Chapter 1
"Baby," he said admiringly, letting his hands roam freely over her squirming body, "you're really stacked!"
"Don't," Cindy said. "Please, Joey, not here."
"Don't be silly," he laughed. "That's what the back seats of cars are for."
Cindy closed her eyes and tried to marshal her thoughts. Her mind whirled with the emotional fluids that were seeping hotly through her eighteen-year-old body as Joey touched her, caressed her, as his lips and tongue burned against her neck. He pulled her close to him in the narrow confines of his car, and his hands were alive under her dress, along her itching thighs.
"You've got me so hot I can't stand it," he said. "C'mon."
His lips covered hers, and she felt the fiery tip of his tongue slip between his teeth. He worked at the buttons of her blouse, which fell open, and then he reached in and found one marvelously soft white breast, pushing aside the bra that restrained it. She moaned in a sudden burst of ecstacy as his fingers kneaded and fondled the breast, and she lay back.
Her brain was filled with a frenzy of thought. She knew she shouldn't let him; he was almost a complete stranger passing through town. Yet she'd been lonely, so she let him pick her up and take her for a ride. She felt so miserable she didn't resist when he kissed her. And then suddenly, without warning, he was going further.
"You want me, don't you?" he said.
A lie came to her lips, but she left it unvoiced. The fires of passion coursed through her, denying the thought. Wordlessly, she nodded.
Encouraged, he touched her more intimately. She trembled and gasped. Her heart beat wildly as he removed her panties, peeling them down over her hips and thighs and legs. Her breath came short and hard.
All thought was gone. Now there was only sensation. Their lips blended, the tongues exploring deeply. His hands seemed to be all over her at once, searing hot pathways where they touched the sensitive skin. Automatically, Cindy felt her hips writhe in unison with his, and her hands reached behind him to pull him closer.
"Oh, hurry," she begged. "Please hurry!"
The pleasure was excruciatingly beautiful. It rose in a crescendo of growing passion that was almost painful to her. Hi? body became frantic. Her legs churned the air; her torso twisted and squirmed to meet his movements.
The steaming hot tidal wave gripped her suddenly, sent her skyward in a great sensual explosion of hot lava in an eruption that made her cry out in a whimper of excitement and release. Then she fell back, limp and exhausted, settling to Earth.
For a moment there was only silence; the dark night; the sticky heat. Then he raised himself on one elbow.
"Pretty great, huh?" he said, grinning.
She nodded. It had been wonderful, but now a feeling of shame was beginning to creep over her. She had just met Joey. It reminded her of the things her stepfather told her about her mother, about how the woman used to sleep with everything in pants. She thrust the thought from her mind.
"Do you really have to go back to Florida?" she asked him wistfully. "Couldn't you stay a few days more?"
He sighed. "I sure wish I could. But duty calls." He glanced at his watch. "Say, I'd better get you back home."
She straightened her disarrayed clothing and put her panties on. As they drove down the dark road, she said, "Will I see you tomorrow?"
He squeezed her leg affectionately. "I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world, baby."
He gave her a look that made her frown. It made her feel like the kind of woman her stepfather said her mother was.
She didn't believe any of those stories, of course; but she couldn't help but wonder if nymphomania could be inherited.