"Don't go in there. Please. Mary, you're emotional. You don't know what you're doing. Please, don't go with him."
Shelley begged her friend - but Mary wasn't listening. Mary's head had been clouded for days. Shelley knew if Mary went through that door, for a girl so young and beautiful it would be trouble. Long wavy brown hair covered half of Mary's face as she said nothing in return, she simply looked back with a vacant gaze as Bud pulled her away and through the crowd. Mary's gorgeous small ass and tight thighs were absorbed into the lobby of the club. Shelley wasn't carrying her ID, she wasn't expecting to go out that night. Security wouldn't let her follow them in.
Mary was a young eighteen, still a kid in most ways. She did as her parents asked, she lived for their approval. She had not been rebellious, she had shied from conflict and controversy. Her stunning beauty and latent sexuality were unspoken and ignored, hidden in demure clothing and a timid lifestyle. And yet Mary knew what she had done by taking Bud's hand and holding on. It didn't matter. Everything important wasn't important anymore. It's what girls did, right? Let guys use them as playthings.
The music inside was ka-thump ka-thump ka-thump ka-boom in her brain. The flashing and pulsing masked her face. It was too loud to talk to anyone. Mary found herself in a booth drinking something awful and strong. She was being kissed and pawed by big bad Bud. Between snogs, he laughed with his friends and made them all drink. Mary was silent, in a daze. On the dance floor, she let Bud hold her ass and push his erection against her. He didn't say anything, he simply ran his hands all over her as he kissed her neck and tongued her mouth.
The club was an alcoholic blur; Mary drank more than she ever had, on purpose, to steel herself. Afterward, it was warm outside but the air-con inside the cab they shared was cold on her bare stomach. Bud had his hand up the front of her t-shirt, sucking on her neck, squeezing her breast through her bra, no mind that his friend was sitting next to her in the back of the taxi. There was an after-party at a rooftop apartment. At least Bud found them a room in private rather than undress her on the sofa like that other poor girl they passed; bare from the waist down, boys circling, watching her get fingered.
The lights in the bedroom were entirely neon blue, it was surreal and strangely bright, and there were no shadows to hide in.
"You don't have nights like this very often, do you?" Bud beamed, grinning, holding her, his hands on her ass. Mary didn't just look good, her body was stunning. All the boys had been jealous of Maxwell for years. That bozo. How had such a nerd managed to keep one of the best and brightest for so long? It was a miracle. Mary had such a tight figure, in jeans you could see every line of her legs and ass; Mary was a walking aphrodisiac. Her breasts were superb. She was thin and fit. Her long light brown hair was soft and wavy and Mary had the most darling eyes. With gorgeous lips, you can imagine the boners she caused.
Bud heard that Mary and Maxwell had a serious tiff, so he swooped. He was surprised Mary said yes so easily. He wasn't going to hesitate.
Mary didn't answer his question. She never had nights like this. She lay her head on his chest and shut her eyes. Forgive me, she asked her future self, for what is about to happen.
Almost immediately there was tugging at her t-shirt. Her arms went up and her top flew over her head. As quickly as it was gone, her jeans were being undone and pulled down her thighs. Bud didn't mess around, pulling her legs free and then tossing his own shirt, jeans and socks in a pile next to hers on the floor. If she had cared, the tent in his underwear would have terrified her. Instead, she gave her tongue as he put his in her mouth. Bud's hands were inside her underwear on her ass, pulling it lower. With panties at her thighs, he unclasped her bra, dragging the straps over her shoulder then down and off. Bud whisked his own boxers down and stepped out of them. He came back to kiss her, his front pushed against hers, his burning monster at her stomach.
Mary had never been naked with another person, let alone a boy with a raging erection. If not for the alcohol, the anxiety would have driven her mad. As it was, goosebumps covered her skin as Bud felt all of her nudity with his hands.
"I'm going to fuck you senseless," Bud grinned.
"I know," Mary sighed in return. This was the fate she conceded herself to the moment she said yes to the date with Bud. She knew he didn't like her for who she was, he liked her body. Any date he wanted with her was for one reason, to get into her pants. And Mary had conceded her pants, on schedule.
"You're such a slut," Bud laughed.
Mary's panties stayed caught at her knees as Bud walked her backward to the bed, pushing her down. Bud pulled the underwear off and jumped on top, his pelvis between her naked legs. His erect cock pushed straight at her pussy. It got stuck at the entrance. It wasn't going to be that easy.
Bud stood and took a moment to admire the gorgeous nude girl he was about to mate with. Bathed in that eerie blue light, Mary was stunning. She had the tiniest muff, and Bud could see clearly where to go inside her. Never in his imagination did he realize how easy it was going to be. He flipped Mary over by the hips, putting her face down on the bed. He pulled her ass up into the air, bringing her to all fours. Mary gasped as she felt him kneel and put his face to her vagina. It wasn't what she had expected. Bud held her waist tight and sucked. It was all she could do not to scream at the first boy touching her vagina, with his mouth and tongue of all things.
Bud stood when he was satisfied she was wet. He held his cock at her entrance and pushed. Mary's pussy didn't give in. Surely he must know it was her first time as he battled into her cunt? Normally it couldn't be this difficult to have sex with a girl, could it? Mary dropped her face to the mattress and groaned out loud at the long, drawn-out defloration. She looked down at her own nudity and shuddered. Naked, with Bud, bathed in weird blue light. It was unthinkable. Unimaginable. She thought of her boyfriend Maxwell as the animal grunts behind her pushed harder and further inside. She had said no to Maxwell and he'd dumped her. After all those years together, he couldn't wait just a little longer. He'd called her frigid. He'd called her a tease. He said she was a blue-baller. Mary had thought she was going to marry Maxwell one day. That was gone now.
She pushed her pelvis back against Bud's cock in spite at Maxwell, giving encouragement and permission to keep at her. If Maxwell wanted her to fuck so badly, then okay, she would fuck.
Mary looked over her shoulder at Bud pressing his pelvis at her. Bud, a stupid jock. He caught her eye and they stared at each other briefly as he puffed and grunted. He gave a satisfied grin and two big pushes.
"You like that?"
Mary nodded, though she wasn't sure why. It stung. It hurt. There had been no loving foreplay, no warming up. Her clothes had come off and they were naked together. Having sex. Just like that.
Having sex.
A week ago the thought was preposterous. She and Maxwell had planned to stay at his place alone together, for the first time. His parents had been called away and hers thought she was staying with Shelley. Mary was so excited to spend the night with him, to sleep in his arms. But all Maxwell had thought about was getting her pants off. He knew how she felt about that, but he pushed her anyway. Just because his parents were away didn't make her suddenly change her values toward sex. After his moping and moaning, Mary conceded and took off her pajamas. She'd left just her bra on top, and her panties below, it was already more than she had ever done. But Maxwell wanted more. He wanted her underwear off. He literally tore it, leaving her bra hanging loosely from her body. They had a stinking row and Mary ended up sleeping dressed and alone in the spare room. She was so disappointed.
When Maxwell started viciously telling their friends on Monday that she was frigid, a tease, that he'd waited years for nothing, the pain became worse. When she started finding pairs of blue Nerf balls left in her bag or locker, it became vengeful. Mary wanted to hurt him as much as she felt hurt. She could only think of this. Bud, a guy that Maxwell hated. Naked. His cock in her. It was terrifying how much her life had derailed in a week.
Now that the pain and effort of getting the enemy inside her was done, the fucking was surprisingly smooth. Bud stroked himself in and out easily. There was no affection, just raw sex. He gripped her hips tightly and humped. Her whole body shook. Bud was pushing her up the bed with each slam, so much so that he followed her up onto the mattress on his knees. He fucked her from behind until her face was squashed awkwardly against the bedhead. She was stuck, feeling the full grunt of the boy behind her.
"You love it, don't you!" Bud yelled out.
