This is the story of how playing hooky led to my rape and changed my life forever.
I remember the first day I met him. It was a sunny morning, and I was busy getting myself ready for work. I had put on a white, sleeveless tank top and a black skirt that just went above my knees. Underneath I had my white sports bra on, making my breasts stand out. I remember back when I first started developing. I thought how lucky I was to be bigger than the girls my age. Having breasts that stood out meant more attention from the boys. Anyway, I had on white cotton panties, socks and black shoes. My hair was very long almost reaching my butt. It was now 7:30 am and time too walk to work; I hated taking the bus, as it was always too crowded and smelly.
I was about a block and a half from my home when I noticed this very handsome, older guy watering his flowers. Even at a tender age, I'd liked older men, and now was no exception. He looked at me with the biggest smile and said, "Hi. What's a pretty little thing like you doing up this early?"
I stopped. "I'm going to work, but the bus sucks, so I get up early and walk. I like your flowers, they're so pretty." We continued talking small talk till I noticed it was getting late. So I said a quick "bye" and rushed off to work.
From then on, every day when I passed his place, he always seemed to be outside and I'd stop and talk to him. Sometimes he'd offer me a drink of lemonade or something, and we would sit on a pair of sun chairs he had in his front garden having a drink while we talked.
Then Oct 26th arrived, my 18th birthday. It was great walking to work that morning. Dave, as I now knew his name, was once again outside. We chatted as usual, and I told him it was my birthday. After work, I was walking by his house when he came out and stopped me. He had gotten me a Happy Birthday balloon and a yellow single rose. He was so sweet and I just loved it.
When I got home, I had my birthday party and one of my gifts from my girlfriends was a cute bra and panty set. I was so excited. I couldn't wait to try it on. That night, when I went upstairs to my room, I undressed to put my nightie on. While I was still naked, I just had to try on my new underwear. God, it felt so good and I felt so sexy. I'd never had anything like this before. I was standing in front of the mirror throwing my shoulders back just to force my bust forward and give them a little more show. I couldn't wait to wear this the next morning.
I put my new bra and panties on, which were white cotton with little tiny flowers on them. As I told you, my hair was very long, reaching my butt, and as dark brown as my eyes. I was about 5'2 weighed 102 lbs, a small body. I didn't feel I had much of a figure but, in some dresses, I guess you must have been able to see my curves, especially my breasts. Once or twice of late, I'd noticed men paying me more attention. Nothing weird, just that look that men give you. My legs were very long and full and, with nylons on, they were also something that made men look. I must admit, even I thought they looked awesome. The dress I put on today was really frilly, white with lots of lace flowers on it, almost matching my new underwear. It was very full looking and it flared at my hips, showing off what figure I'd got to best effect. Then I just left my hair to fly freely.
Off I went with a spring in my step as I took my normal walk to work. As I neared Dave's place, he was outside waiting to catch me. He yelled over at me, and I stopped and waved to Him. He came running up to me to ask how my Birthday went. I told him great and then started telling him the details of the party. As I was talking to him, I could tell he was looking at me very differently. Looking at me from top to bottom, he was really looking at my breasts. I felt both a little uncomfortable and, at the same time, excited that he was looking at me that way because this meant he was looking at me like I was an attractive woman, instead of just a friend.
I told him I had to run to work before I was late. He offered to give me a ride, but I turned him down, "No thank you. I love the walk." In all honesty, I felt so proud of the way I looked today. I just wanted the world to see me.
It was a great day. I seemed to have lots of guys following me wherever I went. Too be sure, I'd had guy friends before, but now they seemed to give me more attention. They seemed to want to be with me, not for playing or poking fun at, but just talking.
After work, I saw Dave outside his place. He caught sight of me and ran over. His face had his usual big smile. He asked me how my day had gone, and I told him about how some of the guys had been walking with me, sitting by me, and having lunch and breaks with me. Dave didn't seem too happy about that. At the time, I didn't understand why, but he didn't want to hear about it. Now I realize he was jealous. At the time, I hadn't considered the possibility, but I knew that he was a mature man of thirty or more and I was much younger than him. I'd put that down to my imagination going wild.
I told him I needed to get home to do a project. He asked me what it was, and I explained the details. Then he asked, "Could you use a bit of help with that?"
"You serious?"
"If you want me to. It was my top subject at college, so I guess I can handle the level you're at."
"Oh God, that would be great."
He let me into the house he got some lemonade. We moved outside where he had a table and lawn chairs set out under a tree so it was shaded enough.
Dave was true to his word, and over the next few months it was the same thing everyday with me stopping off at his place to work on my project. He was so patient with me, and gradually my project took shape.
Then one morning, for no apparent reason, I just felt like I wanted to skip work. When I got to Dave's place I mentioned it. "Oh God, Dave," I moaned.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing I guess, I'm just fed-up with work."
"Why? Who's upset you?"
"Nobody, I just don't feel like going today."
"Well, stop here then."
"Really? You mean it?"
He just laughed, "Yes really!"
I was so happy and excited; I bounced up and down, but stopped short of giving him a kiss.
"Come on then, you'd better get inside before anyone sees you."
We went inside and I sat down on the kitchen table where we sat talking. Suddenly, he said, "Hey, I've got an idea."
I looked at him, not knowing what was in his mind. "What?"
"I can call a couple of buddies over and have them bring some beer."
"But Dave, I've never drank beer before."
"Oh come on, a big girl like you? Don't tell me you've never had a beer?"
"Never."
"Well, it's about time you tried then. A couple of beers won't hurt you. Anyway, we're gonna have some, so it's up to you."
He picks up the phone and dials. "Hey, Greg. This is Dave. How about you pick up Steve and come on over?"
Silence and then "Can't tell you on the phone, but you won't be disappointed. Oh yea, pick up a case of beer, it'll help get things going."
Another pause, and "I said I can't tell you, but I'll give you a clue. You can give your right hand the day off. Ha ha!"
"No! You work it out. And don't take all day getting here." Dave hung up.
I wondered what question was being asked on the other end of the line that Dave couldn't answer. And his remark about Greg giving his right hand the day off...what was that all about? When he'd put the phone down, I asked Dave, but he just said Greg does a lot of writing, so if he comes here, his right hand will get a rest. I suppose it made sense.
I don't think it was more than about a 1/2 hour before they were knocking at the door. I was still sitting at the kitchen table and in walks all three of them. Dave starts putting away the beer while the other two just kept eyeing me up and down.
Dave looks up and says, "Oh, I want you both to meet Patti. She lives down the street from me and today she wanted to play hooky from work."
They both sat down and said hi to me. Dave handed them both a beer, then opened mine and hands it to me. I took a drink and started coughing a little bit. It was nothing like Pepsi! The guys laughed and asked what was wrong.
"Nothing, but can I please have a glass?"
Dave takes my beer, pours it in a glass then hands it back to me. I take another small sip. It's really not bad, just something you had to get used to. We sat there talking for a long time, just small talk mostly. As we were talking, I was drinking, and as I finished each glass they'd re-fill it. I lost count of how many glasses were poured for me!
Dave wanted to move into the living room to the couch, but as I stood up I felt very dizzy and stumbled toward the floor. Dave grabbed me, his big strong arms wrapping themselves around my small waist. "Are you ok?" he asked.
I just giggled, "Yea."
Dave helped me to the couch and he sat down beside me. He had his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him.
"Come on. Lay your head on my shoulder, you'll soon feel better." So I laid my head down on his shoulder and just kinda cuddled up to him. "That's my girl, just relax."
As the men were talking, my eyes were getting heavier and heavier and the room had started spinning a bit. I felt safe next to Dave, so I just closed my eyes as they were talking.
The rest is the hard part to explain because I was drunk and a lot of this is a blur, kinda like a dream. But I'll try and explain it the best way I can.
You know how when you start going to sleep but you can still hear people talking? That's the way I was at this time, while they were talking. Dave had brushed his hand against my breast. I didn't think anything about that at the time, passing it off as an accident as he was just moving his arms about. It happened again. Then the next thing I knew, his hand was totally on my left breast, rubbing it through my shirt. I remember thinking he shouldn't be doing that, but how good it felt.
I started to move about a bit, not sure if I was moving because I wanted him to know that I was still conscious or if I just wanted him to have better access. As it was, he pulled away for a few seconds and waited until I'd settled down again. He slowly made his way back and continued working all around my breast. God, I remember how good it felt.
I was conscious of being laid back across the couch, and he was then able to use both hands. He started giving my right breast attention as well. So here I was, flat out on the couch, semi-conscious, with both breasts being softly massaged whilst he lightly pinched my nipples. This was really getting me tingling all over my body, and I thought I never want him to stop.
Stop he did, and I realized Dave's arms were sliding under me. As he took my weight and started to lift, I opened my eyes to see what was happening.
"Shh, my little one. You're ok. You just relax and let Dave make you comfortable."
Well I had no fear of him, and everything seemed cool, so I closed my eyes again. Next thing I was aware of was the cold of the clean bed sheets as he lowered me onto his bed. Now I could feel him lifting my shoulder, and pulling my arm out of my shirt. It was all like a dream. I thought about trying to stop him, but I must have drifted off again. I could feel he was pulling my panties from under my bottom. I guess my blouse was already gone! Still I drifted off again into dreamland.
I do vividly remember his hands under the backs of my knees, lifting them up, and pulling them wide. I hadn't opened my eyes, through all this stripping, and even now, knowing my legs were being stretched wide open, my eyelids were heavy like lead remaining tightly closed.
Then I felt it. His tongue was on my pussy. His fingers were gently prying my lips open as he licked up my slit and flicked his tongue around my clit. I was breathing hard and fast, my head going from side to side. It took him no time at all before I started whimpering, and my hands grabbed the bedposts tightly. My body was shaking so badly, I think that must have been my first orgasm.
Once I'd come down from that, I started relaxing again, my hands letting go of the bedposts, and my breathing returned to normal. Then it happened. Still with my eyes shut and unable to consciously resist, I felt him climbing above me. I sensed the nearness of his naked body on top of me and I felt the end of his cock touch my pussy lips. He slid it up and down the valley of my lips, not entering, but just gliding back and forth. This was something I knew was wrong, but it felt wonderful, like nothing I'd ever known before.
I felt it pushing, gently, and my pussy opened easily at first with just a little of his cock sliding up inside me. Suddenly, I started to tighten as it began to hurt me; he must have been right at my hymen! Momentarily he paused, and with one thrust he broke through. God, the pain I felt! I woke up screaming, trying to get up, my hands flying all around.
I screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? GET OFF! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
