Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. "45" - by Redbud (Revised) The small meeting room gradually filled with parents and students. "Is that really you, Shandra?" "Yeah." the young woman answered. "You're a senior?" The older man was incredulous. Divorced. From out of state. He hardly recognized his daughter's best friend. "Yes." "Can you believe it?"Shandra's mother beamed. "My little baby." "Mom..." Shandra rolled her eyes. "You look a little nervous," her friend's father smiled,noticing the young woman's flushed complexion. "I could never speak in front of people." "No..." The girl laughed. "We thought we were late. We ran from the car." 45 Minutes Before "Oh my God, I thought Mom would never leave," said Shandra. Her boyfriend, Matthew, followed her into the kitchen where she quickly picked up a book, some notes and a spiral notepad. "What time do you need to be there?" "Like, now," she snapped. "Seriously, I want to be there early." "It's only five minutes from here!" Shandra felt her boyfriend's hand on her hip, then lower to cup her ass. "God, you've got a cute butt." "I've gotta' go!" "Turn around." She turned. He pushed her books out of her hands and onto the table. Then shoved her backward until the table's edge pressed into her ass. They kissed. She matched his passion, kissing him just as urgently. His hands moved up over her small breasts, feeling them through her black dress. Her nipples hardened under his palms. She pulled him by his ass against her pelvis. Her breath and his shook. She pushed him away. Dazed. "I can't," she breathed. "You're wet." Her eyes fluttered. She wanted to sit on the table's edge, to open her legs for him. "I can't," she said again. 45 Minutes Later "So what's your senior presentation going to be about?" "Feminism," Shandra answered. The small auditorium was almost full. Matthew's mother, Gale, joined Shandra, her mother and her friend's father. "Have you tried the cake? It's delicious." She balanced a plate with one hand, a drink in the other. "Did you say Feminism?" Gale asked. "Yes," Shandra answered. "Women's rights have always interested me." "She's applied to pre-law," her mother interjected. "Good for you!" Gale drawled between bites of cake. She glanced at Matthew, just joining them. "Where's your tie, hon?" "My tie?" "Weren't you wearing a tie when you left?" Gale asked. "I thought you were wearing a tie." "Oh yeah...." Matthew felt his collar. "I needed a new one. I forgot..." 45 Minutes Before Shandra rushed out to Matthew's car. Matthew started the engine. She climbed in, closed the door. "What's wrong?" Shandra asked. "Nothing," Matthew answered. He glanced left and pulled out onto the road. They drove. Then stopped at a red light. "I want you too," she said quietly. "It's been seven days since you started the pill," Matthew responded, quietly. Shandra didn't answer. "I've never cum in you..." Shandra's stomach felt feather-light. She pressed her ass into the seat, almost absent-mindedly. "Which way are you going to school?" she finally said. "I know a shortcut." "No." But Shandra's voice had changed. Her "no" was quieter, maybe submissive. "I don't want to be late." 45 Minutes Later "Are you ok, Shandra?" Sarah whispered. "I'm fine," Shandra whispered back. "You're squirming!" "I have to pee." The small crowd applauded as Matthew's younger sister finished her presentation. The high school senior smiled and the assistant principal took her place. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Steve Bower will give the next presentation." "Aren't you next?" Sarah whispered. "God, I wore too much?" Shandra whispered. Sarah sniggered. Shandra tried not to smile. "Are you going to Dave's party tonight?" "Totally," Sarah answered. 45 Minutes Before "Mat..." "Unbotton your dress," he said nervously as he drove. She did. One button, then the next, then the next. Slowly. Her breath was shallow. "Like this?" she asked in a whisper. "Pull the top apart," he said, seeing peripherally, but driving too. Her breasts flickered in and out of darkness as they passed under streetlights. Her nipples were swollen and arched upwards with her deepening breaths. "What do want me to do next?" she asked. "Tell me what's going to happen to you," he said, his own breathing shallow. Shandra knew what he was asking. This was her out. I'm going to be driven to school, she could say. I'm going to give you a blow job, she could say. "You're going..." her heart raced. "...you're going to fuck me without a condom. You're going to cum in my womb." 45 Minutes Later Brief applause was followed the Assistant Principal taking his place at the podium. "You're red as a beet!" Sarah whispered to Shandra. "I'm nervous." "I thought you said..." "Never mind..." "Ms. Shandra James will be next. Her topic tonight will be feminism." The microphone failed. After two or three tries the Assistant Principal hushed everyone. "Go head and stretch," he announced. "Richard is getting a new microphone." Sarah stood. Shandra didn't want to. "Do you want some water?" Shandra's mother asked, tapping her on the shoulder from her seat behind her. "No thanks, Mom." 45 Minutes Before "Take your panties off." Shandra reached under the hem of her dress, pulling it up until it almost revealed her sex. With a shimmy of her hips, first left, then right, she pushed her panties down and over her slender legs. They fell to her ankles. She leaned forward and pulled them over her feet. Her nipples pressed against the rough fabric of her dress. She sat up. "Where should I put them?" she asked. "I don't care." She stuffed them under the seat. "Spread your legs." She did; or as far as she could. She felt her sex open as she opened her legs, warm and moist. Her breathing came in shallow gasps. Matthew had already loosed his tie. He tugged through his collar. "You know where this goes..." he said. Shandra took the tie and wrapped the smaller end loosely around her neck. The car stopped in the empty playground parking lot overlooking the school. There were no lights, only one under the school building's eave, shadowed by the leaves of late spring. They were in darkness. He stepped out of the car, walked to his girlfriend's side and opened the door. She gazed at him, eyes half lidded, legs open, bare breasts rising and falling. He took the loose end of the tie and pulled her out of the car. She clasped her hands behind her back. "Hold it," he said. He lifted the back of her dress and placed it in her hands at the small of her back. She was naked from the hips down. The slender swell of her hips and ass rounded smoothly into the darkness between her legs. "Now walk," he said, watching the young woman's hips and ass sway in the half light. He was hard. Aching. He stopped her at the fringe of trees, where the higher ground fell away - down thirty or forty feet to the back side of the school. Cars were parking at the front of the school. They could only see the light reflected from the trees at the school entrance. There was a one story sprawling brick building between them and the others. They could look down at its roof. "Hah!" Shandra gasped. Matthew's mouth closed over her breast. He sucked her tit deeply into his mouth. She arched. She could feel her sex, arching upward between her legs, behind her, readying. 45 Minutes Later The Assistant Principal tapped the mic, then adjusted it, then tapped it again. The general conversation among the attendees decreased. "OK," he said, "I think everything is working." The attendees quietly shuffled back to their seats. "As I said before," he continued, "our next speaker will be Shandra James. She will be graduating Magna Cum Laude and will be giving the valedictory speech at graduation. Her work at this school has been outstanding. She has been a model to other students and we will miss her. Will everyone now please welcome Ms. James." The attendees applauded. "I need your sweater!" Shandra whispered urgently. Sarah looked blankly. "My sweater?" Shandra yanked it from the back of Sarah's chair, meaning to wrap it around her waist. Shandra felt her mother tap her on the shoulder. "When you're presenting," she heard her mother whispered loudly. "Nothing makes a good impression like good posture. Stand straight!" 45 Minutes Before "Bend over." They were under the shade of the trees. It was night. No one could see them. The light of a back room had been switched on. Shandra shook. She bent over, legs straight, presenting, her hands still clasped behind her back. "I'm still just a high school girl," she whispered. She felt him tie the free end of the tie loosely around her wrists. Her dress hung around the narrow of her waist, her hips and the place between her legs naked and unprotected. "How old are you," Matthew asked. She heard him unzip his pants. "Eighteen," she breathed. "You don't think you're old enough?" He ran his hand over her ass, just grazing the wetness at the joining of her legs. "Let's find out." She groaned. "But I'm not sure..." she groaned, playing the game. "There's only one way to find out...." "Mmmm!" She moaned. He was pinching her tit where it hung under her. The fingers of his other hand grazed her clit. She arched and presented her ass, following his fingers upward with each glide over her clit, groaning as he pinched and pulled on her nipples. "So far so good," he murmured breathlessly. "Ummm.... now what?" she breathed. "Open your mouth." "That's it..." She heard him groan and he ran his hand over her ass. "So ready to be mounted. Now you look like a woman..." 45 Minutes Later "What is a woman?" she asked, beginning her speech. "The definition of womanhood has changed throughout history and has too often been defined by men. They are their father's commodity and their husband's property. They are the mother of God and harlot condemned by God. Women are our iconography and our pornography. They are the girls men covet and the crones they revile. "Feminism began as women's right to define themselves. Feminism is the expression of women's desire to be heard, to be respected, to be equal..." 45 Minutes Before She could still taste his cock on her lips, in her mouth. "Let's find out if you're a woman." He moved behind her. "I don't ayiiii......" she gasped. He was penetrating her, smoothly. Her mouth opened. She felt skin! At first just the soft warmth of his smooth round head placed against her slick lips - so unlike a condom! Her brows knitted and she widened her stance. "Uhn!" The opening into her body swallowed the head of his cock. She could -feel- him. She could -feel- the ridge behind the head of his cock as he sank into her. Her head shot back. "Oh fuck!" There had been no condom package torn open. There had been no waiting for him to put a condom on his cock. He could penetrate her any time he wanted. Anywhere. "Huhn!" She tried to keep her balance. He held her wrists. The girth of him slid fully into her wet belly. "Uhn..." God! So deep! She heard him groan. Then felt both hands on her hips. He drew back, skin against skin. then thrust. She bit her lip and cried out. God, he felt so good, the heat of him inside her. She cried out again with another thrust. This was real sex. There was a bare cock deeply inside her! - for the first time! His own groans joined her cries. Then he was thrusting hard and fast, overcome by the small young woman who offered herself to him. "Yeah?" he asked, out of breath. His thrusts abruptly changed - he stayed deep inside her with short, hard thrusts. "Oh...." She moaned. "Please don't!" "Why ?" Matthew groaned, playing the game. "Please! You're gonna' make..." she struggled to free her hands. "I can't stop..." "What's the matter?" he growled. She struggled, hips pivoting around the length inside her. "Look at you," he groaned. "Class valedictorian." "Please..." She lifted her hips, pushed, and arched but couldn't dislodge the cock penetrating her. "I can't... can't stop it..." She tried to turn. "No you don't," he growled. "Look straight ahead. This has got nothing to do with you." "Nothing to...?" "I said look straight ahead!" He pulled her hair back. "Uhhh! You're... you're making me..." "Hush." She felt her muscles clench around her boyfriend's cock. Yes. Like this. Someone was in one of the rooms that faced the hillside - the hillside where she was being fucked. The light went off again. The muscles in her belly clenched again as the cock thrust in and out of it. She heard some laughter from the parking lot on the building's other side. She tried to breathe evenly. She couldn't. She gasped. She thought she could hear the voice of her friend and laughter. Her pussy clenched on the cock again - fucking her from behind. The closest sound was his skin against hers, skin against skin, the sounds of her own youthful wetness. She watched shadows grow longer, then shorter as more cars pulled in. She tried to breathe again. But she was being fucked. Her body was being fucked from behind. "Uuuhhhhnnn..." Her eyes rolled. The muscles in her sex, penetrated again and again, moved smoothly from a last clenching gasp to a smooth pulsing: her body's answer to a man's cock - contracting around it again and again. A woman's answer. She couldn't stop it. She had nothing to do with it. "Uh... uh... uh... uh.....uh...uuhhhnnnn..." Yes! 45 Minutes Later "Let us control our bodies. Let us seek our own position in life. Let us no longer think of ourselves as helpless. Let the ideal of modern feminism be the woman free to define herself - free from the imposition of men -and- women. Let us be free to be both professionals and non-professionals - mother and home keeper without guilt. Let us be free to define ourselves as both desiring and objects of desire. Let us be free to make our own choices..." 45 Minute Before Matthew pulled on the tie that bound her wrists. She grunted as his cock pressed deeper into her belly. He was going to cum in her! A man was going to cum in her womb. Hers! "Please..." she breathed, her belly shaking with a last spasm. "I've never... never had cum inside me..." "Oh God!" she heard Matthew moan. "I'm not sure..." she mewled, urging him on. "Fuck, woman..." "I'm not sure... I'm not sure you should..." "What do you think you're for?" he panted. "Huh?" "I'm a woman..." "Exactly," he interrupted, groaned and pressed himself hard inside her. Her eyes grew wide and gasped. He was pulsing inside her! She could feel it! Cum! A cock in orgasm, naked, inside her. A man's cum! - spilling deep inside her belly. She moaned, a long, guttural moan as she held still, instinctively arching and opening to receive her lover's effluence, for the first time. It felt so natural. She swore she could feel the warm fluid flow into her. Matthew exhaled loudly. She stood. He gently placed a hand on her womb, another on her breast, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hands still bound at the small of her back, his naked cock still twitching inside her, in her belly, depositing a last drop inside her. This was her favorite part of sex. The gratitude. His hands moved gratefully over her hips, belly and breasts. She pressed her ass back, against him, equally grateful. 45 Minutes Later "I knew you when you were just a 2nd grader! And to think you presented tonight!" "Thank you," Shandra smiled. "And here you are," said Sarah's father, "a bright young woman." "Thanks," Shandra answered politely, wishing she could be somewhere else. "It's like the first day of the rest of your life." "Shandra!" It was Sarah. Thank God. "Do you want to go to the party tonight. Steven said we could ride with him. Stacy and Ron are going with Janice." 45 Minutes Before Matthew released her hands and untied the tie from her neck. She rubbed her wrists. Turned to kiss him. He pushed down her dress. It slid over her naked hips and fluttered to her knees. "We have to go!" she whispered. Her belly felt warm. "Jesus, that felt good." Matthew returned her kiss. "C'mon," she urged him. "We have to go!" Mathew's tie slipped to the ground as he forced his still hard sex into his pants. He didn't notice and neither did she. "This way!" he said. He pulled her down the walkway that led from the playground at the top of the hill, to the school's back entryway. Her panties. They were in the car! But she didn't care. It was almost time! They went into the school the back way. It was unlocked! They could hear voices around the corner of the long hallway that led from one classroom to another. He stopped her, pressed her back against the wall. "Fuck," he mumbled as he kissed her, palming her breast and squeezing her ass. "I want you. Again." She gasped and kissed him back just as fiercely. "I'm so wet," she moaned. "Tonight," he groaned, "God, I feel like you filled me," she whispered. "You're still inside me. It's like you're still fucking me. When I'm up there, think about how you're in my belly." She slipped away from his groping and rounded the corner. There was Sarah! The friends saw each other. Then Shandra felt wetness on her thigh - both of her thighs. 45 Minutes Later Shandra pulled Matthew behind her. "I'm going with Matthew," she said, almost too curtly to Sarah. They went the long way. They walked around the building, found the gravel pathway back up to the playground. Shandra's stomach was tied in knots. She raced up the pathway. Matthew followed, watching her slender hips sway. She had been fucked. He liked that about her. Some women always looked like they had just been fucked. "What's going on?" he asked when they reached the top of the path. She faced him, then loosened the sweater that she had tied around her waist. She put it on the hood of Matthew's car. Then she quietly turned her back to him, raised her hands and leaned on the car, arching her back. Her black dress was soaked at the center of her ass, the center of her round hips, at her pussy. She glanced back at him. Her black dress was white with his cum. Matthew stepped behind her, slowly lifting her dress. She arched, offering herself. "So," he said quietly, "you gave a speech on feminism..." "Like this," she interrupted. "With the taste of your cock in my mouth, with my belly full of you orgasm, your cock dripping down my thighs, like I was yours... finally. It makes me feel like a woman too, to have taste and smell of her man's cock in her mouth and belly and legs - God am I hot." Her breath wavering and she stretched and arched for him. He lifted the soaked dress over her ass. Her thighs were streaked with cum. She was a woman. She had been fucked. He unzipped. "I don't get you." She smiled. "Men are so clueless." "There's one more place you need a cock, woman," he answered. "Huhnnn!!!" she cried out. He slipped easily, wetly and nakedly inside her, to fill one more place with cum.