Hanging with his buddies on Friday nights was Frank's favorite time of the week. On this particularly hot night, outside the general store, he drank a Coke and joked with three guys. He stood in front of them, telling tales of hunting and fishing, as his three friends sat on the hood of his old Chevy. In this particular tale, he spoke about catching a huge muskie that apparently was capable of eating an entire cow, or so he said.

"Oh, man, you're so full of shit!" one of his friends said, laughing. "Next thing you'll be tellin' us is that you fucked Susie Owens."

"Well, maybe I did," he said grudgingly. He hated it when his friends talked about sex. He suspected they all knew he was a virgin at 19. He's never even been very romantic with a woman. To be honest, sex scared the hell out of him. It was so intimate and revealing. He wasn't even sure he could do it.

It was then that she walked up to the store. All four young men stopped talking. Their mouths dropped open at the sight of her beauty. She wore cutoff jean shorts. They were cut so high, her under buns popped out like muffins. She wore cowboy boots and a white button-down shirt, which was tied in the front, exposing lovely perky breasts. Her puffy nipples were outlined in the fine white fabric. She gave Frank a shy smile as she walked to the door of the store. Turning, at the last minute, she spoke to him.

"Excuse me. Do you have any change? I'd love some ice cream and I'm a little short."

Frank almost fell over. She actually pouted a tiny bit. Was this really happening. She entered the store after getting no response.

"Frank! What the fuck?! Get in there and buy her a goddam ice cream!" one friend exclaimed.

"Yeah. Shit, man. This is a dream come true. Get in there!"

"Uh, yeah. Okay," Frank said awkwardly. He slowly turned and walked in. She was standing at the ice cream counter and smiled when she saw him coming toward her.

"Oh, I was hoping you'd come in. I just love ice cream."

"Well, uh, what kind would you like?"

"Cherry," she responded. "I just love cherries. They're so sweet but kind of sassy too. Don't you think?"

"Uh, sure, I guess they are."

He ordered two cherry cones. He led her out the back door so they could be away from his buddies. He was nervous and could feel sweat running down his back. There was a park behind the store. They walked to the swings and sat, eating the fresh, cold treat. He watched her lick the ice cream. She held it on her tongue, just for a second, then swallowed. He thought it was pretty sexy. He was shocked when she dipped a finger in her ice cream, held it in front of him, then put her finger in his mouth.

"Taste good?"

"Oh...yeah. It sure does." He felt his cock move, then grow hard. His jeans were so tight he thought his cock might erupt like a volcano. He had a love-hate relationship his old fella'. Since he was fifteen, he had been jerking off three times a day. He got so hard sometimes; it was painful. Yet, he dreamed of actually having sex. Dammit, tonight he was gonna' do it!

"Ya' wanna take a walk?" he asked. There's a little pond over there.

"Oooh, that sounds nice," she responded.

As they walked, he wondered what the best way to come on to a girl was. How should he ask if she wanted to make out. He began to sweat more, and his cock was so hard, it felt like solid iron. He had low-cut jeans on and began to fear his cock head might pop out.

"Oh, shit!" he thought. "That would be just my luck to have my cock pop out and scare her away."

They walked out on a wooden dock that extended out into the water. As he contemplated what to say, she took action. All of his fears dissipated as she planted her lips on his and grabbed his head.

"God, she's strong," he thought. With tongues intertwined, the clothes began to come off. She ripped his shirt in two.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "That was my good shirt."

She didn't stop. After running her hands over his chest and biting his nipples, she stepped back and slowly did a strip tease. First, she kicked off her boots, then pulled her top over her head. Her breasts were so beautiful! Like many young women, her nipples were delightfully puffy. He was going to lunge at her, but she put up her hand and stopped him.

"Just a minute," she scolded. "You have to see the whole package."

She unbuttoned her shorts. They dropped to the floor of the wooden deck. She wore tiny black panties. They were covered in rhinestones that reflected the moon light. Playfully, she pulled them off and tossed them into the water.

"Now, it's your turn," she said.

He took off his cowboy boots and socks. He paused for a moment, then, slid his jeans and briefs down. They stood motionless for a moment, then she slowly sat down and pulled him down to her. Stretching him out on his back, she took his cock in her mouth so gently. His cock twitched at first, so she grabbed the base of his shaft and caressed his balls as she sucked the tip. Frank put his head back and closed his eyes. It was SO good. He actually began to relax. She was doing everything. Was that okay? Would she get mad if he just enjoyed what was happening? Finally, she crawled on top of him and lowered herself down on his shaft. As she rode him, he grabbed her breasts.

"Oh, God!" Frank cried. "This is incredible!"

Faster and faster, she rode him. Her face looked angelic in the soft moonlight. She began to slam down harder and faster. He thought his balls might get bruised, but he didn't care. She lowered her breasts onto his chest but still fucked him hard. Frank was getting close. His balls swelled. His cock expanded. He was going to explode!

"Oh, God! I'm cumming!" he cried.

"Yeah, give it to me!" she commanded. He did. He came so hard and so long. He thought he must have ejaculated for about twenty seconds. She smiled and lay on top of him.

"Did you cum?" Frank asked. He thought he would ask out of politeness.

"No, but it's okay," she responded. "I can't cum that way."

Frank wondered what she meant by that. Just then, he looked into the calm water.

"That's strange, he thought. The moon was shining from behind them. He could see himself reflected in the calm water, but not her, and she was on top.

At the moment he realized this, he felt the bite. It went deep into his neck. She sank her teeth in deeper and deeper as she writhed on top of him, eventually reaching an intense orgasm.

She sat on top of him; her face covered in his blood. Frank felt weak. His head turned to the side and he again looked at the water. His reflection was now gone too.