Young Jessica’s love life has never been hotter - could it be too hot to handle?

She unfastened the clip at the back of her head and brushed the day's knots and tangles from her thick blonde hair, sitting before the antique vanity mirror on a padded stool.  Her thoughts went back to the last time she and Phillip had been together, other than their daytime meetings for job-hunting.  They had borrowed a car from a friend of his from school and driven up into the New York upstate hillsides.  Her heart nearly missed a beat even now, thinking about me beauty and romance of it all.  They had found a gorgeously secluded place for sharing their picnic lunch, and before either of them realized it, their warm kisses had become flaming hot caresses. She remembered Phillip's hand on her breasts; the way she'd offered no resistance as he unfastened her bra, thinking that nothing would be wrong with it, the tender tingle of his fingers on her young nipples, the way he made her gasp for breath and squeal as he played with her breasts there on me grassy hillside beneath a sheltering elm tree. And she recalled also how she'd been so dreamily unconcerned with the reality of it all, blinded by the rapturous music of romance...

And now this!  How could she reconcile all that with what had just this evening happened? She couldn't pretend she didn't know what Marty Felder wanted of her, that she didn't know the full lurid extent of his proposition.  How could she leave her own real love alone on the sofa when tomorrow she would be called on to ...  Oh God, she just couldn't bear to think about it!  It was just more than she could handle tonight ... tomorrow would have to take care of itself.

Jessica undressed and slipped between the cool crisp sheets and soon sank into a tossing, fitful sleep.

Jessica's restlessness had kicked the covers off her naked young body as she dreamed a tormented dream of lovemaking, of Phillip's nakedness against hers.  And of Marty Felder.

Her door opened gently and squeaked a shrill alarm that seemed a dozen times louder in the quiet of the night.  Jessica opened her eyes as Phillip stepped into the room, wearing nothing but his white undershorts.

"Phillip!  Have you lost your mind?!" she tried to whisper and shout at the same time.

He came over toward her in the pale moonlight from the open second story window; she could see the bulging mound concealed inside his shorts and knew instantly what was on his mind.

"Phillip," she repeated, "you must be crazy. Aunt Mildred will hear you and throw us both out!  You have to leave ... now!"

But he came at her and pulled her up into his arms, yanking her nakedness up against his strong body and kissing her furiously, his tongue sliding between her lips hungrily...