Man, I'd like to lick out that sweet sweet pussy!

"You can if you like," Becca called back.

Shit! Had he said that out loud? No, he was sure he hadn't.

"W-what did you say?" Hill ventured.

"I said, you can lick out my sweet pussy if you'd like," the prim young teenager replied.

No! Hillman thought.. I must be dreaming. She can't possibly have said what I thought she said.

"Did you just say what I thought you said?" He ventured again, nervously.

"No," the pretty girl replied, conversationally.

Now Hillman was confused. If only she would give some kind of sign, he groaned inwardly.

At that point, Becca stopped her ascent and climbed back down to Hillman's level. When her slim waist drew level with his incredulous face, she unhooked the top button of her tight blue jeans. Then she slid her zipper slowly down, exposing her pastel blue panties beneath.

Hillman just watched in disbelief as the childhood friend, who had seemingly lost all interest in him, now kicked off her high heels and tugged down her jeans for his benefit. Hillman grew hard as more of Becca's creamy thighs were revealed as the jeans slid down her long shapely legs.

Smiling at him, Becca hooked her thumbs under her pastel panties and pulled them down too. Hillman looked lustily at the soft downy fuzz at the meeting of Becca's long legs. Her pussy lips glistened with a desire that needed to be consummated.

Becca lay her head back on the ground her lustrous strawberry blonde hair fanning out beneath her. She parted her legs and looked at him with needy eyes.

"Lick me out Hillman," she cried. "Please!"