"Hey, list'n," he mumbled, "aren't you the little girl who told me she slept in the raw?" He eyed the baggy flannel pajamas suspiciously.
Suddenly, it was Sheree's turn to be embarrassed. She kept these pajamas out here for emergencies only, and she was ashamed to have anyone know she even owned such ugly things, let alone having them think that she normally wore such unbecoming clothes.
"I just put these on real quick, in case it was my folks at the, door," she explained nervously.
Johnny's face broke into a sly, lewd grin. "Take 'em off!"
Sheree giggled uneasily, knowing she was trapped. "Okay, but first we need one more drink," she promised.
Johnny made the drinks in a flash, straight this time, no mixer at all. The sweet liquor burned only slightly as Sheree downed her glassful, but it seemed to lack wallop.
"Come on, baby, we're drinking the holy living shit out of this stuff and I still don't see any skin!" Johnny hooted impatiently, holding up the half-empty fifth to illustrate his point.
Sheree grabbed the waving bottle away and drank from it in big, steady gulps. She finally gagged on the sugary taste after she had chugged half of what was left.
Backing up to the table, Sheree turned up the radio and began moving to the beat. Slowly, ever so slowly, her feet began to slide in perfect time to the music. Her arms twisted and snaked like those of a go-go dancer, but firm young thighs jerked up and back under the loose fabric of her pajama bottoms. Her breasts were swinging and rolling under the billowing top, their movements easily traced by the jutting bulges of Sheree's rapidly erecting nipples.
Another song began, an even faster one. Sheree's arms came up over her head and her lithe teenage body whipped from side to side, her hips grinding and her tits bouncing as tautly as they had the night before during her orgasm.
Even in the dim light of the trailer, Sheree could see Johnny's cock hardening beneath his zipper. When it looked big enough to tear the front of his pants out, the young temptress slowed the tempo and lowered her hands to the front of her pajama top. She undid the buttons slowly, letting her fingers fumble intentionally with the cloth as she ground her hips in time to the beat.
As the last button came free, Sheree executed a turn, giving the panting football player only a glimpse of swaying tit as she turned her back to him and kept on dancing. She shook her shoulders and half her arms out in back of her, letting the garment slip slowly down her arms and fall to the floor at Johnny's feet.
Tantalizingly, she glided back toward him, crossing her arms over her chest and turning to face him. An inch at a time, descending in perfect time with the beat, Sheree let her arms slip downward, teasingly releasing her mounds to roll free in a mesmerizing dance of their own.
Johnny picked up the sloe gin and inhaled what was left in three large swallows, his eyes never leaving the bobbing, bouncing tits jiggling two feet in front of him.
Placing her hands on her rocking hips, Sheree gave the loose-fitting pajamas a shove. They slipped down to the top of her pubic fringe, just a small tuft of brown fur showing over the elastic top band.
Satisfied, Sheree began to shake and shimmy again as the tempo increased. She started slow and increased the speed of her movements until the music reached a crescendo. As the drums crashed and the electric guitars wailed at the song's climax, Sheree parted her legs and pushed her cunt lewdly forward, her shoulders shimmying wildly.
The baggy pants slid magically down the slender columns of her legs, revealing the pouting gash of her pussy as her tits slapped across her chest against each other, vibrating slowly to a halt as she held the wanton pose and the music died away.
Johnny couldn't utter a sound. He simply dropped the bottle on the floor and reached for her.
The next twenty minutes were a sex and booze induced blur for both of them. Sheree's drunken mind spun crazily as she felt herself pushed down onto the bed and strong male fingers exploring every inch of her pulsing body. Her tongue was buried in Johnny's mouth, thrusting in time to the finger ravaging her willing cunt. His cock seemed to appear out of nowhere, and she moaned with passion as she took it in her hand and began pumping its rock-hard length with the gentlest, most pleasing strokes she knew.
The old, familiar rhythm started building in her hips as Johnny's finger burrowed into her cunt slit and slid almost to her deeply buried hymen. Harder and harder the beautiful teenager pushed upward with her yearning pussy, meeting his surges eagerly as her need for orgasm increased.
Suddenly, it was as if someone had hit Sheree in the back of the skull with a sledgehammer. She felt herself tumbling, falling away. It was as if Johnny's heavenly finger was the only thing holding her throbbing cunt onto the earth's surface.
Then the finger was gone! In drunken panic, Sheree opened her eyes. Blearily, she saw Johnny pulling off his jeans and rolling what looked like a balloon onto his jutting cock. Then he was back kneeling between her open legs, spreading her moistened pussy lips wide.
"No, please, no!" Sheree wailed frantically, but her cunt was already stretching open to receive the towering prick being wedged into it and her voice sounded small and far away even to her own ears.
She gasped as she felt his weight crash down onto her and the thrust of his hips sent a searing pain deep into her cunt and everything went black.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Sheree, you awake?" the worried voice of Johnny Hollister drifted into her groggy mind from somewhere.
"Ohhhhhh, shit! What happened?" Sheree groaned as she tried to sit up.
She fell back naked on the bed. Johnny was lying next to her, his cock shriveled as small as a little boy's. Sheree stared at the limp prick curiously, remembering how big it had been when she passed out. Her cunt ached, as though her period was coming up soon.
The truth hit her like a blow to the stomach.
"You fucked me!" Sheree wailed as she realized what had happened. "You filthy bastard! You knocked me out and fucked me while I was asleep!"
Tears sprang immediately to the cool green eyes, and Sheree's proud young breasts shook with sobs as she contemplated the sad way she had finally crossed over into the world of adult sex.
"Take it easy, honey. Do you want to wake the whole neighborhood?" Johnny pleaded, putting his big arms around the distraught girl as he tried awkwardly to comfort her.
"I didn't know, I mean, I just didn't think it would make much difference if I went ahead or not," the football star offered lamely. "I mean, with your reputation, what's one more, I thought. Who could have guessed you were cherry?"
"Take your fucking paws off me!" Sheree screamed, shaking herself free. "With my luck, you probably knocked me up!"
"No, I wore a rubber. We're safe, don't worry about that part of it," Johnny assured her.
The big football player looked down guiltily at the bright red spot of evidence on the sheet proving Sheree Sable had been a virgin. He shifted around uneasily, unable to bring himself to look up at Sheree as he spoke.
"I feel terrible about this, Sheree, I really do. I never would have done it if I'd have guessed all those stories weren't true, but by the time I found out they weren't, it was too late!"
The real concern in Johnny's voice touched something deep inside of the young girl. Sheree tried to tell herself that she had been raped, that she should scream and bring the whole block in on them. Her blood on the sheet was proof that she had never been fucked before. Everyone would have to believe her rape story in spite of all the rumors about her.
But somehow, she just couldn't do it. For it was Johnny whose eyes were misting now. He sat with his head down, looking scared and guilty, and Sheree realized that, despite all his good looks and bragging, the poor guy had probably never gotten into that many girls. He had been just too excited by the sight of her nude, defenseless body to stop himself.