Chapter Two – I Take Their Virginity
Junior year continued.
I hadn’t told Leroy about the baby, and I had only hinted at the pregnancy to Mike by telling him that he made me sick. I was very sick and often asked to be dismissed from my English class before lunch to run to the bathroom to throw up.
I wasn’t even sure if the baby was Mike’s or Leroy’s.
I didn’t want to go live with my grandparents, so I ran away. I didn’t go far, as I was still going to school, but I stayed in the basement of my friend Donna’s house. It was easy. I simply went home with her after school one Monday and didn’t go back home.
I knew that it was a matter of time before my parents learned where I was because I was riding the bus home with Donna, and my dad also drove a school bus.
Word got around quickly in our small town of 1473 people. There were probably an equal number of people from the farms around the town who considered our town home.
I was just trying to buy some time while I figured out what to do. I couldn’t go home, as I didn’t get along with my parents. I couldn’t terminate the pregnancy because I believed it was wrong to kill my baby. I also wasn’t prepared to be a parent because I was barely eighteen.
To forget about life and have a normal weekend, I’d arranged to go on a blind date that Friday. Donna and her twin sister had dates, but a friend of theirs didn’t, so I agreed to go on my one and only blind date until I was set up with the man who is now my current partner in my life’s adventures.
Don was tall, mostly silent, and very handsome. After the rodeo and a bit of drinking (my date was the designated driver in Donna’s car), we went back to Donna’s house. Donna, her sister, and their dates disappeared, and Don and I found ourselves sharing a large beanbag chair. He took me in his arms and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth, and my arms went around his neck. He was a great kisser. His hands went to my shirt buttons, and I pulled back. “I can’t,” I said.
He didn’t question me, and being the gentleman he was, he stopped. He promised to take me for a ride in his Mustang someday. Little did I know that I wouldn’t talk to him for the next thirty-five years and that I would still be waiting for my Mustang ride in that car. He has since found it sitting in a farmer’s field, and he’s restoring it. Ironically, he had named the car ‘Rumours.’
I went back to school on Monday and was called to the counselor’s office. My parents were talking to him, and my heart sank. I was told that I had to go home, and the counselor would be escorting me to the bus after school. Even though I was technically an adult, I was still living with my parents and going to school; I had to follow the rules.
I wasn’t talking to my dad at all, and conversations with my mom were short and stilted. Two weeks later, school ended for the year, and my brother took me to my grandparents over a thousand miles away.
On June 8th, I miscarried my baby. I wasn’t even far enough along to go to the hospital. I’d picked out the names Peter Leroy for a boy or Aurora Juanita for a girl. I never told anyone and grieved in silence, crying myself to sleep while aching for Mike. I’d truly fallen in love with him during our short time together.
I lived with my grandparents for two months before they sold their house and moved to a city about fifty miles from my parents’ house.
I faced a choice: to live with my grandparents or go back to my parents and the school I’d been attending. The pregnancy rate in the town my grandparents had moved to was the highest in the state among teenagers.
Knowing how much I liked sex, I decided that the best option was to move back in with my parents. I was still not talking to my dad.
I’d written to Leroy every day while I was living with my grandparents, and he’d written back, but he had moved back to his hometown, about 300 miles away from me. He stopped replying to my letters.
I went back to school for my senior year and ignored the rumors that said that I had an abortion. I knew that wasn’t the truth. Nobody even knew that I had actually been pregnant and miscarried. I kept that secret for the next thirty years.
I had gotten accustomed to sex and really liked it. I’d had no sex for nine months and was going crazy for it. One day, a friend invited me to go with him to his friend Dom’s house. I knew Dom a little because we had worked in the lunchroom together. Dom had a bunch of guys over, and we were all watching TV in the bedroom. His friends were on the floor at the foot of the bed, while I reclined comfortably against the pillows.
Dom was not a tall, dark, handsome guy. Instead, he was a cute guy with light brown hair, just over five feet tall like me. I weighed 97 pounds, with dark auburn hair that shone a little red in the sun.
Dom came up next to me, and we started kissing, which led to his hands tracing my broad shoulders and curvy body. Soon he started to unbutton my shirt and play with my nipples, which were small but very sensitive.
“Stop,” I said. “We can’t do it with your friends here.”
“They won’t notice,” he replied. He was right. They were so engrossed in watching TV that they didn’t notice that Dom played with my tits and continued to kiss me. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and slid them down to let me play with his silky cock until it got hard under the ministrations of my hands. Dom licked my pussy until the juices ran, then put his perfect cock inside me. We both came fast and quietly, together, as we were both so hungry for sex.
When we finished, we dressed, and Dom whispered, “Thank you for being my first.” I was shocked. He seemed so experienced. I went to his house a few more times. He was always good at fucking, and we got even better at controlling our appetites. I’d play with his cock while he rubbed my clit and licked and sucked my nipples, then he would lick my pussy until I would cum. Then he would start again, and when I was about to cum, he would enter my pussy and make me cum before releasing his cum into me. After a couple of months, rumors started at school, and I told him I couldn’t see him again.
Then another friend, Robert, wanted help with math. He was a geek, a bit goofy-looking, not popular, good at science, but not at math. My dad was okay with me helping Robert, “as long as you’re supervised by his mom,” because my dad worked with his mom. It was just studying at first, with his mom poking her head into the bedroom now and then to check on us.
One day, he said that he wanted to show me the treehouse down by the pond. It wasn’t a treehouse, per se, more like a two-story gazebo. We went upstairs to look at the pond below us, and soon we were kissing on the rattan couch. I reached and started unbuttoning his 501 jeans. He stopped me.
“Don’t you want me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he admitted, “but I have never done this before.”
“It’s okay,” I replied. “I’ll show you.”
I took his growing cock in my mouth and did to it what I had seen in ‘Fast Times at Ridgemont High’. I found that this excited me, as well as him. Then I guided his hands to my sensitive 36A tits and showed him how I liked my clit rubbed.
I lay down on the rattan couch and held my arms out to him. He proceeded to put his cock in my eager pussy. He fucked me, and soon his cum squirted into me. I was left wanting more, and I compared his performance to what I had experienced in the past. That led my thoughts back to Mike. I still wasn’t over him.
That was my last math lesson with Robert.
When would I ever be satisfied with what I had?
