45-year old Roger Milford was driving his car down State Route 28 in the direction of Lake Point when he spotted a teenage girl waving to him at the side of the road. Being this far out, he assumed that she was a hitchhiker. Normally, he wouldn't pick people up. But this girl was young and she really looked panicked about something. So he did what he thought was the right thing and pulled to the side of the road.
He rolled down the passenger-side window and looked at the girl. She was smiling at him. But it wasn't the look of gratitude. It was the look of ... lust? No, that couldn't be right. Maybe it just looked that way because of the bad lighting.
"Need a lift?" he asked her.
She approached the car. "Sure," she said. What she said next shocked the hell out of Roger. "Wanna fuck?"
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"I said do you wanna fuck?" the girl asked.
"Honey, I think I'm a little too old for you. And besides, I think you're a little too young to be ..."
Suddenly, the girl's eyes glowed. It was just brief, but it was enough to knock Roger out of his wits. Then the girl spoke. "You like fucking girls my age. You don't care if it's socially unacceptable."
Roger blinked. Right there in front of him was a teenage girl and he knew how much he loved fucking teenage girls. And the girl even wanted him to do it. So why not?
"Sure, honey. Hop in."
She smiled, then got into the car. As they sped off towards town, the girl turned towards Roger. "By the way, my name is Amy. Amy Spencer."
As he drove, Roger stuck his hand down Amy's skirt and rubbed her crotch. He saw nothing wrong with this. Amy made sure of that. Or more specifically, what was inside Amy made sure of it.
She smiled deviously at Roger, loving the feel of his mature hand on her young body. She felt so wicked and she couldn't wait to spread this feeling to others.
