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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- No One Hears a Whisper (MF, reluc, 1st) by Last Resort (Address withheld by request) *** My emotions remain mixed over the night, twenty-five years ago, when I lost my virginity. Was I raped, did I consent, or did I just surrender? *** My name is Anne, and I suspect my tale is the common of the girls of my generation. Only each person's setting is a little different. Dating was always both a pain and fun. When you had a boyfriend and were going out where your friends could see you were happy. When you were not dating there was pain. I had just finished a short relationship with a good- looking boy in my junior class at high school. I was not happy. For the past three weekends I had gone out with friends cruising the spots around town, trying to be seen. I was the best looking of the three of us and they were happy to have me free and along with them. Judy said, "Karen and I will just cast you out as bait and you bring the boys back for us to check-out." Judy, who was tall, thin and redheaded with freckles, was by far the boldest of us all. Karen, who was much quieter, was short, dark and always embarrassed by the things Judy said. They were as different as night and day but had been friends forever and still are. I grew up with both of them and keep in touch regularly. On the night in question we pulled in to a local drive-in restaurant that had been around since the fifties. It's gone now, but then it was still going strong, with teenagers cruising around ever few minutes looking for something to do or someone to talk to. I had set my sights on a boy at school who was a year older than me and had learned that he might be around the drive-in that night. We pulled in to a parking place up front and got out and went inside to get a coke. When we came out I suggested we hang around for a while and wait to see if my target would show up. I was only a few minutes later that Judy noticed an unfamiliar group of boys in the side parking lot. She said, "Anne, stand over here by me so they will see you. One of them might come over." I rolled my eyes back but moved over and the three of us stood for a minute in front of the car to see if the would "take the bait." To my surprise it worked. No sooner had I moved over than one boy yelled, " Hey, what are you girls waiting on." Judy answered, "Not much." "Cool conversation," I said. She looked, "Well, it's working isn't it?" She was right; two of the boys were on their way over. Almost as soon as they got there I left for the restroom that was inside. The guys were ugly and besides, I was looking for someone else. I went alone, leaving Karen and Judy to handle this by themselves. After a few minutes I came out of the restroom and could see the girls talking and laughing away in front of the restaurant. "Oh well," I thought and set down at a table. Three could be a crowd and why should I be the crowd. I didn't notice him when he came in. But I did when he sat down with an order of fries and a coke at a table near mine. He seemed to be watching the same scene I was. I was just about ready to get up and go outside when Judy acme in and told me they were going with Mike and Jack to the Lake Club. The shocker was that I was to take my car and one of their friends and follow. I was about to say no when the two guys came in and started talking to the boy I had noticed. They came over immediately and introduced Don to me. He was good-looking. He explained he was from a school outside of the town and lived in a more rural area of the county and he and his friends didn't hang out around town too much. I agreed and off we went. I learned later that Don planned the whole thing to get me alone in my car with him. It worked like a charm. We went to the Lake Club. A teenage dance place on the edge of town by the lake. Don had been charming and by the time it was time to go home I wasn't disappointed when some one suggested that we leave the same way we got there. That meant I was to take Don home. Sex had never been much of an issue with my boyfriends. I said no and they didn't try anything. Making-out always included being clothed. I was always in my driveway or at a house when someone else was around. On the occasions when we did park somewhere to make-out I had never had too much problem past the breast fondling and top off stage. I was curious about sex but was too much of a planner to let anything like that happen spontaneously. Until that night. Don laughed and smiled and listened to everything I said. He was out of school and was finishing his second year at the local junior college. When we got I the car he suggested he drive because he knew the way and it would be easier. We had both had a drink of a bottle one of the other boys had in their car. Mine had been real strong, and although not at all drunk, I could feel its effect. I almost never drank anything. We got in and after we started down the highway Don suggested I come over to his side and sit close. I thought this was cute. No one did that anymore. I scooted over and Don put his arm around me and made quiet and sweet conversation for the next eight miles until he pulled in to a dirt road and pulled into the woods. "Where are we?" I said. Alarm bells should have gone off in my head but for some reason I trusted this guy. "One road down from my house," He said. "I want to talk to you for a little while longer. You said you could say out until twelve and its only ten-thirty. We have another hour." This guy, who had not made a move all night, leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "This has been one great evening," he said looking me square in the eyes and leaning back against the door. "I don't want to end it early. We could take a walk here, it's my Dad's farm." I look back and wonder. Was it just the right time for it to happen and I didn't know it, or was I a victim of a super move by a guy who knew what he was doing? I know I had never been really pressed before so I really didn't see it coming. I thought handling guys and my own emotions were easy. So I said, "Okay, but only for a few minutes." We got out and walked down the dirt road talking as we went. Suddenly we were beside of a beautiful pond. "This is a nice place," I said. He smiled and agreed. "Would you like another drink?" He pulled the bottle that the other boys had had with this from his pocket. "There is only a tiny bit left. I took it away from them because they'd had too much." He took a drink and told me to drink the rest. I took a pull and realized there was more left in the bottle than I thought. I swallowed it all and began to cough. He laughed at me and said how he was sorry but there must have been more in there than he thought. The guy most likely didn't drink any himself. I was being set up like a bowling pin. We walked back to the car. I still wasn't drunk but when we got to the car he pulled me into him arms and kissed me long soft and tender. He opened the back door and sat on the seat and gently took my hand and guides me inside. I wanted another one of those kisses and he obliged. As he kissed me for the second time he had his hand on the back of my head and was gently rubbing and smoothing my hair. When we broke his lips moved down my neck and back up to my ear where he nipped gently and breathed deeply. I remember thinking, "Wow!" But deep inside me I remember that a small alarm was ringing. I ignored it. When we broke the embrace one hand was on my lower back and his other on my knee. He began kissing me again with a little more force and I could feel the tips of his tongue on mine. I was caught up in this moment and I honestly don't remember when my blouse was opened or exactly when he began the gentle massage of my right breast. I only truly noticed when he began to kiss the nipple through the thin fabric. It was then I felt the breast unsnap and realized his other hand was on my back under my blouse also. I then said my first protest, "We should stop." He ignored me; instead his mouth began gentle manipulations of my nipple. I could feel his hand rubbing my back and his other hand on the inside of my knee. It all felt electric. It was the most exciting thing I had ever done or felt or imagined. When he pushed me over on my back one leg came onto the seat while the other stayed on the floor. He lay half on half beside me with his knee between my legs. "Please Don we need to stop now," I protested again. "Just a little more," he said. As he spread my blouse completely open and lowered his mouth to one breast and then to the other. I didn't insist. I just didn't realize how close I was to going all the way with this boy I had known for only a few hours, By the time I came to my senses his left hand had found the inside of my upper thigh. This was the limit of as far as I had ever been before. Maybe the fact that I had been this far before made me think that I could still be in control. But this was not my other boyfriend and this felt better. "We can only do this a little more Don so don't go much farther." I remembered later that I had said, "much farther" and not "any farther." Don must have noted this and said, "Okay dear." As he said it his hand touched my pussy. I could feel how wet I had become and was slightly embarrassed by all the moisture. My embarrassment only lasted a second because the feeling from his rubbing through the thin cloth of my panties was a new excitement that I never imagined. I had masturbated before but the feeling of someone else touching the place only I knew was unbearable. "Don't." I whispered to Don His mouth touched my navel "Please." His tongue returned to my breast "Oh no," I whispered again as I felt my panties being pulled down over my hips. "Don't. Please." Here is where I now wonder about my own intentions. As I said no I could feel myself lifting my own hips and narrowing my legs so the panties could come off. "Help me," I said to no one. "Don, You must stop now, please," I said and I began to lift myself up on my elbows. A new confidence entered me that I could stop this after all. It ended the moment I felt him mouth on my mound. It was the most wonderful feeling yet. I stayed on my elbows looking at him for a moment. Then I closed my eyes and began to moan. I had an orgasm instantly. I remember my blouse totally off and my skirt going the way of my panties. I wore no hose so except for white socks within two minutes of his tongue touching my clit I was nude except for white sneakers and socks. When I opened my eyes I saw him. He was nude also with his tool looking for the world like the largest thing I had ever seen. Now it was fear. "Don, Please stop now. I am a virgin." I knew this was useless. He had ignored me so far why should he listen now. He stopped for an instant. I had a glimmer of hope. "I know you are dear, but only for a little while longer." "Please, Please," was all I said. Again his mouth began to work on me. For the next few minutes every place he had kissed before was kissed again. I could feel his dick on my thigh. When he kissed my mound again I must have seemed ready. I could feel every nerve in my body when he touched his dick to the entrance of my pussy. Ever so slowly I felt him enter. "No," I whispered. But by now I knew I didn't even mean it. Up until that point I would have been relieved if he would have stopped. Now I had to have it. Yet I whispered, "No." Slowly, up against the hymen. Then it was through and all the way in. The pain seemed unbearable. "No Don, it hurts, please no more, no more." Somehow I was still whispering when I should have been shouting. I wanted it to stop. Suddenly a slow gentle rhythm began. The pain began to turn and my head became clear. I was doing it! Out here, in the middle of nowhere I was being fucked by some guy I only just met! Finally it began to feel better and from down deep an orgasm began. The very tips of me began to tingle. I began making short little screams in rhythm with his pounding until at last from the very marrow of my bones release came. A warm and powerful orgasm began and I arched my back and pushed my hips towards the pounding Don. As the orgasm ended I settled back down on the seat and wrapped my legs around him. I could feel him pick up his rhythm and with one final enormous stroke that I thought would split me wide open he came. I could feel him shooting inside of me and for the first time I thought about getting pregnant. I didn't get pregnant. I never saw Don again. He was a jerk and a rapist. I wonder how many times he pulled the same trick on other girls. It was later that I realized that Don must have created the whole deal. The two other guys had picked up Judy and Karen to leave me with Don. The bottle had been given to Don to help smooth me over. Don had known all along what he was going to do and somehow he knew I would surrender. Things didn't end up badly though. A couple of weeks later I started going out with another guy. I found out I could handle him and didn't have sex again until a couple of months later. This time it was my choice and the guy was the virgin. THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 15