Janet Cole was eighteen years old girl in her last year in the college. She was a beautiful girl at about 5 foots 8 inches tall and about 110 pounds. She had blond hair, reaching to the center of her back, and lovely brown eyes. One of the most noticeable things in her was her perfectly shaped figure: firm body, long, slender legs, a pert ass, and on top of all 36 C-breasts, easily visible and imaginable under every sort of clothes she wears. Janet was really lovely girl and it was normal most of the boys to like her.

She was in the " Touch-a-Glass" night club with some of her girl friends. They had known each other for years, and it was normal for the four of them to go the nicer clubs in town on Friday nights if they didn't have dates. Not " on the make", they were here to dance and talk and just have some fun.

Janet sipped her drink, only half listening to Christy's story about her date the previous Saturday. While Jenny and Denise were interested, Janet had heard all about it at lunch. The guy had seemed really nice at first, but later in the evening turned into an octopus.

"I swear" Christy was saying, " it seemed like he had eight hands. They were everywhere! I finally had to slap him to get him to stop pawing me. Then when I demanded he take me home, he couldn't understand why!"

"I know" replied Denise, " I've run into assholes like that. It's like they think you owe them something."

Unlike Denise, Janet had a hard time feeling sorry for Christy in this instance. She should have seen that the guy was a jerk before she went out with him. Janet drew her fair share of admiring glances from men, and she had also heard her fair share of pickup lines, some good, some bad. Although still a virgin, which she was determined to remain until married or at least finding the right person for her (she was against having sex just for the moment), Janet considered herself capable of taking care of herself in any situation. After all, she considered herself to be a good judge of people and would never associate with anyone who she considered the least bit questionable. While she knew that bad people existed, she hoped in her heart that her own good judgment would keep her safe. Christy had to wait and to evaluate the guy before she went out with him.

Carl Morgan sipped his beer at the bar and once again looked towards the petite blond sitting with the three other girls. He was himself 6 foot and 195 pounds. Although he was almost 25 years old he had always been attracted to younger girls. There was just something so innocent and sexy about them. He continued watching her, trying to judge the best way to approach her. Different moves for different chicks. Carl knew that plenty of guys blew good chances just because they didn't evaluate the girl before making their move. This one for example. Carl noticed that she sipped her drink, consuming less than her three friends. She wouldn't be attracted to a heavy drinker. She smiled and talked with her friends, but she wasn't loud or boisterous like the red head with her. She would like a guy who was friendly, but quiet. She was nicely dressed without being showy. She would want someone with a little style, a little class. Carl, the consummate actor, began working himself into the role he would play.

Janet had noticed the young man at the bar who kept glancing at her. Not in a leering way; more like shyly, as if he were trying to work up his nerve to come over. Janet liked guys like that. They weren't pushy. Handsome, she thought, without the swagger of the conceited. Tall, well built with an athletic look about him. Dark wavy hair. Nicely dressed in a casual way; jeans and a really nice sweater. She noticed that he was nursing his beer, which was another point in his favor. Janet decided that if he looked over again, she would smile at him. Give him a little encouragement to overcome his shyness.

Carl glanced over again, and this time the little blond smiled at him. Carl glanced down at the floor for an instant with his best " aw shucks" look before looking over and smiling back. Her smile widened. He had been right. The " shy guy" ploy had been the right one for this chick. Carl acted as if he were hesitating for an instant, then slid off his bar stool and walked towards the table.

"Whoa girl!" Jenny whispered to Janet " Is he ever a doll!"

"No shit!" added Denise, " If you don't want him, let me know!"

"Come on, guys, knock it off!" Janet said. Sometimes her friends could be really childish.

"Hi" the good looking guy smiled down at Janet.

"Hi." Janet smiled back.

"My names Carl, and I was wondering if, um, you might like to dance?"

"Why not?" Janet replied as she stood up. "I'm Janet" she said as she lift her hand to him.

Normally, Janet would only dance a few times with guys she met in clubs. Once she made it obvious that she wasn't interested in having a sexual adventure with them, most guys moved on to see what else they could find. Carl was different, though. While he made it obvious that he thought she was attractive, he didn't come on to her, didn't make any of the sly sexual remarks that guys for some reason thought were cool. He was a good conversationalist, and really showed an interest in what she had to say. Older than Janet, Carl was twenty four but looked a little bit younger. And he presented himself for twenty two years old and like a student in the University, just to be sure in the good impression he will make in the beautiful girl. Suddenly, the lights came up. It was closing time. Without even realizing it, Janet had spent the whole evening with Carl, dancing sand talking.

"Darn! I didn't realize it was so late." Carl said.

"I know," agreed Janet " it doesn't seem like it should be closing time already."

"You rode in with your friends, right? Well, I was wondering, um..." Oh no, thought Janet, here it comes! The line! How about if I give you a ride home. Yeah, right. "... would you mind if I walked you and your friends to your car."

Janet could hardly believe it! This guy was great! " Of course you can, Carl. I'd like that."

"You know Janet, well, I'd like to see you again, and I thought maybe we could go out for coffee or something tomorrow. Maybe a movie?"

"Yes, Why not?"

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"OK" she said and then she gave him her telephone number.

Carl escorted the four young ladies to their car, said good night, and watched them drive out of the parking lot. Another mistake too many guys made was pushing too fast. Carl was in no hurry, he had plenty of time. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He hadn't smoked in the club because it didn't fit the image he was trying to put forth to this sweet young thing. Yeah, Carl thought as he lit a cigarette, sweet young thing. Carl liked them young. Small and young. He took a deep drag on the cigarette and inhaled. Tomorrow night, he thought. Tomorrow night we open your package, sweet thing.

"I tell you, Jenny, this guy is just great! He called me today and we talked for nearly half an hour. He is just so great! He's taking me to " Devotions" for dinner tonight! You know, that really cool place out in the country? Do you believe it? " Devotions" of all places! Isn't that just too great?"

"God, Janet, I've never seen you like this before! It's like you're gushing!"

"I am not! It's just that he's so different than the guys I'm use to."

"Well of course he's different, silly! He's not one of the high school guys you've dated, he's a man!"

"I know! He's just so much more than the kids I've known. Even Danny. I mean, I thought Danny was just everything! But compared to Carl, well... Look, I've got to go. Carl will be here soon, and I still have to get ready. Talk to you later!"

"Okay, bye" Jenny said as she heard Janet hang up. As she put down the receiver, she felt a sudden worry come over her. Something didn't seem right. What was it? " Devotions"! That was it! " Devotions" just didn't seem to be the type of place a shy guy like Carl would pick! Far too trendy. Jenny shook her head, shrugging off the feeling. Janet knew what she was doing. She could take care of herself. Besides, Carl was so nice!

Janet put on her high heels and buckled the straps around her slim ankles. She then checked her outfit in the mirror. A white ruffled silk blouse, short black skirt, natural colored pantyhose, and the black patent leather heels with the ankle straps. Stylish and good looking, her clothes emphasized her firm body and her slender legs.

"Janet!" her mother called from downstairs, " you have company."

"I'll be down in a second, mother!" Her purse! Where was her purse?! She hadn't been this nervous about a date in months! She knew why. She was excited because of Carl. He was really nice guy and she liked him! Maybe it will happen something more from this dating, maybe this will be the beginning for long and good relationship. God, was it possible! Maybe! She knew that it's too early to say... even for Carl. But she definitely liked him.

As she reached the bottom of the steps, she heard Carl's voice in the living room. " Oh, I think they'll make it to the playoffs, but they don't have a chance at the Super Bowl, not without a tighter offence."

"Agreed," came her fathers voice " but the owners don't want to lay out the money to get the right people. They want a winning team without making the needed investment."

"Daddy! Not football again!" Janet said as she entered the living room.

Carl immediately stood up, his eyes lighting up and his smile widening as he saw Janet. She was really very sexy tonight.

"Whoa! You look absolutely great! I mean, you're just beautiful!"

"Oh, thank you!!!" Janet smiled back. " And may I return the compliment?" Carl was nicely dressed in light brown slacks, dark brown V necked sweater and white shirt. His brown shoes were polished to a high gloss.

"We were just discussing the chances for the old home team." her father said.

"I could tell. And if I don't drag Carl out of here, you'll keep him talking about it all night." Janet told her father with a grin.

"Well, um, are you ready, then?" Carl asked.

"Anytime," Janet said turning to the door.

Carl shook Mr. Cole's hand and said " It was a pleasure meeting you, sir. You too, Mrs. Cole. And don't worry, I'll take good care of your daughter."

As they watched the car pull out of the drive way, Mr. Cole said to his wife, " Nice guy! A little bit older than Jany..."

"Common, we had the same difference when we started dating... it was not a problem for you at this time" she smiled and hugged him.

"I didn't said nothing" he replied quickly "I just mentioned it. In fact he seems to be much more steady than the other guys who Jany had dated with!"

"Yes, it seems so... Let's leave them... common let's go back in the house" Mrs. Cole said to her husband and they get back in the house hugged.

Dinner had been like a dream come true to Janet. The waiter never questioned her age when Carl ordered them drinks before dinner, or when he ordered the bottle of wine with dinner. And what a great dinner it was. Nobody had ever brought her to a restaurant like this before. She was definitely impressed by Carl. The other boys usually took her to a McDonald's where they had a some kind of hamburger and Cola or a cinema. But here was different. She liked these new things.

After dinner, Carl ordered them each a coffee and a brandy. Although the brandy was too strong for her taste, she drank it because Carl said it was to celebrate a very special occasion: their first date! She simply couldn't refuse!

Back in the car, Janet felt light headed, but completely relaxed as she leaned her head against Carl's shoulder. She wasn't drunk, but well into the tipsy stage. As they started the way home she noticed that Carl didn't took the main road to the town but the other one, which was not the straightest and the travel was ten or fifteen minutes longer.

"Why did we take this road?" Janet asked.

Carl gave a fascinating smile.

"Just for a ride." he said. "It's too nice a night to just go home. I prefer ten or fifteen minutes more with you."

Janet smiled widely. It seemed he really liked her if he wanted to spent as much time with her as he can... even taking this time from longer road. He was very cute she thought.

"Okay then, but you're trying to get it in very sly way " Janet joked with him.

"Yes I do" Carl replied smiling again. "But it works, doesn't it?"

Janet smiled again.

They drove on for another half hour, talking about the dinner, about school, about what they had done and about everything they wanted. Janet was relaxed and happy, enjoying Carl's company. Then suddenly Carl slowed down, and turned right onto a side road.

"Carl, what are you doing? Where's this going?" Janet was curious rather than concerned. Carl had been a perfect gentleman all night and had presented himself as very romantic person. So she was really curious what he had in mind this time.

"Oh, there's someplace special I want to show you. Special to me. My father used to bring me fishing back here when I was a kid. That was before he died."

"I'm sorry" said Janet, " I didn't know."

"It's okay. No way you could know. But that's why it's special back here. And I wanted to show it to you because you're special, too."

Janet snuggled into his shoulder. " Thank you. I think you're special, too."

They were on a dirt road now that ran near a small lake. Carl turned again, pulling onto a little used track that wound under and between the trees. Pulling almost to the edge of the lake Carl stopped the car and turned off the engine. With the headlights out, the only light came from the moon and the stars reflecting off the lake, but it was light enough. Carl looked to Janet face. She was really beautiful. Then he slowly lowered his gaze down to her body and finished it to her bare legs revealed under her skirt.

"It's beautiful back here," Janet said.

"Not as beautiful as you," Carl said as he leaned over and kissed her gently. Janet responded to the kiss, slipping her left arm around Carl's waist and her right around his neck. Carl put his arm around her shoulders. They continued kissing, Carl rubbing his left hand up down her side. Then the hand moved further, moving onto her right breast and feeling the soft bulge through the thin girl's blouse.

Janet winced as she felt his hand over her breast. She slowly pulled back and moved her hand gently catching his hand. Then, without breaking the kiss, she kindly removed it, slowly sliding it down her side.

They keep kissing, but in almost no time his hand was back on her breast. Janet winced again.

"Don't." she said softly as she again pushed his hand away but continued the kissing.

"Okay, honey," Carl said " okay."

His hand kept moving down as he began kissing across her cheek to the right side of her neck, pressing her back against the seat. His hand moved down along her side, along her hip to the outside of her right thigh and gently started to caress it. Janet felt it but this time she didn't stop or said nothing because she was afraid to insult him.

The man slowly started to move his hand down the nylon clad leg and up onto the knee.

"Carl, please..."

Then she felt his hand move to the inside of her left thigh, squeezing and rubbing as he continued kissing and licking her neck, pinning her to the seat with his body.

"Carl, please! Please stop it!"

But he didn't stop. He knew that she was a little bit shy and not as confident with the boys as the other girls. But he also knew that he had already impressed her very much and that she liked him so he was sure that with small efforts she would stop resisting him (and also her feelings) and will start responding him. All that he had to do was to be a little bit more aggressive in the beginning and everything will come in place. So he went ahead. Janet felt his hand up under her skirt. She instinctively closed her legs but the man pushed harder his strong hand making with force his way under the girl's skirt and grabbing her crotch. She tried to push his hand away with her one free arm, but he was too strong. The girl twisted her body, pushing against him at the same time.

"Don't! Quit it! I don't want to do this!" Janet pleaded to no avail.

Carl was a little bit surprised that Janet didn't stop her resistance and continued saying "No". But on the other hand he started to enjoy the struggle with the beautiful girl. Janet, unlike him, felt herself in totally different way. It is small to be said that she was surprised from his behaviour. She didn't know what to think... he was so nice and gentle till now... She felt a big disappointment from him... maybe he was not so different than the other boys as she thought.

"Stop it!" she said hardly, already wanting to cancel the actions she was involved in. "I want to go home!"

But Carl didn't hear her and continued groping her under her skirt. Janet increased her efforts to free from the man and somehow, she managed to pull away from him. But just for a moment - grabbing her by the shoulders, Carl slammed her back against the seat, again pinning her with his body. With Janet's left arm pinned between him and the seat, and his right arm behind her, Carl twisted Janet's right arm up behind her back and grabbed her wrist with his right hand. With both of Janet's arms immobilized, Carl crushed his mouth to hers as his free hand grabbed her breast, squeezing and twisting.

Janet managed to twist her mouth free of Carl's as the pain he was causing registered in her mind.

"Oh God! Stop it! Please stop it! You're hurting me!"

This was the point her disappointment from her date started to change into increasing fear from what he was doing. Till this moment she was confident that she held the situation in her hands but now she was starting to be afraid how she would stop the man. The girl felt his hands working the buttons of her blouse, felt him pulling it open. He pulled the blouse down off her shoulder, revealing her white bra covered breasts. He stopped for awhile to enjoy her firm, well shaped teen breasts emphasized by the white, stylish sexy bra and then went on. Taking advantage from her helpless situation he cupped her left breast with his rude hand and started to first caressing it and then squeezing it through the thin bra. Janet tried to get out of his grip but in vain. The man continued kissing her and mauling her breast. Then he pulled the bra strap off her shoulder and pushed the cup of her bra down exposing her breast to his hand. The girl quivered as she felt his rude hand touching the smooth delicate skin of her breast. She tried to twitch her hand from his grip but useless because he had hardly clutched it. Then Carl roughly grabbed and squeezed her nipple, sending another surge of pain through her.

"Don't! Please stop it! You're hurting me! Please STOP!" she screamed begging through her tears as she began crying in both pain and frustration. She twisted and squirmed, but she couldn't get away from him. He was all over her.

As Janet was trying to free herself Carl again put his hand under her skirt, sliding it between her slender thighs and roughly grabbed her crotch. The girl quivered as she felt the rude hand on her most intimate place. She tried to twitch her hand from his hand's grip, tried to twist her body and to lock her legs, hoping to stop him, but everything was in vain. Carl's hand was stronger and he used the immobilized position of Janet and firmly held his hand under her skirt between her legs. The desperate girl's struggles just aroused him further more and stimulated him to grab her crotch harder and roughly starting squeezing her.

Janet couldn't believe that he was doing this to her.

"Stop it, Carl! Please stop it! You're hurting me!"

But the man didn't pay attention to her pleas.

"Take it easy, Janet. Just relax. Relax and enjoy it." he said relishing the feeling of the girl's softness between her legs just covered with the thin pantyhose and the hardly feelable panties under it.

Janet didn't know what to do. Her hands were immobilized and the man had hardly pressed her against the seat. So she was absolutely helpless to do whatever to defend herself. As she was thinking what to do, she felt the man's hand grabbing her pantyhose and trying to pull it down. She instinctively reacted again trying for consecutive time to free her hands and starting twisting and squirming her body.

"PLEASE, Carl stop it! Don't do it" she begged as his free hand was trying to pull down her pantyhose.

But Carl again didn't pay attention to her pleas. He just looked at her eyes for a second, grinning and again looked down to her skirt, which was bunched up from his hand.