly reveled in the, to her, incredibly lewd things they were doing.

"Don't screw me!" she pleaded. "I couldn't stop you now . . . but please don't!"

"Hush," he said, taking her fiery-red clit between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it gently.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Laurie chanted, her feverish body writhing and her hand gripping his pole harder and pumping it faster.

"I won't force you, baby... I love you too--ung--much to fore--ung . . . Laurie . . . BABY! UUNNGGGHHHHH!"

"Oh, Tom . . . darling!" she cried, the first weak spasms of her own climax starting when she felt his penis begin twitching rhythmically and squirting jets of hot semen all over her fluttering belly. It was thrilling beyond words, and she gasped, "Ohhh . . . me, too! I'm coming, Tom! Aahhh . . . ahhhh! OHHHH. . . COMING!!!"

Her cunt quivered and convulsed with the same rapid-heartbeat cadence of the sperm-spewing dick she clutched in her viselike hand. They gazed into each other's passion-contorted face for a second or two; then Laurie sobbed, "KISS ME!!!" and mashed her wide-open mouth to his. Tongues entwined and moaning into each other's mouth, the young lovers rode out their moment of shared bliss together.

When their orgasms had subsided and they'd caught their breath, Tom kissed Laurie tenderly, then retrieved his shorts and used them to wipe his sperm off her belly, and off her skirt and the sheet as best he could. Laurie sighed contentedly, then got up and put her panties back on.

"You'd better hurry and get dressed, Tom, or we'll miss supper. I'm starved, aren't you?" she asked, and went on talking compulsively to hide her shame. She had loved their masturbating each other, and didn't feel nearly as guilty about it as she thought she should. But she had the strongest urge to leap back on the bed and let Tom screw her right then, and she felt terribly perverse because of it. She didn't want to admit to herself that she was such an awful person, and she would rather have died than let Tom know how nasty she really was deep down in her secret being.