I had very little to do with boys through my high school years. I graduated at the end of May and wasn't due to start college until September so I had over three months in which to enjoy my freedom from studies and exams. My friend Joan and I hung out a lot. I had a few dates mostly with boys who had attended the same high school as me. There were, of course, those dates when I was kissed and my breasts fondled. One boy even got his hand on my inner thigh before I stopped him. I had promised myself there would be no pre-marital sex. I did, however hedge my bets by going on birth control. It wasn't difficult to maintain celibacy with most of my dates. They were all immature inexperienced fumblers who were incapable of making me feel anything but irritation. One exception was a frightening and painful episode with an older man.
Mr. Simmons and his wife were friends of my parents. They lived a few blocks away from our house and they sometimes sought my services babysitting their 5 year old son. The last time they asked me to baby sit was on a weekend when my parents were out of town and I was home alone. The Simmons always paid me well for my services and I welcomed the prospect of additional money since I wanted to have a healthy bank balance when I went to college in the fall. The Simmons did not stay out late that night and when they returned Mr. Simmons paid me double what they normally did. I assumed it was because I was no longer a schoolgirl and warranted a higher rate. Mr. Simmons had always been kind to me in a fatherly sort of way and I had no reason to feel any suspicion when he offered to give me a ride home.
When we drew up outside our house Mr. Simmons jumped out and came around the car to open my door.
"I know your parents are out of town so I'd better see you safely inside" he said.
Smiling at him I replied, "Thank you, Mr. Simmons, perhaps I can offer you a cup of coffee before you go back."
"That would be nice" as he ushered me up the walkway to the front door.
On entering the house I took off my jacket and headed straight to the kitchen to set up the Keurig coffee machine. As I was reaching to the overhead cabinet to get a couple of K-cups I became aware that Mr. Simmons had followed me into the kitchen and was standing close behind me; so close that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. His proximity made me uneasy and I slowly came to the realization that this older man might have less than innocent intentions. When his arms encircled me in a vice like embrace with his manhood pressing against my buttocks I froze. I just couldn't believe that this family friend whom I had known since childhood would behave in this way. He suddenly freed my arms but before I could even attempt to struggle he pushed me forward and down over the counter. I was still paralyzed with shock and was slow to react. In any event I was no match for his size and strength and was helpless under the strong male hand that had me pinned across the counter top. This was no inexperienced boy who could be stopped before going too far.
I felt the air conditioned coolness on the back of my thighs as my skirt was unceremoniously hiked up around my waist and my panties dragged down over my hips. He kicked my feet apart and I felt his free hand groping at my bare behind. By the time it finally registered on my stunned brain that I was being sexually assaulted knowledgeable fingers were parting the lips of my vagina and a thumb was probing my anus. I finally regained my voice and shrieked
"Let me go you old pervert. I'll see you in jail for this."
My shouts and threats had no effect. This experienced married man already had one finger deep inside me. Another finger quickly joined the first and though I continued to wriggle helplessly and shout for him to stop the relentless finger fucking continued. Despite the rage I felt at this unwanted violation my body was telling a different story. A warm glow was spreading from my loins, and despite my resentment I knew that his ministrations were overcoming my resistance. My cries of rage were slowly changing to throaty groans and moans that let him know he had succeeded in overcoming my defiance and that I was now subjugated to his will.
Suddenly his fingers withdrew and I was about to re-commence venting my rage when I felt a hot hard rod of flesh slipping up and down between the lips of my sex. The head of his manhood entered me and I stiffened in trepidation; this was my first experience of penetration and I wasn't sure what to expect.
What I hadn't expected was the sharp pain as his stiff member suddenly plunged into me. After only a few strokes in and out I heard him grunting and felt his semen jet into me. He withdrew, released me and I turned in time to see his back as he headed for the front door. I was mortified with shame at having been treated this way and spent the next couple of hours contemplating whether I should inform the police and or tell my parents about it. In the end I decided to do neither. In retrospect I realize that Simmons had only one thing in mind and that was to satisfy his own needs and didn't care whether it was a pleasant experience for me. The pain and a little blood from his assault left me feeling that I never wanted to have sex ever again.
It was a few weeks after the incident with Simmons when I met a young man at Joan's nineteenth birthday party. John and I danced a few times and we arranged to meet the following day. After a couple of dates we seemed to be hitting it off. We liked the same music and enjoyed each other's company. John was a handsome boy and I had no problem with a little kissing and hugging but he never got any further. Because he never pressed me I felt secure and comfortable in his company. So when he invited me to spend a weekend in the mountains I felt quite comfortable with the invitation and, in any case we would be staying with John's older brother and his wife at their mountain chalet. When we got there, however, Simon told us that his wife, Susan had just left. Her father having suffered a mild heart attack, she had gone to be with her mother for a few days.
I took an immediate liking to Simon who was about twenty-three and even more handsome than his younger brother. There was also a big difference in their build. Whereas John was only five-feet-seven and slightly built, Simon was a muscular six-feet-four. Slow moving and easy going, he had a great sense of humor and kept us constantly amused.
When John had to go to the nearest town that Saturday to get some groceries I begged off with the excuse that I didn't feel too well. In truth I just didn't feel like traveling on those mountain roads, especially since John was an indifferent driver. I felt no trepidation at the thought of being left in the cottage with Simon for a few hours.
