"What, Monica? What am I doing to you? Tell me!" he gasped. "Oh, God – if you only knew what the feel of your sweet body is doing to me!"
"I can feel it, Burke!" Monica gasped, moaning when she couldn't help the way her tight, full butt cheeks clenched spasmically around the thickening hump of his cock as he pushed against her back.
"Oh, Monica – honey… I've never felt this way about any girl before, I swear I haven't!" he moaned, holding her tighter and tighter. "The way you look, the sound of your voice – everything about you drives me wild!"
Monica gasped again. She felt dizzy from the force of all the new sensations jolting through her young body. Yet, oddly, she felt a quick streak of jealousy at the thought he might have fondled another girl's tits – or more.
"Are you sure you're not just saying that, Burke?" she gasped.
"Monica, I swear it! Why else would I put up with the silly rules your grandfather has? What other guy would sneak over here and go through all this just to talk to you and be with you for a few minutes? You keep wondering what terrible things would happen to you if we got caught like this. But what about me? What do you think would happen to me? I must be nuts to take this kind of risk, Monica – and I am! I'm nuts about you, honey!"
He kissed the side of her face. He pressed himself tightly against her back and her full, round buttocks, not caring any more if she did feel the swell of his prick in her deep, wonderful asscrack.
Monica was nearly breathless. She let out a long moan of happiness and heat and turned in his arms. She pressed her front against him tightly, letting her tits flatten boldly against his naked, hard chest, letting the hump of his swollen, throbbing cock press against her hot, running cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, Burke!" she cried. "I feel so scary! Hold me, darling – hold me tightly!"
He did. His hands moved all over her back. They slid over her hips and cupped the full, firm cheeks of her ass. He pulled her quivering pussy tightly against his middle until their pelvises ground and slid together erotically.
They swayed together, gasping and clinging. Monica felt the big waxy seagrape leaves under her bare feet. She didn't know how it happened, but they were suddenly lying on the thick carpet of them, still embraced.
Burke lifted her face from the hollow of his shoulder and looked into her indigo eyes. "Monica, I love you," he whispered.
"I – I love you too, Burke."
"I wish… God, I just wish you could get out, away from this place. I wish I were good enough for you."
Monica drew back slightly and looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"You know," he said. "Good enough for your grandfather."
"No, I don't know, Burke," she said. "What do you mean?"
"I'm just a guy, Monica. My father's just a forest ranger off in the Everglades. My parents are divorced, and my mother just runs a dress shop over in Miami. That makes me a nobody, Monica – nobody your grandfather would want to have you associate with. Come on, you know it's that way."
She drew back further, blinking. "Burke, that isn't true!" she cried. "Grampa isn't that way!"
"Sure he is," Burke said darkly. He looked at her. His expression changed. "Honey, you mean you really don't know? My God, it's all over school! I've heard even Whit admits it. You're untouchable. No guy has a chance in hell of getting near you because of him – not unless his old man's another millionaire with a family pedigree ten feet long."