“Oh yes,” he said. “Beautiful.” he said softly. “Say it, Margo. Nobody could like the taste of that stuff!”
“Jenny? Your brother isn’t going to rape me, right?”
“No, Margo, he’s not going to rape you.” Jenny laughed. “Down here?” He unbuttoned her jeans, then opened the zipper and thrust his hand inside, caressing her clit with one finger through her panties. “You can’t rape the willing, right?”
“What?” Margo whispered, following him upstairs and into his room. “It wasn’t even that good of a date! “What comes next?” she asked, afraid she knew the answer. No, I can’t! I want one that belongs to me the way his does to her.”
“You want to get married?” he asked, still amused. “I doubt it! “I don’t know how!” Margo whispered. “You don’t want me to do this?” He pushed it back into her, stopping before he broke her hymen and stopped there, with less than half inside her. She got a scared look in her eyes as he began unbuttoning her blouse, but she made no move to stop him, even as he pulled it out of her jeans and unbuttoned the last two. “I want you to touch me… “Do you want to come inside, or should we just make out right here in the car?”
“You want to make out with me?” she asked.
