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Cold Walk Home - 1 (M+f-teen, rp, v, bd) 
by Sweet Irish (address withheld by request)

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Why did I agree to go with Jason to the school spring dance? I knew 
his reputation with girls around school was to get what he could and 
if the girl said no, then they never saw Jason again. Yet he was the 
only one to ask me to the dance, which I found out later he had 
planned it so no other guy would ask me out. 

***

Now I'm cold and have to walk home down a dark road alone. There're no 
houses on this road so I knew that another seven miles lay in front of 
me. I didn't know someone was following me and I was about to wish I 
had let Jason have his way with me.

...why had Jason been so cruel to me and told me to get out of his car 
when I wouldn't let him make love to me?  Now I was walking down a 
road all alone in my formal gown in high heel shoes. I could feel the 
cold dampness of the night penetrate my body as I didn't have even a 
cover-up to place across my shoulders that were exposed above my 
topless gown. 

The road was wet after the hard rain that had lasted for almost 24 
hours. Not being paved the gravel on the road would cause my ankles to 
turn when I stepped on one that was somewhat large. Mud was not the 
name for what I was walking through. It was more like cake mix I would 
work with in the bakery where I was employed part-time after school. I 
could hardly feel my toes they were so cold inside my pantyhose. 

What must my parents be thinking as it was now an hour past midnight 
and I was due home by midnight. Perhaps they would contact Jason and 
ask where I was but even if they did I knew deep down Jason would 
never tell them the truth. Rather he would likely say, "Rachel made me 
stop the car as we were leaving the dance and she jumped out and 
walked away." Which I discovered later was about his exact words to 
the police after they asked him where I was after my parents called 
them. Jason told them, "Hell I don't know and moreover I don't care 
where she is and now go away." 

Not knowing how far I had walked or how much longer it would be before 
I reached the highway I became very frightened as I realized how alone 
I was and that this was a dead-end road that went about 10 miles into 
the national forest and this had at one time been a logging road. 

Couples would sometimes use the road to park when they wanted to make 
out or have drinking parties. When Jason drove down the road after the 
formal dance I knew what he wanted and I remember thinking that I 
hadn't seen one car as we drove deep into the forest. 

All evening at the dance Jason kept telling me how great I looked for 
a 15 year old. Several times he would speak about going to park on the 
logging road but each time I would tell no as I didn't do anything 
with guys. Jason asked me point blank, "Are you still a virgin? God 
ain't that a trip. Me with a virgin. Guess I'll have to change that 
later. OK Rachel?" 

By the time we were driving down the logging road I knew that what the 
girls had said about Jason was evidently true. Once we got to a large 
turn around area Jason parked the car. At that point I wasn't to 
worried as I felt he would only want to kiss and if he wanted more and 
I told him no he would accept my decision.  That was my second 
mistake. The first was accepting the date with him after my friends 
all told me he only took a girl out for one thing so I had best be 
ready to let him have his way or I'd likely find myself in trouble of 
some sorts as Jason didn't know the work no. 

After we stopped the car Jason just sat on his side of the car and we 
talked about the dance and other kid stuff. Before long Jason reached 
over and held my hand and pulled me towards him. For the first time in 
my life a boy was kissing me and it kind of surprised me in how it 
felt and what it was like. Even when he began to french me I wasn't 
concerned. After a few minutes I became relaxed and enjoyed the kisses 
I was receiving and returning with Jason. 

Not being familiar with what happens when a boy kisses you and he is 
building you up for more I consented to moving into the back seat of 
the car with Jason. Once we were comfortable and resumed kissing I was 
finding that I enjoyed being with a boy for the first time on a date 
and especially kissing.

My body did not mind the feelings I was getting and when Jason placed 
his hand on my breast I at first didn't consider it sex. I was really 
not experienced and until I felt him unzip my dress in the back and 
then reach inside the top of my breast and grasp my breast did I 
realize what I had just allowed. Taking Jason's arm in my hand I 
attempted to pull it from him hold and squeezing my breast. How I was 
being held did not allow me to use both my hands to try and remove 
Jason's hand from my breast. 

Then he removed it himself and I was relieved. I knew that my dress 
was below my breast and Jason could see them but he kissed me and 
said, "Rachel your tits are beautiful."

What effect his comment had on me I don't know but I did not pull my 
dress up when he again was kissing me.  Again I felt his hand on my 
breast but it made me feel warm and I knew that girls let guys have a 
feel or two so I allowed him to continue felling me. When I realized 
he was kissing my nipples and sucking them I about flipped out from 
how great it felt. Somehow we had lain down on the seat and I still 
didn't worry about what was going on between us. 

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