They say High School friendships can mean so much later in life. I was about to have a friendship with my Chemistry Teacher that would introduce me to a swinger's paradise and I owed it all to my mother! Mr. Alan, my mother and I were all heading toward a series of sexual interludes that would turn our little quiet community into a rollercoaster of lust and group sex.
How did it ever come to this! It was the worst day of my life. My reputation was ruined and worse yet, by a close friend. "How does it feel to know you're the famous Waterman High 'punchboard' you little slut?" The words were still ringing in my ears and stinging my heart. How could Brenda say that to me... Brenda of all people! She had been one of my closest friends since Middle School. I had my head down in shame as I entered the front door of my home. I sat my books on the phone stand in the entry hall and was blowing my nose as I turned and looked into living room. That's when I noticed all the ladies in mom's Bridge Club sitting around their cloth covered card-tables playing cards. As mom saw me she said, "Hi, honey, come in and show the girls' your new Drill Team Uniform." I couldn't maintain my composure. Turning away, I bounded up the stairs to my room and slammed the door. Throwing myself onto my bed I put my face in the pillow and really began to bawl. I hadn't cried like this since daddy's funeral last June. Wouldn't daddy be proud of his 'Little Peanut' now?" At Daddy's memory, I began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Lynn what's the matter honey? Are you ok?"
I could barely get the answer out. "No, mom. I'm not ok. I just need to get it out of my system. I just want to be alone for a while. I'll talk to you after everybody's gone."
Mom left and returned to her friends and I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. As my tears began drying, I felt maybe I could get control of my emotions. Calming down, I began to think about what had transpired at school between Brenda and I. The more I thought about Brenda and my other so called friends…the more upset I got. This time however, I began to get angry…really, really angry at the recent chain of events that caused this whole nasty mess. And then, I began to sort everything out and get it all in a proper perspective. In a little while I heard mom's friends going out the door and their cars driving away. Soon mom knocked on the door and asked if I wanted to talk. "No mother, I'm feeling much better. Call me when dinner's ready and we'll talk then.
As mom and ate dinner, I made light of my mood, but said nothing about what Brenda had told me. Mother and I were missing daddy so much! I didn't want to tell her that the whole school thought I was a total slut and a whore. Funny, but this whole thing was having the effect of making me feel like I might just get control of my life for the first time since approaching adulthood. I guess it was true; Aunt Carol said I was growing up and much more responsible and less a child. I knew I was going to handle this somehow…I just didn't know exactly how.
The whole thing had been caused by Brenda's ex-boy friend Bill and the guys he ran around with. They were members of a car club and spent all their time fixing up cars. Custom bodywork, paint, pin-stripping, chrome engines. They were all a bunch of very crude and rough guys but they had the hottest cars and the best looking girlfriend in Southern California. Everyone knew they stole Toyotas and removed and sold the wheels, doors, and all the window glass for money to buy their own cars and customize 'em. I didn't know it at the time, but the guys all drank way too much. I knew they didn't do drugs because the South 'E' Street Boyz did drugs and Bill's car club, the 'Players' made fun of the 'S.E.B.Z' gang. Over time they just became know for their hot cars, long cruises and 'beach boozies'. Boozies was the nickname they gave their drinking parties at the beach.
I went to just one 'boozie' with Bill after daddy died and it turned out to be a major mistake. I was really lonely for daddy when Bill talked me into going. Bill's a good dresser and very handsome and kind a like…well he reminded me of daddy's picture when he was a kid. Bill and Brenda broke up nearly a year ago so I said yes and went on a cruise with him. Everything was ok when we got to the beach until after dark. The guys made a bon-fire in a big sandpit and cooked hot dogs and started drinking beer. Later they started drinking the harder stuff and the party began getting rough and wild.
I didn't know that the whole group, including the girls were so loose and all. One minute we were dancing and having fun, the next minute the girls had their tops off and shaking their boobs. Then one by one they started pairing-off and lying down, taking their cloths off and screwing right there on the beach in front of me. I guess Bill thought because I had agreed to go out with him to a 'beach boozie' that I would be just like all the other girls. Only I thought a 'beach boozie' was just a 'little' drinking party where everybody danced and had a good time. Not a total drink 'till you puke party' and everybody screws like crazy. Anyway I wasn't ready for that. I told Bill I wanted him to take me home.
When I told him to take me home, he started getting rough with me. If it hadn't been for the Beach Patrol officers driving by and checking on the group's activities, I think Bill would have raped me. We had started walking toward his car when he suddenly stopped and said, "Lynn why don't you quit acting like the queen virgin of Waterman High. You don't have to go all the way in one night. Just loosen up and 'put-out' a little. I'm the head man here. How the hell do you think it looks when my date won't even give me a little tit? Shit, girl I'm the goddamn President of the whole fucking gang! You can give the 'Prez' a little titty can't you?"
Then he got all crazy like and began grabbing my boobs. I slapped his face. Then he threw me down and ripped the top of my new 'Brazilian Bikini' right off of me. He ruined it and it was the one daddy had made just for me. I slapped him good! Then he pinned my arms down and sat on my stomach and started squeezing my breasts really hard. He was hurting me and then he started twisting my right nipple and pinched and pulled on it so hard I screamed and started crying. Then he said, "Queenie, tonight little Billy's gonna pop you're cherry and turn you into a real woman."
That's when the patrol jeep drove up and made sure I was ok. Bill got real nervous then took me home after they left. I was really shook by the experience. I spent all day Saturday and Sunday thinking about how to handle it. I finally decided to put the experience behind me and try and for get it happened. I was scared of Bill and his club and didn't want to cause any trouble so I decided to just keep quiet and not say anything.
Next Monday Billy and his friends started the rumor that I had screwed the whole car club and to make matters worse not one of the girls that was there stood up for me and told what really happened. I guess they were too scared of the gang. The following week I began getting phone calls from not only the guys in our school, but also guys at Lincoln High in the valley. All these jerks that called, kept asking me to go out with 'em so they could have sex with me. Then the thing with Brenda happened.
