Now all she wanted was to be back home with her mum and dad, safe with the things that she knew and trusted.

The date had begun badly with Gary insisting that the dance would be boring and that they could have more fun on their own than with a crowd of, what he called, silly kids. The fact that the 'silly kids' happened to be Tammy's friends didn't seem to occur to him. At the time it hadn't mattered to Tammy - she was content to do whatever he wanted. That was until she realised what he did want.

She knew, even without his spiteful comments, that Gary was unhappy with her. It was obvious that he was becoming disillusioned with his lack of success as a would be seducer, and she was determined not to do anything that would make it any easier for him. Every time that he appeared to be making progress towards his ultimate aim, she had shaken him off and he had retreated sulkily to the other end of the scuffed rear seat.

She had spent most of the evening struggling to free herself from his octopus like embraces. He seemed to think that if he persisted for long enough then she would relent and allow him to do whatever he wanted with her. He had been wrong about that and the argument that ensued had shocked Tammy with its vehemence. His voice became soft and persuasive as he attempted to persuade her that there was nothing to be afraid of. He was wrong about that but he had no way of knowing that what she was really afraid of was her own feelings. She was not impervious to his advances. In fact she was more concerned that her own weakness would betray her into submitting to his demands.

She heard him slide casually across the seat to where she huddled in the corner, staring out of the window at nothing. He draped his arm comfortingly around the youngster's slim shoulder and kissed her chastely on the cheek. Tammy started in surprise at the interruption to her reverie. She toyed with the idea of telling him off, but she was feeling a little sorry for him. She could see the disappointment on his face, and she knew what he wanted from her. She also knew that he was going to be unlucky. She was a very attractive girl, and in an abstracted portion of her mind she was aware of it. Despite her tender years she was also aware of the power that she could exercise over boys. She felt a little guilty about being so annoyed with him. It wasn't all his fault - after all she had led him on a bit. His arm around her slim shoulder felt strong and comforting, and she felt secure with him. She sighed as she snuggled her head into his shoulder and wriggled her tantalising body closer to his.

"I'm sorry Gary but you know that I can't. I shouldn't even be seeing you. My father would kill me if he knew...and if anything happened he'd kill you for sure."

Gary sighed in exasperation. "But nothing is going to happen Tammy. You know that I wouldn't do anything that you didn't want ... I love you."

Tammy squirmed closer to him and didn't object when his hand trailed across her shoulder and rested casually on her small breast. If he loved her, maybe she was being a bit unfair to him. After all, boys had made fumbling attempts to feel her before and she hadn't complained. What made her afraid with Gary was the strength of her own feelings and the incipient emotions that stirred inside her at his touch. She felt his hand move slightly and when she didn't object, he stroked her a little more boldly, through the thin cotton of her blouse. Tammy enjoyed the sensation, despite her nervousness, as she felt her immature body slowly respond to him.

She kissed his ear lightly and whispered, "I love you too Gary, but I'm frightened of going too far." "You know that I wouldn't hurt you Tammy ... Don't you trust me?"

Tammy had heard those same apocryphal words before. Not just from Gary, but from stories that her friends had told to her.

She held her breath without speaking as she felt his hand slide under her blouse onto her bare flesh, and hold her gently. In momentary panic she placed her small hand over his as she felt him fumble with the front fastening on her brassiere, then she changed her mind about stopping him. Her inexperienced mind could see no harm in him touching her there, especially as it was beginning to feel quite pleasant. She relaxed a little more under the mesmerising influence of his cautiously adept caresses, and allowed the insistent pressure of his body slowly push her down onto the seat. He kissed her more forcefully as his hand slowly started to move downwards, tracing the curve of her hip and along the outside of her thigh. The touch of his hand on her bare knee started a faint warning bell in her mind but she ignored it. She didn't feel in any real danger.

His hand stroked her knee softly, and when it began to inch upwards, she was mildly surprised as her legs parted slightly, of their own accord, to allow him access to her upper thighs. His hand moved higher on her sensitive skin, and as his fingers whispered lightly upwards an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. She had never let anyone go this far before and she knew that she should stop him, but it felt so good and she could see no real harm in what he was doing. He was only touching her, and she could stop him any time that she chose to, and he did love her.

Tammy could sense Gary's excitement building and she felt a sudden thrill at the power that she had over him. It hardly seemed possible that letting him touch her leg could have such a dramatic effect. She wondered if it was time to stop him when his questing hand reached the sensitive skin at the edge of her panties.

Suddenly, she was confused and embarrassed at not knowing what it was that he expected of her. Then his hand lightly grazed her softness through the thin material of her panties, and as the giddy sensation blossomed outwards through her thighs and up into her stomach. She knew instinctively what to do as she gasped and blindly fumbled at him.

He whispered excitedly to her, "That's it! Touch me Tammy.".....(cont)