Foreword
Barbi had managed to retain her virginity long past the age of legal consent.
But Barbi was a tease, and she finally met her match.
It was hot that summer night, and dark. The earth was moist with a sensual warmth that permeated Barbi's body.
She hadn't intended to let him go so far. She hadn't even intended to be alone with him, but there she was in the moist, soft garden, feeling the secret dark tremors that disturbed her sleep at night, and which she tried desperately to forget during the day.
Her thighs trembled, and her body felt heavy with her burning flesh, as his fingers wandered over her shoulders, causing goose flesh to appear on her fine soft skin.
She wasn't sure if the whole incident was a dream or not, and yet deep in her warm secret parts, she knew it was no dream.
His fingers lingered just a bit too long on her throat, stimulating her wildly, and she rapidly found herself helpless before his strong, masculine presence, felt her will dwarfed by the snaking fingers of lust which rippled through her.
And then she gasped, as she felt his skilled fingers, in the dark, planted on the dark moist places of her body. She became a slave to his whims, not knowing or understanding exactly what would happen, but carried away by the wild flame 'which melted her entrails and caused her to moan.
She even let him lift her skirt, and felt a fleshy contact with her secret parts that caused her to gasp with sensations so intense and so pleasurable that she was at a loss to define them.