C K Ralston

Overeager teenager

CHAPTER ONE

"So what do you say, little girl? Just you and me, up in the mountains this weekend? We could have a lot of fun in this bus!" Paul Markow leered.

Sheree Sable smiled encouragingly, as if she were thinking it over. Her compact little body was stretched to its fullest length as she leaned off the curb, supporting her weight on the passenger's window casing. Her green eyes examined the lush furnishings of the gleaming new custom van as she flirted with its owner.

"It might be fun at that," Sheree winked, "But I've got other plans."

"Yeah, besides, it's real tough to sneak out for a whole weekend when you're only a teenager, Markow!" Johnny Hollister shouted from a group of guys standing near the truck.

Sheree and the man in the van glared at the big football player and his laughing friends. The group was part of the usual Friday afternoon crowd hanging around the frostie stand. It seemed to Sheree and her friend that the whole place was now watching them along with Johnny's guffawing footballers.

Markow fired up the engine in his new toy. The color was rising in his face all the way up to his hairline.

"That's just great!" he growled at Sheree. "The whole fuckin' town will hear about this by tonight! You told me you were eighteen!"

The embarrassed van owner put his rig in first and let out the clutch with a jerk. The bright yellow truck roared off in a cloud of burning rubber.

"See you later, jailbait!" the disgruntled driver yelled at Sheree as she jumped back from the roaring truck.

The voluptuous teenager put her hands on her well rounded hips and looked daggers at Johnny and his friends. Her lips fanned the word "pricks", and she flashed the group a pair of birds before turning on the heels of her sandals and starting up the street.