Chapter 2

Once they found a stall in the back row at the drive-in, Jerry hopped out without a word and walked over the crunchy gravel to Ellen’s car, leaving the two young people alone.

They were sitting in the back seat, separated by about two feet of empty space. As soon as Jerry left, Billy slid over next to Julie, slipping his arm around her shoulder and bending his elbow so that his hand hung limply down over the front of the girl’s chest.

Julie felt as though her heart were bursting through her ribcage, but she let Billy keep his hand where it was. She was afraid he would think she was a silly dope if she made any move to protect her tits from his hands. And yet, she had never let a boy touch her there. She was nervous, excited, frightened, and very, very eager! She couldn’t wait for Billy to touch her breasts, even through the material of her bra and blouse!

And she dreaded it!

She had only one recourse--she grabbed Billy’s dangling hand with both of hers!

Billy sighed, let his arm go dead-weight on the girl’s shoulder. There was always his other hand. Billy cleared his throat and shifted his weight around, settling his body tightly against the girl’s beside him, then placed his free hand on Julie’s thigh.

Julie sighed, then bent her head to Billy’s shoulder. She kept her legs pressed tightly together. She had no intention of letting him touch her there!

Her breasts were available, but not her cunt!

Not on her first date with the guy.

She felt his fingers trying to slide down between her thighs, pushing at the soft material of her skirt.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

“Okay,” Billy said, removing his hand from her thigh as casually as he’d placed it there.

Julie didn’t know whether to be thankful for his co-operation or disappointed by his seeming indifference to her body. His hand hadn’t even made a move toward her tits. What was the matter with her? She nestled closer to him, frowning. She let her eyes focus on the huge movie screen outside.

The picture was just coming on.

The noise blared from the hundred speakers around them, but Billy made no move to pull their own speaker into the car.

Julie glanced up at Billy’s face.

His eyes were glued to the screen. Julie pursed her lips in annoyance. She pulled his hand downward a little bit, and pressed it lightly against her breast, but he didn’t notice. Julie returned her gaze to the movie.

She was getting upset, wondering just what was wrong with her that she couldn’t keep Billy’s attention, even by letting him touch her breasts, when the title of the flick flashed onto the screen: “SCHOOLGIRLS IN BONDAGE!”

Julie groaned silently, deep in her throat. Maybe Donna was right about this guy! She should have listened. Billy’s eyes grew wide as the first part of the film began. Julie shook her head a bit, but decided her best course of action would be to watch the picture carefully and pick up some pointers on what exactly Billy liked.

After all, it was just tying girls up...

Wasn’t it?

The teen watched as the young actress on the screen walked slowly down the sidewalk, followed by a black van truck full of ugly men. They were pointing and joking about her sexy body, telling each other the vile things they would do to the girl if they got her alone.

The girl in the movie was wearing one of the shortest skirts Julie had ever seen With every step, the cheeks of her ass peeped out from under the hem.

Billy was breathing funny.

Julie pressed his palm fully against her small mound of breast, then let her own hands slip down to her lap. She was trying to take his attention away from the events on the screen. His hand rested over her titty, but didn’t move, didn’t massage.

Suddenly, the girl in the movie was screaming wildly as the four men cut her off with the truck, leaped out and yanked her into the back of the van, and began binding her arms behind her back and stuffing a gag into her mouth.

Billy was almost gasping!

His fingers began subconsciously clutching and clawing Julie’s breast. The pressure was more than the teen wanted, and his fingers could really dig in hard, but at least he was doing it to her.

Julie desperately wanted Billy’s full and complete attention, not his half-conscious molesting while he watched some young beautiful actress being tied up and--oh my!--stripped! The four men were ripping the girl’s blouse open, cutting her bra away from her shoulders with an ugly-looking knife, baring her huge breasts!

And Billy was clawing at the buttons on the front of Julie’s tight blouse!

“No!” she commanded him. Julie was pissed! She straightened up sharply, jerked her body away from Billy’s, curled up tightly in the corner of the car seat, wrapping her arms around her legs and hugging herself hard.

“Hey! You crazy or something?”

“No.”

“What the hell you pouting about? You’re the one who put my hand on your tit, not me!”

“Oh, shut up!”

“Hey, you little creep! What the hell are you pulling?”

Julie glared at him for a moment, then jerked her head at the screen. “Watch your damned movie, creep!”

“Shit, Julie. What’s the matter?” Billy’s voice grew more gentle as his attention was drawn away from the action on the screen. He seemed to be really concerned about Julie. She relaxed a bit.

“I ... I don’t know, Billy,” Julie remained curled protectively in her corner. She was about to cry, partly from disgust and partly from frustration.

“Hey, Julie. It’s okay,” Billy said, trying to soothe the girl. He slipped closer to her, encircled her small body with both arms and drew her tightly against him, stroking her soft long hair very tenderly and massaging her upper back.

Julie let her hand slip over to Billy’s thighs but she brushed against ... what? Something huge and hard in his pants! His ... cock! His COCK! Julie gulped hard His cock!!

Billy quickly shot his hand down to cover hers, to capture her delicate little hand there and press it down hard over his huge dick.

Julie tried to pull her hand away.

“No, do it. Come on, Julie. Do it.” Billy slowly relaxed the pressure on the girl’s hand. Julie left her hand where it was, cupping the bulge in Billy’s tight pants.

It was a totally new experience for Julie, and one she hadn’t been fully prepared for. She had assumed that Billy would try something with her, and she was ready to let him play with her breasts, but she had never dreamed he would want her to play with him!

Her blood pounded madly in her veins. Her mouth and lips were dry, but her body was sweating. She felt so hot.

She gave the bulge a hesitant squeeze.

“Ouch!” Billy cried. He grabbed her hand away. “Bitch!” he shouted at her.