John Summers heard the bell that announced the end of another school day and got up off of the bench at the bus stop. He straightened his day-glow orange vest as he stepped out onto the sidewalk and watched the entrance to JFK Junior High and High School, waiting for the flood of kids to burst through the doors into the freedom of yet another beautiful Vermont day.

And sure enough, right on schedule, here they came, their excited babble audible to him from two blocks away. Ten minutes later, the vast majority of the kids were gone, with only the occasional stragglers left trudging towards him. And, as always, the very last kid to leave the schoolyard was young Betty Costa.

John stood and watched her hungrily as she walked towards him, her hips swaying from side to side and her big, firm tits bouncing with every step. As always, she had her head down and her eyes fixed on the sidewalk in front of her. And as he always did, he wondered why such a bright and pretty girl was always alone. He supposed it was because she was so obviously poor, although that had not stopped him from having friends when he was growing up.

He knew that she lived with her divorced mom, an attractive woman who made ends meet by bartending on the day shift at a local Elk’s Lodge. And he also knew that her mother’s absence was going to be his ticket to finally fulfilling his dream of fucking the lovely teenaged beauty.

Betty was eighteen years old. She had thick, dark brown hair that gleamed and showed a touch of auburn in the sun. She was a petite girl, her body hard and fit from softball and field hockey. She had big tits for her size; pointed, cone shaped breasts about the size of softballs with fat, puffy nipples. Her hips had a womanly flare, her waist was slim, her ass round and firm and her legs strong and shapely.

Today Betty was wearing an old Girl Scout uniform, the green long since faded to a shadow of what it should be. But the outfit was immaculately clean and neatly pressed, her knee socks glowed white in the bright sun and her almost worn out shoes shone with a fresh coat of shoe polish.

He stood in the middle of the sidewalk and put on a theatrical frown, making a show of looking at his watch and said, “I thought that Girl Scouts were supposed to be punctual.”

She looked up at the handsome twenty three year old man from under her bangs, a smile spreading across her face as she drew nearer. She combed her mid-back length hair behind her ears, her lifted arms and the shoulder straps of her old backpack pulling her blouse tight across her big breasts and smiled broadly at him.

“You know that I’m not a Girl Scout,” she said archly.

“And it’s a good thing that you’re not!” John smiled. “Since you’re always late.”

“Oh, poo!” she replied. “I’m not late, you just want to leave early.” John laughed and stepped off the curb, stopping traffic with his Stop sign and escorting Betty across the street.

“Well, it’s quitting time now, but I just can’t imagine why I’d want to get off early.” John said as the two walked down the street. He glanced down at the girl as she snorted and smiled to herself.

They chatted together as they walked until they reached the middle of the next block. John stopped and looked around as Betty ducked through a hole cut in the tall chain link fence that cordoned off a ravine from the surrounding properties and the street.

John took one more look around and then followed the agile eighteen-year-old girl through the fence and onto the path that was a shortcut to her house. The well-worn path wound its way through the badly overgrown lot and within moments, the odd couple was lost from sight.

Betty looked back and slowed her pace until John had caught up, and then boldly took his hand. He smiled as they walked together through the cool, shaded woods, her hand warm in his. A few minutes later, she turned off of the path, pushing her way through a line of densely clustered bushes and pulling him into the overgrown backyard of a rundown ranch-style house. John eyed the house nervously, she had never brought him home before.

Here she stopped and shrugged her backpack off, dropping it on a battered patio table that stood in front of an old bench, both items protected from the weather by a faded canvas canopy and the dense foliage of the trees they were under.

She thumbed on the power button of a cheap battery powered radio and then stood looking at the house for a moment as John came up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. “That’s my house,” she said before John could speak. “Mom’s not home, she has to work until midnight tonight.”

And then she turned around and squealed in delight as John scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tightly, burying his face in the soft curve of her neck as she looped her arms around his neck and hugged him back.

She sighed as he set her on her feet on the couch and she leaned against him as his hands slowly moved down her back and on to her taut, round ass. She tipped her face up and moaned softly as her lips met his and they kissed, the older man groaning as her hands slid down his chest and found his rapidly erecting cock.

Her body shivered as his hands moved under her skirt and up between her thighs, his fingers stroking the puffy mound of her sex as their tongues danced together, first in his mouth and then in hers.

She drew in a long, shuddering breath as their kiss ended and kissed her way from his mouth to his ear, spreading her legs to make room for his hands as she tongued the skin of his neck and ear.

After a few delightful moments where they unmercifully teased each other, Betty released his cock and pushed him back, her head bowed as she gasped for breath. And then she backed up a step and primly seated herself on the faded wood of the bench’s back and looked at him.

“You promised.” she said softly, her eyes fixed on his face. She smiled as she saw that his eyes were fixed on the fat mounds of her breasts, her hard nipples plainly outlined by the material of her blouse.

“So I did.” John admitted. He pulled himself together and looked into her eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked gently. “It’s a big step.”

“Yes ... I ... I think I do,” Betty said slowly.

“Are you really, really sure?” John wasn’t smiling now. He was serious and Betty could tell from his face that he wanted a serious answer. “We don’t have to do this, you know. I’d be happy just walking you home.”

“I wanna see it, John,” she said as her hands twisted together in her lap. “I want to see it and touch it, and I want you to see me and touch me.”