High school ended three months ago for Kerry and now it came time for her to start a whole new, exciting life in college. She always dreamed of getting away from her parents and her little town, and that sweaty job at the local ice cream shop that her parents made her work "to gain a sense of responsibility", they said. She especially disliked the job because she was forced to work with a bunch of male pigs who would constantly stare at her chest and her ass whenever they thought she wouldn't notice. God, she hated those white, nearly see-through shirts, where on really hot summer days when they were busy, everyone could see right through her soaking wet shirt and delicate bra that left nothing hidden unbeknownst to her mom, who always picked those type of bras out.
Oh well, that's all behind her now that she's graduated and has since packed up most of her belongings (including many of her stuffed animals) and brought them to her new apartment, just two miles from campus and a short walk to the shuttle bus. It was a single; her mom and dad agreed to pay the rent as long as she made the dean's list, which shouldn't be too difficult since she did that every semester in high school. Although she didn't have a roommate living with her, there were several neighbors to meet, thankfully, most of them girls. What's really great about it, and also what her parents enjoyed most, was knowing that the small complex's caretaker lived in a quaint, cottage-like house at the entrance from the road and also right next to the bus stop. This gave her parents a warm sense of security that their precious, young daughter would be looked after in one way or another for the duration of her school-year by a responsible, mature adult.
Kerry also felt safer; not simply from petty crime, but also because of the fact that she was still a virgin. This fact made her feel especially vulnerable to the many shocking stories about college parties and boys forcing themselves upon girls and such. They didn't get a chance to meet the handyman that first moving day, but they spotted him high up on a ladder working on an air conditioner belonging to Kerry's soon-to-be neighbors, Beth and Rachael.
She kissed her parents goodbye after a nearly three hour visit. They simply did not want to leave their beautiful, impressionable daughter in a strange place without their guidance and protection. However, this was a gigantic step forward in her life and she felt proud of her newly-found independence so out the door they went. Once they were gone, Kerry finished unpacking the little bit that her parents didn't already unpack for her including her toiletries, makeup, panties, bras and other girlie-stuff that her dad was too embarrassed to take out of her suitcases. It was getting dark out and rather cool so Kerry decided to slip into her pale-pink tank top and silk, purple boxers and run a bubble bath.
She shut off the hot stream of water pouring into the tub and swirled her hand through the bubbles, lifting a lush mountain of suds into the air with her arm. Her bath now ready, she used both hands and lifted the bottom of her tank top up over her breasts, catching her chin for a moment, and then up and beyond her wavy blonde hair which cascaded itself back onto her shoulders. Kerry then tucked her thumbs inside her boxers and gently tugged them, one side at a time, off of her hips, and down her legs toward the floor. Just as she was about to step out of them, she heard a loud bang at what sounded like the window in her bedroom, directly in view across the hallway.
The shade was still up. She quickly pulled her boxers back up and cradled one arm over her breasts as she ran to the window to close the shade. She shut the window after several yanks with her free hand and then snapped the shade shut. There...that was better except for that strange smell in the air, almost like a fragrant incense or something that must have wafted in from the window. Oh well, Kerry felt safe again and that's all that mattered. She wrapped both arms across her breasts trying to warm her now-shivering, slender body and ran all the way to the bathtub where she wasted no time dropping her boxers and stepping into the deliciously soothing bath water and clean-smelling bubbles.
The next morning was her first day of college and she wanted to make sure and be early to the bus stop so as not to be late to for her first class. She set her alarm an hour earlier than she thought necessary and awoke to hear her favorite female artist crooning a tale of lost love. Kerry thought to herself how lucky she was to not have to worry about a relationship since there were no boys in her life, right now that is. She recalled Peter's face to memory and thought of how enamoured he was of her during her freshman year, when he was a senior. She was flattered, at the time, by the fact that an older boy wanted to go out on a date with her, even though she didn't know him very well. Her few girlfriends that she had all said that most of the boys in her own class were too shy to ask her out because she was, "too hot and must already have a boyfriend from the football team or something", so they stated. Actually she never dated anyone until Peter came along.
The first date was when Peter came over for dinner. Kerry's parents were less than delighted by his age, but found him to be respectful with a healthy dose of shyness. After dinner, they sat on the back porch and played backgammon on the picnic table until her mom and dad told Peter that it was getting late and he should head home. She remembered how he thanked them for dinner and then turned quickly toward her and kissed her gently on her lips and then ran off to his car parked around front.
Kerry blushed at the memory of her first kiss, albeit a stolen one. She turned on the shower and stepped into the invigorating spray of water. She lifted her long, blonde hair back with both hands, elbows high in the air as the steady stream splashed all over her face and cascaded down over her breasts, with little fountains of water spilling off of her still-stiffened nipples. Memories of Peter came back again and now she recalled the second date with him, which also turned out to be the last. He drove over in his convertible on a Saturday morning to pick Kerry up and bring her over to have lunch with his parents, so he said.
She told her parents she was leaving and would be back by eight in the evening so that Peter and her could go see a movie and then grab a bite to eat someplace. Her mom had told her to look pretty for her date so she wore a pale khaki skirt with a white, knit tank top and black, sling back sandals on her feet. He held the door open for her as she sat down and then went around and got in the drivers seat. No sooner were they around the corner when he told Kerry to open the glove box. Inside was a bottle of some kind of liquor. Fear and anxiety were quickly replaced with a sense of adventure and deviousness, a feeling she has yet to re-experience.
Peter told her to open it and take a swallow, said it would feel good. She took a sip and spat it out, but he coaxed her to take a bigger gulp and swallow it all. Kerry lifted the bottle to her lips and drank a whole mouthful. Peter reached for the bottle and then took an even bigger chug himself. After a couple more drinks from the bottle, they were at his house. He parked his car in the empty driveway. There were no other cars so Kerry asked him where his parents were. He simply replied that they must have stepped out to do some shopping before they had lunch together.
Peter brought the bottle inside the house with them and closed the front door behind Kerry and locked it. She was feeling rather light-headed and needed to sit down because the room started spinning. Peter told her to head down into the finished basement where there was a large, comfy couch setup in front of a huge T.V. He said he'd meet her there in a minute because he had to, "take a leak", as he put it.
The next thing Kerry remembers is opening her eyes, lying on the couch with her knit top pulled up to her neck and her front-release bra hanging loose to either side of her now mostly naked body. She was still groggy from the alcohol she drank and it took her a moment more to notice that her panties were lying on the floor next to the couch, at least she thought they were hers. Then she felt his touch and realized that they were definitely hers lying on the floor and not possibly anyone else's. She lifted her head and watched in disillusionment as Peter touched her with one hand and touched himself with the other!
