Susie felt the hot tears, fierce embarrassment burning her cheeks. Robby’d disappeared with that tramp Brenda, at Susie’s sweet sixteen, abandoning his precious 45s by the record player.

Lewis, who never had a date, was dancing alone.

Grabbing Robby’s 45s, Susie dragged Lewis into the closet. Yanking his pants down, she slid a record onto his stiffening spindle. Lowering her scarlet lips over his cock, she carefully planted a kiss on the label. After he exploded down her throat, she set the disc aside.

“Robby brought a ton of 45s,” she purred, reapplying her lipstick. “Find me another boy.”