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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
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                             Consent
                        Uther  Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com

"Two nights, Ash."  Ashley's brother was being stubborn.

"Tommy," Ashley responded, "it's a *senior*.  It's Ryan Barnes.
It's my entire future."  Ryan was one of the cool boys, and
Ashley knew if she were late for a date with Ryan -- her first
date with Ryan -- for any reason, he wouldn't ask her out again.
If she were late because she had to do the dishes, the entire
school would laugh at her.  "I'll bet his family has a
dishwasher."

"Well, our family has *two* dishwashers."

"Oh, Mom!"  Ashley hadn't thought that joke was funny the first
time her mom had told it.

"Don't talk like that to your mother."  Dad gave Mom plenty of
criticism, but he was quick to tell Ashley that *she* shouldn't.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"Take your choice, Ash," Tommy said. "Tonight, or both Saturday
and Monday."  Sunday was already her day.  So was Tuesday.  If
she agreed, she'd be doing dishes for four days in a row.

"Okay.  I'll do them Saturday and Monday.  But just wait until
you want something from me."  Even as she said it, Ashley knew
she was dreaming.  When Tommy wanted something from her, he'd
talk her out of it.

But, even though she'd have to be Cinderella for the rest of the
week, she was a princess that night.  She was waiting at the door
and went out immediately when Ryan honked.

"What's with the prim-and-proper look?" he asked after he'd
turned onto the main highway.

"Well, my parents have rules."  But, Ryan being there and her
parents being back home, she undid one button of her blouse.

"That looks like a high-school girl," he approved.  Then, when
he stopped for a red light, he reached over and undid another
button.  "And that looks like Ryan Barnes's date."

She blushed and hoped that none of the teachers mentioned it that
night.  Still, she *was* Ryan's date.  She left it unbuttoned.

She had a great time at the dance.  As Ryan's date, she felt like
she was one of the in crowd at last.  And, dressed like she was,
she felt sexy.

What was more important, Ryan must have thought she looked sexy,
too.  In the first close dance, he began to get an erection.
When she felt it, she moved back a little so as not to embarrass
him.  Apparently not embarrassed, he pulled her more tightly
against him.  He ground his groin into her stomach as his
erection grew.  She was glad that the next dance was a fast one.
She was still Ryan's partner, but they weren't touching.
Especially, she wasn't touching him *there*.

"Let's go," said Ryan late in the evening.  She was a little
surprised.  *Her* curfew was an hour and a half away, and she'd
thought that cool seniors like Ryan had no curfew at all.  When
they left, however, Ryan drove north, instead of west towards her
house.  He pulled over behind a closed store.  "Nobody can see us
here," he said.  He reached over to pull her into a kiss.

She was being kissed by Ryan Barnes!  Ryan's hand was on her
tit!  She was one of the cool crowd, now.

"There's more room in the back seat," Ryan said.  Well, the front
seat in the old Buick had lots of room, but the steering wheel
must have been in his way.  They got into the back seat.  Ryan
kissed her again.  While his tongue invaded her mouth, his hand
was on her buttons.

She'd never let a boy go that far, but she'd never dated a senior,
either.  Obviously, Ryan expected it.  He seemed to expect more;
his hand was on her bra strap.

"Lean forwards," he said.

"But..."  She wasn't sure she should.  This was a first date,
after all.  What would he expect on a second or third date?

"Lean forwards, little girl."  Clearly, if she didn't, there
wouldn't *be* a second date.  She leaned forward, and he
unsnapped the bra.  He pulled down her blouse at the same time.

"What?"

"Nobody can see."  Well, *he* could see.  But, after she took off
blouse and bra, he kissed her again.  His tongue and his hand on
her tit were exciting.  The thought that she was making out,
making out with Ryan Barnes, in a parked car was even more
exciting.

When his mouth left hers, it was to travel down her neck, her
shoulder, her *tit*.  "Ryan!" she said when he sucked on her
nipple.

"Uh huh."

It was exciting.  For the first time, the physical actions were
more exciting than the idea of being with Ryan.  It got more
exciting for a while.  Then Ryan opened the door. "Where are you
going?"

"I'm not going anywhere.  You'll feel more comfortable like this.
Try it. "  And, standing on the ground outside the car, Ryan
tugged her feet until she was lying on the back seat.  He got all
the way in again, kneeling on the floor beside her.  Her feet
stuck out, if not very far.

He leaned forward to kiss her again.  Then he kissed back down to
her tits.  He sucked on her right nipple for a moment before
going back to her left tit.  His mouth was busy there, while
his hand held her left tit and teased that nipple.

Then his other hand was under her skirt.

She knew that some boys did that with some girls.  But on a first
date?  On the other hand, maybe the cool crowd did.  They didn't
seem to wait for anything, and Ryan had to know.  And she didn't
want to have him think of her as some shrinking violet.  She was
in the tenth grade now, not some innocent middle-school girl.
"Panty hose!" Ryan said tugging at the waistband.  "That's okay
for school."  Not, his tone implied, for a dance.

Well, that told her what the cool girls allowed.  Her friends had
gossiped about seeing older girls with garter belts.  "Aren't
they a hassle?"  Well, obviously, less of a hassle than pantyhose
in some situations.  She raised her bottom off the seat.  Ryan
took them all the way down, removing her shoes to get them off.
"There," he said while putting everything on the shelf behind the
seat.

He kissed her, kissed her tits, even kissed her stomach before
his hand went back under her skirt.  His hand on her leg tickled,
but the tickle was exciting.  Then he shoved his hand all the way
up between her legs.  She clenched her legs together, but that
didn't work.  His elbow was between her knees, keeping them from
meeting.  Meanwhile, he had fingers under her bottom and his thumb
pressing her panties against her crotch.  He couldn't move his
thumb far, but she could feel it moving.

"Ryan?" she asked.  She didn't know what she was asking.  That
didn't matter; he ignored her.  He pushed her hair back from her
forehead and kissed her once more before returning his mouth to
her right tit.  All these sensations felt exciting, and she
slowly relaxed her legs.

"Sweet Ashley," he said.  "Sweet little Ashley."  That bothered
her.

"Not so little," she said.  She wore a B cup now.  He didn't have
to talk like she was back in her training bra.

"Not so little?  A woman grown?"  He bent forward to kiss her
lips again.  While his tongue was meeting hers, his finger slid
under the bottom of her panties.  She clutched her legs together
again.  "Okay.  You're responding like a woman.  I shouldn't call
you 'little Ashley.'  But I still think you're sweet.  Even
sweeter now.  Give me your hand."

Taking her right hand in his hand, he pressed it against the
zipper of his trousers.  She felt his erection.  "This means that
I want you.  Does *this*" he slipped his finger along her lower
lips, feeling the moisture there "mean that you want me?  Hmmm?
That's what it's supposed to mean."

Before she could answer, before she knew what the answer was, his
tongue was in her mouth again.

Well, it *was* exciting.  And, when his mouth returned to her
nipples and his finger stroked in her most intimate parts, her
excitement grew.  Her panties were twisted uncomfortably around
her rear before Ryan eased them off.  She pushed her skirt down
to make sure he couldn't see anything.  Then he licked one nipple
right after the other, and his whole hand stroked her bare
center.

"Oh, Ash," he said.  "Sweet Ashley, *responsive* Ashley.  Oh, I
can feel your response, feel your desire.  I love you, Ash.  I
want you.  Do you love me?"

She must.  They couldn't be in this situation except out of love.
"Yes."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."  It felt better saying that.

"I love you and want you.  Do you want me like I want you?"  How
could he ask that?  "Ashley, I want you.  Say that you want me,
too."

"Yes.  I want you, too."  And she did, sort of.  His hand and his
mouth had been rousing her for the longest time.  She certainly
wanted *something*.

"Oh Ashley!"  Ryan's hand left her shoulder.  That hand didn't
matter; the one on between her legs, which did, kept stroking
her.  And his mouth sucked on her nipple.

Her skirt was suddenly lying on her waist; she was naked down
there -- bare to his view.  But Ryan wasn't looking at her.
Instead, he was climbing between her legs.  The seat sagged under
his weight.  She felt his bare legs between hers and his loose
belt against her thigh.

"Ryan?"

Staring into her eyes and with his lips an inch from her, he
said, "I love you, Ash.  I want you, and I'm glad you said you
want me, too."  Then he kissed her hard.

Still kissing her, he reached his hand down between her legs.
She didn't want him touching her there.  But he'd touched her
there, had done it for hours that night.  And she had enjoyed it
then -- enjoyed it most of the time, at least.  She didn't want
this, but she couldn't kick him off.  First, she really couldn't;
Ryan was much stronger than she was.  Second, she didn't want to;
the story would be all over the school.  She'd have acted like a
middle-school girl.

He was too far along, and she had said that she wanted him.  And
she *had* wanted him, if not in this way.  She'd wanted to his
date, his romance, one of the cool kids.  And now....

Now she was one of the cool kids.  She was lying on the back seat
of a car with Ryan Barnes between her legs.  He parted her lower
lips with his fingers.  She felt something else there, something
thicker and smoother than his fingers -- and much more
frightening.

Panicking, she turned her head away from his mouth and gasped in
a breath.  She felt him thrust into her just before she screamed.

"It's all right," Ryan said.  "It hurt, but it will only hurt
once.  Do you want me to stay like this."

"No!"  She wanted him to get off, to let her get dressed, to
drive her home, to keep this entire night a secret.

"Oh, Ash!"  He was moving above her and driving in and out inside
her.  "So sweet, so tight, so smooth.  Oh!"  He rammed into her,
pushing her head painfully against the door.  She felt him
pulsing inside her.  It was, she knew, too late.


The end
Consent
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2004/07/12
2010/03/22

Thanks to Denny for editing this.


Another story of a girl's first sexual experience:
/~Uther_Pendragon/Gjt/sch_01f.htm
"Honey Bee"

The index to all of my available stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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