.. I don't turn around, I just run towards the front door. My hands are shaking as I try to open the door with the key. I finally unlock the door an... run inside. As I'm trying ot shut the door, a man's arm reaches through and grabs me. He comes inside and locks the door behind him. The man is hoding me up against him...i'm facing away frohim him. I feel a hard buldge through his pants rubbing against my back. His left hand is holding my mouth shut and his right hand is wrapped around my. This growing girl wanted something else, to enjoy that most blissful moment that leads into womanhood. A sex toy, to help her on this journey of self discovery.After taking a nice long shower, she stepped into her room which she'd prepared prior. A piece of cloth over the lamp and a scented candle burning in the corner all added to the atmosphere.Standing in her sillky bathrobe, she began to brush her long blond hair. Upon finishing, she slowly disrobed letting it fall to the floor.Standing. His long thick fingers were now sliding up and down my oiled thigh. I was finding it harder to breathe. My cock was now stiffening, it had formed a tent, and I knew he could see it. But I didn't try to stop him from touching me.Fortunately, we were the only people by the pool at this point. That's when he took things to the next level."Well Billy," he said. in a husky half-whisper, "Want to come to my room for a drink?"I decided that a little alcohol might relax me a little so I agreed. We both. John quizzed them about their pasts and then he asked Naomi. “When we first met you called Christy ‘Strawberry’?” The two girls looked at each other and burst out laughing. They explained to him that in high school they were part of a “gang” of sixteen-year-old girls with over-active imaginations and just as over-active libidos. As part of their fun in the group they all took nicknames. Christy was called “Strawberry” because she was the sweetest and all the boys chased her and wanted to eat.