New England, November 1938

"Out of the car, Cindy."

"But Tommy, it's a ten-mile walk back to town!"

"It'll be good for you, Baby. Teach you not to play so hard to get."

"But Tommy, I did it for you! Didn't you like it?"

"Oh, I liked it, Cindy; tightest cunt in five counties. You're the one who wanted to come all the way out here. I told you the rule of my car: put out, then get out."

"Please Tommy, no!"

"Oh, stop your whining. Tell you what. You take off all your clothes and I'll let you ride back in the rumble seat."

"Tommy! I'd be naked!"

"Hey girl, that's already bending the rules pretty far."

Tommy smiled as the girl stripped. Everything was going according to plan. Cindy was a Nice Girl, the kind that made dates end with a quick kiss and a jack-off at home. No guy in town had been able to get within ten feet of her panties until tonight. Tommy hadn't even known what a D-cup was until Cindy had filled out, but he'd been happy to learn, and his ramrod was stiffening again as she pulled over the pullover, letting those beauties bounce into view again. Those creamy-white globes were already in view because lifting the sweater had lifted the shirt too, and she hadn't put her bra back on after the sex.

"Tommy, do I have to do this?"

"Would you rather walk?"

When Cindy's blouse came off her breasts swung free. It was hot the way they supported themselves like parade balloons; if she filled them with helium she could float away. Tommy leered at the thought, and the momentary fantasy of putting his mouth to each nipple and blowing them up even more. She was blushing so hard he could even see it by the dim dash light.

"Come on Cindy, keep going."

How did I get into this, thought Cindy as she slid her skirt off. I don't do this stuff; I promised I'd save myself 'till my wedding night. And with a jerk like Tommy! Why couldn't I say no to him? It's like I was bewitched. She lifted her legs and pulled the skirt off her shapely calves. I mean, she thought, it had been really nice and all, especially when his - thing - came into my warm space, but after he used me he turned into such a creep.

"Can't I at least keep my knickers?"

"All the way, Babe."

Cindy hooked the sides of her panties and slid them over her shapely butt, then down her firm but smooth thighs. She could feel Tommy's eyes staring at her exposed mound and its little mop of curly brunette hair. She didn't think it was possible to be this embarrassed, especially not in private with a boy who'd just...

She started gathering up her clothes; at least she could get dressed in the rumble seat.

"Those go in the back seat, Babe, with the other stuff."

She scowled at him and tossed the clothes in the back. Yeah, with my socks and my virginity.

"Now get in the rumble seat, girl. And when you do push your tits up so I can see 'em in the rear-view."

The humiliated girl climbed out of the car and slammed the door behind her. Tommy hit the gas, then glanced in the rear-view mirror to see her standing by the road in total shock. It was just like Linda had told him when she was riding his cock yesterday. One-time only, she'd do whatever he wanted. Linda had even suggested ditching her out here, which was the perfect end for that stuck-up bitch.

Cindy watched the tail-lights recede in a cloud of road dust. She used the strongest swear-word in her vocabulary.

"Fudge!"

The darkness closed in around her. She was stranded on a dirt road ten miles out of town and totally naked; that creep Tommy had just ruined her and dumped her, and she knew he'd be telling the other boys she was easy. Could this night get any worse?

She was bathed in blinding white light.