You squeeze your thighs together again, priming the pump as it were. You feel your pussy open as your thick labia pull apart. It's hungry, you realize...; smacking its lips in anticipation of being fed. At home it would get to feast on a trusty vibrator as you indulged your fantasies, but today it would have to settle for your fingers.Your lips pull apart again. You swear you could hear it smack this time.'Stop that,' you think, as you look down at your crotch. 'Isn't it enough that you make me. Your mother might not want a swing set in the back yard." Then put it in the front yard," said Curtis, quite seriously."I'll talk to her about it," said Bob. "But this is a secret between you and me, okay? You can't pester her about it. Let me take care of it, okay?" Sure," said Curtis. "Let's go."He ran from the room and Bob followed, only to see Curtis run to his mother at the stove and grab her shirt tail."Mom? Can Bob build a swing set in the back yard? Pleeeeease?"Bob produced his driver's. That of course made everyone bolder, to the point that one of the two senior girls came right out and stated that she would be taking me home with her that day. When I told her that I had practice and would not be done until six she asked if my place was empty. Asking her what she meant she stated that there was a rumor going around that I lived alone. Thank you Sam and Burt!True to her word my senior stalker, Mary, was waiting for me in the parking lot next to her older model sports car. I was. A broken fence, a flooded field. I had seen him, on occasion, working in the fields but I had never really SEEN him. I could not tell you what features the darkness now hid. I could not tell you the shape of his body or the length of his hair. He was a nobody to me. Yet here I was. In a strange place with a strange man on the night of my 18th birthday. I stood facing him. Still I could not see but I could hear him breathing though the darkness. My heart beat so loud in my ears and my breath.