"So did you do him?" Daniel asked.

"Hold on," Danielle answered, laughing a bit. "I'll get to it."

Suddenly Daniel remembered himself. He had just asked a very blunt college-guy type question when he was supposed to be impersonating a priest. Had she noticed? Well, apparently not, but she might if he wasn't careful.

Damn, this was tough. She was sitting against him in the cool dark night, with her back against his chest, and her legs slightly parted. If he were to reach down and feel her up, she would probably jump him and give him the best head he'd gotten in a long time, and probably some pretty hot sex as well. She was exactly that kind of girl. That was probably a bad idea with such an excitable girl though. Who knew what trouble he'd get into if they were caught. He had to be more than a perfect gentleman with her.

Perhaps he should just tell her the truth, he thought. She was a pretty cool girl. She wouldn't flip out or anything. She might even be relieved. She might even make a move on him.

Daniel was too embarrassed to quit now though. If he told her the truth now he'd feel like an idiot for messing with her like this, no matter how cool she was about it. He decided to just keep playing along, at least for now. In any case, he could just imagine the trial that would come about. He'd be skinned alive for seducing an underage girl wearing a priest's outfit. They'd make sure he went to jail for a good long time. Damn! What had he gotten himself into?

"Are you okay?" she asked him. "You seem quiet all of the sudden, kinda tense."

"I'm okay. I was just thinking... something."

"What?"

"Well, to be honest, I was thinking about the trouble I might get into if somebody saw me out here with you like this, so late at night."

"I wouldn't worry about it, Daniel. I've actually done a lot worse with guys out here than just sitting around talking — right here on this deck, bare-assed naked. Nobody comes around here at night, and even if they did we'd have plenty of time to hide. But we're not even doing anything, right? We're just talking."

"But you can see why I'm worried."

"I guess. Don't worry though. If anyone comes along I'll just tell them you were helping me get home and we cut through the park. Something like that. I'll make something up. I'm a great liar."

"Thanks," Daniel said, and nuzzled the top of her head with the side of his chin. "You're really keeping me warm on an otherwise cold and lonely night."

"I feel really good too," Danielle replied. "I'm glad I met you."

The wind blew through the trees above the park. Danielle shivered, and without asking, took Daniel's hands and put them around her midriff in a very comfortable hug. Perhaps she hadn't even noticed herself doing it, but Daniel sure did. Her tummy was slim and tight, and the breast pressing into his left arm was firm and round. He decided to just pretend he hadn't noticed and to just let her carry on.

"So what happened with this Kenny guy at the party?"

"Nothing really. Because I'd been upstairs so long, the party kind of fizzled out. People wandered out to find better things to do, and by the time my parents walked in the place was empty. I was upstairs talking to Kenny in the dark of my bedroom and that wasn't good. My dad was not impressed. He opened the door and saw Kenny sitting on my bed and he turned cold as a stone. We weren't naked or anything, and not even kissing or holding hands, but no father wants to walk into his daughter's bedroom and see a boy sitting on her bed in the dark. Kenny was sent home and I went to bed feeling a new tingle in my tummy for a whole new boy I'd never even noticed before.

Anyway, my reputation was solidly trashed around school after that party. I was now known as Dirty Danielle and Slutty Stevens and the ever popular 'Dick Swallower' to coincide with my initials — not the most clever insult ever, but kids are idiots. You know.

I still had my circle of friends who I'd been hanging out with since we were kids. Some of them were pretty adventurous themselves so they couldn't really criticize me even if they wanted to. A couple of them even went ahead and gave their boyfriends blowjobs just because I kept raving about it so much. They didn't like it as much as I did of course, but they did it anyway.

But as I was saying, I was fourteen now and determined to lose my cherry to the next decent guy I met, and Kenny qualified one-hundred percent. He was nice, sweet, respectful, and he even stood up for me when other people were trashing me. I had a major crush on him. I was determined to find some way to fuck him as soon as possible. I wanted to lose my virginity like it was a weight around my neck or something. I wanted to try fucking. If giving head made me feel sexy, how much more would I feel having a man inside me? And if masturbation felt as good as it did, how awesome would real sex feel, once I got over the initial pain?

The problem was that Kenny didn't seem to be interested in me. I gave him some very obvious signals that other guys would have jumped at, but he just stared at me blankly, driving me crazy with his quiet cuteness. He wasn't gay or anything, I knew that much, and he wasn't dating anyone, but whenever I tried to flirt with him, even blatantly, he was as cold and casual as a freakin' teacher or something. In fact, I think I might have had better luck if I'd tried to fuck a teacher.

Anyway, I was frustrated. I wanted Kenny on me, in me, all over me, but he was aloof at best. What was a girl to do? It was a new experience for me. So far every guy I got within an arm's length of wanted nothing else in the world but to fuck my brains out. Kenny was a rock. I couldn't get through to him.

Everything changed though at a party we all went to a few weeks after my birthday. Some guy's parents were out of town and a few people over for some video games turned into a houseful of half-drunken teenagers, partying like it was their last day alive. I was there. My friends were there. Even old Jared was there, though we completely ignored each other all night. He was with some chick I didn't even know and I was on the prowl for my knight in shining armour, Kenny. He arrived and my face lit up like sunshine. I made my way over to him to say hello.

'Kenny! I'm so glad you're here!' I said.

'It looks pretty crazy in here, ' he answered.

'It's been like this for a couple hours now. The kid who lives here is passed out drunk in the basement. He's gonna have a lot of explaining to do when his parents get home.'

'Yeah, ' Kenny said.

He was wearing this super tight shirt and I couldn't stop staring at his muscles. I was all gooey in my lady place just standing next to him.

'You look nice, ' I said.

'Thanks. You look nice too, ' he answered.

'I actually wore a skirt tonight, ' I said. 'I never wear skirts. Does it look okay?'

(I wore a skirt so he'd have easier access when he got me alone in a bedroom somewhere. I even trimmed my pussy for him.)

'You got nice legs, ' he said, but he said it with absolutely no feeling, like he was commenting on hubcaps on a parked car or something. I was screaming inside, wanting to tell him that he could get between those 'nice legs' any time he wanted to, but of course I kept quiet.

'So who'd you come here with?' I said.

'A friend of mine, ' he answered.

'Do I know him?' I asked.

'Her, ' he said. 'It's a girl. I don't think you know her.'

'Oh, ' I said, suddenly panicked. Was he dating someone!? Maybe the gossip I'd heard was wrong. Suddenly the little trollop was there at his side. She stumbled into the room and latched onto his arm, giggling and slurring and looking around the room with unfocused eyes. She was wearing a skirt as well. She had a big round ass, and nice muscular legs. My bum was nice, but she was J-Lo level. I wanted to die right there on the spot.

'Kenny! Where have you been!? I've been looking all over for you!' she said. Then she hugged him and put her face into his neck. He patted her shoulder and shrugged at me.

That damn little shrug. Such a vague gesture that said so much to my paranoid imagination. I decided it meant that she was his girlfriend and he was telling me 'Sorry, I'm off the market.' That would explain his aloofness. That would explain everything. My knight in shining armour was somebody else's guy. My heart cracked like glass inside me and I just about broke into tears right in front of him, but I managed to hold my cool for a few more minutes.

'Well, I'll see you around, Kenny. I'm gonna... go... over there... now, ' I said.

He nodded at me and the girl dragged him by the hand into the party. I watched her leave with him, hating the bitch with a seething passion, without even knowing her. She was older, curvier, and more confident than I was. She had longer hair, a louder laugh, and even nicer tits. She probably fucked him like a porn star too, enjoying that rock-solid body of his for all it was worth while I could only stand there drooling and dreaming. I stared until they rounded the corner and disappeared into a throng of kids. I went out the back yard, sat on the porch steps, and cried my eyes out.

I was sitting there, staring off into the dark of the back yard, wiping tears from my eyes, sniffling and feeling sorry for myself, when I heard the patio door slide open. The noise of the party ramped up a bit all of the sudden, and then the door was closed again. I didn't turn around to see who it was. I heard footsteps though, that walked up behind me and stopped a foot away. I didn't want to turn around. Whoever it was would see me with a tear-streaked face and know I'd been bawling like a bitch-slapped soap starlet. With any luck I could just ignore whoever it was and they might go away.

'You okay, kid?' he said.

It was Jared! Except, he was older now; his voice was deeper.

I looked up at him. Suddenly a thousand flashbacks flooded through me — all the afternoons we spent in that old garage, all the cumshots I'd taken from him, everything I learned, everything I felt — it all rushed up inside me like a flood. I couldn't even speak.

'You're still mad, I guess, ' he said. 'Well, I tried. I just wanted to say hi.'

He turned to walk away. My brain and my pussy conspired together in half an instant and came up with a new thought. Why not let Jared be my first? He started this whole mess anyway, and we already had a history together. It would be simply a matter of telling him he could if he wanted to, and he probably would, girlfriend or no girlfriend.

'Jared, wait!' I said.

He stopped and turned around. My mind raced, trying to think of something to say, something to ease the tension in the air. Finally he spoke.

'I just wanted to see if you were okay. You're out here all by yourself, ' he said. 'You're obviously upset about something, or you'd be in there with everyone else.'

I wiped a streak of tears away with the side of my thumb and waved him over.

'Come sit with me, okay?' I said. 'I need someone to talk to.'

He glanced back over his shoulder, walked up, and sat with me on the stairs.

'You okay?' he said. 'What's up?'

'I just found out that this guy that I really, really like already has a girlfriend. I feel like shit.'

'That's shitty, ' he said.

'Yeah. I've got enough problems already. I was really hoping he could make me feel better.'

He looked at me with concern in his eyes and said, 'No guy can make you feel better about everything that's messed up in your life. All they can do is distract you for a while.'

'Good point, I guess, ' I said. 'But he sure would have made one hell of a distraction.'

Jared was quiet for a moment, and then he said, 'Listen, Danny. I wanted to say I'm sorry for what I did to you back then. It was really shitty.'

'What you did to me?' I asked.

'You know, calling you those names and shit, after all you did for me. You were the first girl ever to do that stuff for me, and you were always so happy just to take care of me, anything I wanted, whenever I wanted. I should have been more grateful. Instead I treated you like trash. I'm sorry.'

I felt an old dead weight lift off of me and I sighed deeply as I felt it fade away. I gave him a sideways hug.

'Ah, I couldn't stay mad at you, Jared, ' I said. 'For as much as I gave you, you gave me so much more. I learned so much from you. I had so much fun. It felt so good. Until Paul came along, you were my number one man, you know.'

'Yeah... Paul. I think that had a lot to do with what happened between you and me. When you started paying more attention to him all the time, I got really jealous, even though neither of us were your boyfriend or anything. I don't know. I was childish. Sorry. When you started doing all that stuff for him I just backed off. I guess I was just all bitter about it.'

I didn't know what to say.

When I finally answered, I spoke slowly, 'All this time I thought you were just being an asshole to me, but it turns out you actually just had a secret crush on me and were just reacting out of jealousy?'

'Something like that, ' he said. 'I knew I wasn't supposed to be doing any of that with you. That's why I brought Paul in on it, to try and appease my guilt or something, but after I brought him in on it, I only felt worse because you seemed to like him more than me.'

'I was completely head over heels in love with both of you, ' I said.

'Well, for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I guess I broke your heart, made you feel used, made you hate men for a while. I don't know.'

'I've never hated men, ' I replied. 'In fact, since those times with you, I've loved men desperately. It's crazy. I'm a sucker for punishment, I guess.'

'I've heard you've gotten around a bit, ' he said.

'That's what people are saying. It's not all true though, ' I told him. 'I hope you don't believe that about me. I've never even slept with a guy yet.'

'You haven't?' he said, sounding more surprised than he meant to.

'Not yet. I was hoping this guy Kenny could help me out with that, but he's with that drunken bimbo of his.'

Jared did not reply to that one. He just stared at me for a minute. I stared at his pants, remembering a time when he got a big gob of come on his pant leg and freaked out on me. Meanwhile, I was covered in the shit and always walked out of there smelling like a two-dollar whore. Those were the days.

'You look amazing, girl. You've really filled out.'

My tummy went all acrobatic on me. My cheeks reddened. I smiled.

'Thanks, ' I said. 'Too bad he doesn't notice.'

'I noticed when I first walked in, ' Jared told me. 'Seeing you brought back a lot of memories.'

'I know what you mean, ' I said.

'Your hair is longer. Your chest is... nicer. You're curvier all over. Very nice, ' he said. I caught him checking out my backside as we sat there and I gave him a little punch on the arm.

'Be careful now, ' I said. 'You have a girlfriend, don't you?'

'Somewhere around here.'

'Should you be flirting with me like this?' I said, smiling to let him know any flirting he did was perfectly fine with me.

'Who's flirting?' he answered. 'I'm just paying an old friend a compliment.'

'Well, then, as an old friend, let me just say that you look good enough to eat.'

'Oh ho! Now who's flirting?' he said.

I looked at him with a smirk.

'I shouldn't even need to flirt with you. We've got our own little sign language, remember?'

Jared laughed.

'Oh yeah, the little tummy tap thing. Does it still work?'

'I don't know. Try it.'

He tapped his tummy and I'll be damned if my pussy didn't fucking wet itself instantly. I couldn't believe that funny little gesture still had such a powerful effect on me after all this time. It was burned into my brain as the trigger for sex I guess.

It was about that moment when I decided once and for all that Jared would be the one. I had to play it cool though. I didn't want to seem too eager, like I was back in the day. He pretty much had me though, at that point. It was just a matter of where. Of course a nice girl would never admit such things. She'd simply let him take her and pretend like it was all his idea all along. Young men are not always too bright though, so a nice girl who wants to get fucked still has to put out signals.

'What would your girlfriend think, if she saw you out here talking with me?' I said.

'I don't even know where she is. She was crying in a drunken huddle-up with some girlfriends of hers a while ago. She's probably passed out by now.'

My brain and my pussy conspired one more time. It was time for boldness once again, even though I was terrified that my plan might actually succeed. If his girlfriend was passed out, he might be able to slip away and fool around with me for a few minutes, just like old times, only even better this time: this time I would let him go all the fuckin' way... if we had time.

'Why don't you go find out?' I said, giving him a deep, knowing gaze. His eyes widened a bit. He swallowed and looked around nervously, and then looked back at me with questions in his eyes. I nodded at him, letting him know he'd guessed right — he hadn't been hearing things: I was offering him something naughty, if he was interested.

'Maybe I will, ' he said, dropping his tone to a quiet murmur, 'if you're really serious about what I think you're serious about.'

I glanced back and saw no one around, so I took his hands and slid it up under my skirt. He felt my heat down there; he felt my dampness soaking right through my panties. His eyes widened a bit, and then he smiled.

'Is that serious enough for you?' I asked. So much for nice-girl subtly.

'Definitely. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere.'

'Maybe I'll wander over to that shed over there and check if the door is locked.'

'You do that, ' Jared said. 'I'll be right back.'

He got up and went in the house. I went over and checked the door on the metal shed they had in their back yard, over to the right of the back porch. It was locked. Damn! Right next to it though was the garage, and it had a door that opened into the back yard. I tried the door. It was locked but the window was broken down in the lower left corner by the door handle, so I reached carefully inside and unlocked the knob. The door swung inward. I ducked inside and fumbled for a light switch. The lights came on and I saw the main garage door was down, and another door leading into the house that had no windows. But would it be safe to fuck right here in the garage? Anybody could walk in on us.

There was a car in the garage though, covered with a tarp. I walked up and lifted the tarp. It was an old 70's model car, with a huge backseat. Sweet! I tried the door and found it unlocked. Perfect! The tarp fell again and I flicked off the light.

I waited by the back door, trembling anxiously, hoping to God that he could sneak away and meet me back here. Every moment seemed like twenty minutes or more. I found myself thinking about Kenny again while I waited. Why did he have to have a girlfriend? Why couldn't he sneak away with me like Jared was doing? I'd much rather it be Kenny taking my cherry that night but Kenny was with someone else, so I had to take who I could get. Not that Jared was unattractive, or unworthy or anything. I just really had my heart set on Kenny. Oh well. Tonight was the night, and Jared was in the right place at the right time. Lucky him.

Finally he came out and stepped down the stairs into the back yard. He went to the shed and tried the door.

'Psst!' I said. 'Over here.'

He looked over, smiled, then looked around and ducked into the garage with me. My guts were churning with the sheer naughtiness of the whole situation, and the fear and anxiety of actually going all the way for the first time, not to mention the risk of being caught, and with another chick's man too. It was gut-wrenching, but my little pussy was drooling with excitement. Could I really go through with it? I shut the door behind us, locked it again, and shut out the light, confirming my determination to let him have me once and for all.

Once I was alone with him in the dark though, things got even more intense. It would have been extremely exciting even if I wasn't planning to give up my cherry to him in the next few minutes. But as it was, it was all I could do to keep from collapsing into a pile of jelly on the floor.

'Here we are, in a fuckin' garage again!' he said, grinning nervously in the dim light from the window. He was probably more nervous than I was, but he seemed a lot steadier on his legs. He had more to lose than me though; he was the one cheating on someone, not me.

'How's the missus holding up?' I asked nervously.

'She's passed out in a chair, with some other girl on her lap. We're good for at least fifteen minutes. Nobody saw me sneak out here. They're all huddled around some chicks playing truth or dare in the basement'

'Come here then, boy, ' I said.

He stepped up and we kissed. A thousand little jolts and zings and buzzings went through me, from the top of my head on down to my toes. I know it sounds cliché, but it really felt that way. That boy — that one kiss — made me feel like it was all worth it, no matter what came of it. I was humming, floating, tingling, as only a hormone-drowning teenaged girl can. My heart was pounding so hard it was making me dizzy, but that only added to the intensity of it all.

'Are you sure about this, Jared?' I asked him. 'You're not gonna blame it all on me, if you wind up regretting this tomorrow, are you?'

'It's my choice, ' he said. 'I want to do this.'

'Good, ' I replied. 'Cause I want this to be absolutely perfect. Come here... '

I flipped up the tarp and opened the back door of the car. He got in and took one last look back at the door to confirm our privacy. All was dark and quiet in the back yard. It was even darker in the garage. Only the light from the back door window shone through now. I climbed in the back seat with him and let the tarp fall again, plunging us into total darkness. Then I quietly closed the door and all was nearly dead silent as well, except for our excited breathing.

'So here we are, ' Jared said. 'Whatever shall we do?'

'Me. That's what!' I answered.

I threw my little handbag into the back window and pounced on him aggressively, kissing him with everything I had. My pussy was oozing freely from it too. I could feel it. He would be pleasantly surprised when he found out what I had in store for him. I'm sure he'd just thought he'd be getting some really nice head again. He'd get that, of course — it was almost a trademark of mine at that point — but he would get so much more.

'Listen, Jared, ' I began. 'I know you got a girlfriend, and I know you're not gonna leave her for me. Heck, I don't even expect you to call me ever again, but that's all good. I guess I'm just here because, like I said, seeing you brought back a lot of memories. Those times we spent together mean a lot to me. I just wanted to let you know. You were the first guy I ever kissed. You were the first guy I saw down there, and the first guy I touched. Now I want you to be the first guy ever to touch me. You were the first guy I ever loved. I'm not saying I'm in love with you now or anything, don't worry. But you are very special to me, and I... want you to be my first.'

If I could have seen his face right then, I'm sure his eyes would have been popping out of his head.

'Are you serious? You mean... you're giving me your virginity?' he said. 'Holy shit, Danny!'

'I'm serious. I've never been more sure of anything. Make love to me, Jared. Take my cherry and show me what fucking feels like. I don't care if it kills me. I don't care if you never speak to me again, as long as you're nice and gentle with me right now.'

He didn't speak. He just grabbed me and kissed me. I kissed him back and our hands wandered. He touched my face, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts — shiver! -- then his hands wandered down across my belly and wandered around behind to grab my ass, and finally his palm pressed into my pussy and gave it an appreciative little massage.

'Should I take that as a yes?' I asked him in a smiling whisper.

'Yes, ' he said. 'Of course, yes!'

'Good, ' I replied. 'Then let me start off with a good old fashioned taste of that big yummy cock of yours.'

'Be my guest, ' he said. 'It's a little bigger than it used to be though.'

I fished it out of his pants, tugging his underwear down around his thighs. My hands slid up his body and I found it, flopped up across his stomach, hard as a rock and thicker than I remembered it. It was pitch black in there, but I could feel it so vividly, hot and hard and throbbing, my mind's eye saw it clear as day. I stood it up and stroked it in my hands, up and down with both hands sliding along its length, squeezing it, measuring it from base to tip.

'Oh, my, ' I said. 'This could be a problem. It really is way bigger.'

'Told you, ' he replied.

I felt its thickness in my grasp, trying to picture it fitting inside my tiny little pussy hole. I couldn't. I shuddered and my pussy tingled as though anxious, knowing it would soon be badly injured by this thing. It wasn't especially large as cocks go — maybe seven inches and about as thick as a peeled banana, but it was huge compared to the little orifice it would conquer. All I could say as I pumped it up and down with my hands was OUCH!

Oh well. I'd committed myself. There was no turning back now.

I leaned in to seek it out with my mouth. I felt it hot and hard against my lips and captured its head in a warm wet all-over kiss. Down I went, down on it until it was touching the back of my mouth. The boy had gotten bigger! Oh my! Now that I had him in my mouth I could feel him even more intimately. He was longer and thicker than he'd been a year ago. I used to be able to touch my nose to his tummy when I went down on him. I couldn't anymore. Puberty had been generous to his manhood.

I massaged him, sucking and slurping on him until he was throbbing heavily in my kiss. I heard him gasp softly and I felt his hands seek out my head. I moaned, reaching up to grip his shaft, to caress his balls, to pump him with my hand as I bobbed with my mouth. I tortured him with my tongue too, flicking, wiggling, and swirling it all around him with every motion I made. He melted into the moment, turning to mush in his mind, unable to speak. The rest of him was rock hard though, and I fucking loved it. He was tensed all over, pumping upward into my mouth, flinching and spasming with every little tickle I gave him with my tongue. He pulled back, but he was locked in my suction, and I wouldn't let him go, except to slather his shaft with a quick series of licks and flickers every minute or so.

He shivered all over, feeling the slippery wet bobbing of my mouth on his thick hard dick. I was sucking him, not hard, but enough so that he could really feel me moving on him. I knew he could feel it, snug and tight and slippery, all around him, because I could feel it as well, his thick hard throbbing, his baby-soft texture in my hot, sucking little mouth. He released a long slow sigh and caressed my head with sweet, loving tenderness that made me even more eager to please him.

'God, I miss this!' he stammered.

So what was he doing with that drunken bitch and not with me? I wondered.

I said nothing though. I asked the question with my bobbing, slurping little mouth, wanting to tell him that if he was interested he could have this pleasure any time he wanted. I don't think he got the message though. His mind was probably blank. But I kept on going, pleasuring his cock, pleasuring myself with his cock, feeling it in my mouth, in my hands, all over my face as I licked at it in between beautifully whirling bobs of sweet suction. I was driving him crazy and I was loving it. I knew he was worshipping me at that moment. I could feel it in the way he caressed my head with his violently trembling hands.

'Ah God! I'm gonna come.'

So soon? I wondered to myself. I'd only been doing him for a few minutes it seemed. I was just that good, I guess. What did I expect?

He popped off in my mouth suddenly and plentifully. I felt it gush out like something had burst inside him and I kept right on bobbing, swirling, and sucking. He gasped at the feel of my wet stroking suction and let out a long groan. His come spurted out into my mouth and I nodded my head up and down, dragging his cock in and out of my hot teen mouth. He throbbed and spurted and jerked his pelvis up and down, fucking my mouth as he came, and I squealed like a horny little bitch at the sheer power of his climaxing body. He gripped my head firmly until I couldn't even move, and just pumped himself in and out of my mouth until he had no more to give. Then he faded back into a puddle of jelly on the seat in front of me and I slowly slid off his cock with a healthy slurping sound. I swallowed for him, audibly gulping his load down, and fell to kissing and licking his precious manhood, the beautiful thing that had delivered such a thick load of hot sticky love into my eager little mouth.

Now the beautiful thing would deflower me. I could hardly wait.

'Ah, God!' was all he said. 'Ah fuck, Danny! How did you get so fucking amazing at that? I almost had a heart attack.'

'I just love doing it, ' I said. 'The rest is just instinct, I guess.'

He shivered all over once again as I stroked the side of his shaft in a wet slippery sideways kiss, trying to keep him hard for what was to come. I was anxious for it, if not extremely scared about the pain. I distracted myself with his beautiful cock, licking and loving it with my soft wet lips, from his balls on up to the head of it. He just lay there with his hands behind his head and sighed over and over again. I think he felt my love for his manhood, my unconditional acceptance of him in that moment. My kisses and licks when I didn't even need to said it all.

A couple of minutes passed like that, until I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted him to make the first move, to grab me up and just fucking take me like he owned me. But he apparently wasn't going to, so I prompted him.

'Got anything left in this thing for a proper fuck?' I asked him.

'Oh yeah, ' he said. 'Damn rights I do!'

'I'm all yours, Jared, ' I told him.

'We don't have much time, ' he said, and pulled me up, reaching for my panties. I was still sort of kneeling on the floor beside him, between his knees with his naked manhood in front of me, and he sat up and pulled me to him. He kissed me again, making me feel like a little girl in his arms. His hand pressed onto my fiery little pussy, and he fingered my slick little crevice through the soft wet cotton, getting me even hotter with his strong masculine touch. They were baby-blue panties. I remember that now. They matched my eyes. He massaged me through the thin fabric and I fumbled with his pants, tugging them off his ankles so he could give me a proper fucking without being all tangled up in his jeans. My hand found his cock again and I jerked on it in the old familiar way. He was still hard as a rock, and apparently ready for more. It felt heavy and powerful in my hand, making me feel even smaller, making me scared again. He was sixteen now and the time had been kind to his anatomy. I was only fourteen, and a tight little virgin. I sighed anxiously, wondering once again how that thick hot thing would ever get inside me, but I was burning with excitement about finding out.

'Oh Danny, ' he said. I waited for him to say something else but he didn't.

'Yes?' I asked, hoping for some ego-throbbing compliment.

'I'm so glad to be with you, ' he replied, sounding like he had struggled to think up something profound but couldn't quite pull it off.

'Yes, ' I answered. 'I'm so glad it's you.'

He fumbled with my buttons and got my shirt open in the pitch black darkness. My bra fell away as he tugged it down off my shoulders and he palmed my breasts appreciatively. They filled his hands, not as large as they are now, but swollen with excitement and tingling all over. I felt proud as he juggled them in his palms, exploring them, enjoying them. Then his mouth found my nipples, sucking them to swollen points, first one, then the other, making me tingle all over with luscious, swirling ecstasy as his tongue wound in slippery circles around them.

'Oh my God, Jared! You're making me so fucking hot I wanna scream!'

'Please don't, ' he said.

His hands tugged my panties down and I felt them slide away, exposing me to his eager male attention. I had to stand up and bend over to step out of them, and he suckled sweetly on my breasts when I did. The sexy bastard actually made my knees weaken. It felt wonderful, like being caught in a storm but somehow knowing you're perfectly safe. He reached his hand down and touched my pussy directly and I could feel my wetness lubricating his motions through my puffy little lips. It felt so goddamn good!

Then he hit my clit and I just about came right there. I was all, 'Huh! Uh! Mmmm! Fuck!'"

(Daniel bit his hand silently behind her as she spoke. Her impression of herself nearly coming almost made him snap and throw himself upon her right there. But he fought it off and simply took a deep breath. His mind was bending with the strain of resisting his basest desire to just take this little minx and fuck her with everything he had.

She continued, apparently not noticing the intense effect she was having on him.)

"'Oh God, Jared, ' I said. I meant to say more, but his finger pressed into me a bit, stretching my cherry. I gasped and my legs twitched a bit, wanting to close, but I stopped them.

'Yup, you're still a virgin alright, ' he said. 'But a thousand times sexier than I remember you.'

'You too, ' I panted at him. It was very hot in that back seat, and getting very steamy and sweaty too. Still, it wasn't as hot and wet as I was inside. Honest to God, my excitement was literally running down my thighs.

He finally pulled me down and lay me on the seat, sliding off of it himself to make room for me. I let him lay me down and shifted for him to move down between my legs. Then he kissed me and palmed my breast with a gentle massaging motion and I pulled him up on top of me, spreading my legs for him. It was time to get down to real business.

'Okay, ' he said, panting excitedly. 'I'm gonna fuck you now, Danny.'

'Okay, ' I said back in a panting whisper. And it was okay. It was very okay. It was flying freakin' flowing wet okay! 'Just be gentle. Very gentle, okay?'

I think he nodded, but who the hell knows. All I knew was he was being almost too gentle at first. Torturing me with these delicate little touches, brushing across my pussy lips like air, making me squirm and wriggle, trying to feel more of his touch, but he kept pulling back, teasing me with those little butterfly tickles with his fingertips. I almost died with desire. By the time he actually got around to putting it in me, I wanted it harder than he was giving it to me.

I felt his cock touch my pussy for the first time. He pressed one hand onto the seat beside me and took his cock in the other hand. Then it was there. My pussy kissed its happy little head and I lifted my legs off the seat, angling my pelvis upward and spreading wide to engulf him. His cock head slid between my lips and even wagged across my clit a couple times as he searched around for my tiny little hole. I shivered, feeling his dick sliding up and down like a tongue along my slit. I spread wider, pulling his hips forward, inviting him into me, no matter what the pain. I shut my eyes, even though it was pitch black already, and tensed up every muscle in my body, willing myself to keep my legs wide open no matter what.

'Down a bit, ' I said.

'Here?' he said. He was so damn cute.

'No. It's not there. It's lower. There! That's it!'

Finally I felt his cock head press forward and slide down right into the opening of my secret place. I shuddered excitedly, at first wanting him to ram it right in me, I was so excited, but when he gave the gentlest forward thrust I cringed and tensed all over. He'd definitely found it alright. My cherry screamed to herself in pain, about to be murdered and crying out for me to resist him. I ignored her though, forcing myself to relax, standing my ground so he could gain his. In any case, if she really didn't want it, why was she so wet and slippery, oozing out her welcome for him? She was definitely ready, at least technically if not practically. He pushed into my slippery little crevice where the ground seemed to give way a bit and little Miss Cherry screeched again in a voice only I could hear. Ouch, he was damn big! I could feel my opening stretching apart, straining my cherry both inward and all around in a tight ring as he advanced. He pressed his cock onward, still not even sure if he was in the right place. He stretched me wider with his advance though, and he suddenly knew he was there by the jerk of tension in my body and my hot little gasp.

'Is that it?' he asked. 'There?'

'Yes, ' I whispered. 'Owie-owie-owie!'

He pressed forward. Strehhhhhtch!

I tensed all over, but I kept myself spread wide open for him, with my legs up, and my pelvis angled invitingly toward his advance. He moaned. I trembled like I had a gun to my head or something, waiting for the execution. He pressed forward more and I felt my pussy muscles straining to resist him, fighting against him. He paused torturously for a moment. My cherry was stretched almost to breaking now, and when he pressed forward a bit more it gave way. I felt it break. It felt like a stinging little pinch. It hurt, but not too terribly. It was the size of him stretching me open so forcibly that was really killing. The entire head slipped in all at once when my cherry gave way and I jerked hard at the sudden straining penetration. I was dripping wet and he slid right in like he owned the place. Of course my pussy clamped tight all around him, as though she could somehow force him out again, but I was too wet. The slightest little thrust buried him even further inside me, and no amount of crushing vaginal tension could repel his advance. All my squeezing did was make him moan and shiver above me. His cock opened me up, too big for me, but somehow forcing its way inside anyway, and I felt a burning, stretching, stinging, hot like fire, in a ring all around his advancing cock. I was crushing him. I knew I was 'cause it hurt like hell, and every fibre of my being was trying to force him out with all my vaginal strength. I was tight and hot and snug and slippery all around him though, and he wanted nothing more than to slide in even deeper. And he did.

'Oh, Jared. Oh my God! Wait a second.'

He pulled out again and paused, but only for a second. I had time to take exactly two gasping little breaths before he thrust forward again. By merciful heavens he slid up across my belly instead of going in again. I gasped in relief and closed my thighs a bit, automatically.

'What's wrong?' he said. 'You're stopping?'

'No, ' I answered like a frightened little girl. 'I'm- I'm just- I-'

What I wanted to say was hold on a fucking minute and let me breathe, but I couldn't get the words out. I forced myself to relax and even took his cock and positioned it at my entrance once again. Once he was there, he pushed forward and popped inside again, further this time. I felt the head of him conquer me with a silent slurp as he slipped back into my tightness, and now he was straining further inside me, secure in the grip of my struggling little pussy.

'Oh God, it's in, ' he said. 'It's really in! So fucking tight... '

'Ow, ow, ow, ' I responded, shaking violently in the fight to keep from throwing him out and off of me. His cock was killing me inside, and it was barely in. He was whimpering and stammering like a frightened little boy though, and another part of me felt very turned on by that. I wanted more of him. I wanted to take him in, to swallow him up, to protect him inside me.

Damn, did it hurt though! He pulled back, wetting himself with my sweet slippery girl juices, and then pushed in further. Now he was a couple inches in. I could feel every throb he made stretching me harder, wider. I could feel his fucking heartbeat in his cock, I swear! I clung to him, shaking and shuddering. Tears were flowing freely down my cheeks. His cock slid slowly into me, pulling back a bit before each advance, smearing itself with my slippery wetness, and then sliding in deeper, stretching me wider and wider until he was halfway in and I couldn't take it anymore. The burning, stinging, ripping feeling in my virgin pussy was spreading through my whole lower body in violent spasms, like I was being shredded or something, and I was trying to force myself to bear it.

He groaned out loud and said, 'Ah God, Danny! Oh my God!' His voice vibrated like he was speaking from inside my body somewhere. Then he pumped gently in and out of me a couple times and he pushed forward a bit more, going even deeper than ever, and I finally gave in to the pain, closing my legs against him.

'Please, can you just take it out for a minute? It's really- OW! Fuck. Please, just let me rest for a moment. Please! Oh God, please!'

I didn't expect him to have mercy on me, when he was in so much ecstasy, but he did. He stopped altogether for a moment and just lay there, kissing me, caressing me, and whispering in my ear.

'It's so wonderful, Danny! You have no idea how good it feels. I just want to die in this moment right now and stay here forever.'

I stroked his hair, and kissed him back, still trembling like a leaf on a falling tree. Our bodies were locked together, his on top of mine, all sweaty and hard and shaking all over. The backs of my thighs were up against his belly and my calves hung on each side of his waist. His big fat cock was inside me, throbbing inside my crushing tightness. My arms were around him, holding him securely. His chest crushed my breasts, his arms were under my back, his hands behind my head, lifting my head to meet his kiss.

He thrust in and out, and I yelped like a kicked puppy.

'Sorry, sorry, sorry!' he said. 'I'm sorry.'

'You're too big for me, Jared. I can't even describe what it feels like for me. It's like something's ripping inside me the deeper you go. I'm not saying I don't want to continue, I'm just saying, you're literally tearing me open as you go in. It hurts so bad.'

'Please don't say we're stopping. Please let me finish, Danny.'

He took a couple of greedy little strokes in and out of me, enjoying my tight, slippery little squeeze while he could, in case I shut him out. Something tingled inside me when he did and I suddenly relaxed a bit. Not much, but I did relax a bit. Something about his cock, sliding in and out of that tight stinging stretch actually felt kinda nice. I can't really explain it, but it was there.

'Oh God, ' he said again, still stroking me gently and cautiously. 'I love this! Your pussy is gorgeous. I feel like I'm dying! Please don't say we're stopping now.'

I thought for a moment that I could probably talk him into dumping his girlfriend and asking me out instead. He probably would have done anything I asked in that moment. I knew it wouldn't last though. As soon as the morning light hit, he'd change his mind and tell me it was just the heat of passion talking. At best I'd get a thank you and a pat on the ass, but that's it.

'Just be very, very gentle okay. You're ripping me open with every move you make, and it's killing me, but I want to do this with you just to say my first time was with someone special.'

Jared agreed, and kissed me once again, making me wet myself even more down there, in spite of the pain. God that boy had a nice tongue, and he knew how to use it too. He lined himself up again, inside the entrance, and then he struggled back into my desperately resisting crush. The pain returned instantly as my pussy opened wide to receive him, stretching tightly around him, taking him in inch by inch until he was back where he left off.

'Ah, ah, oh God, Jared!' I gasped, then I fell into panting, mewling desperately, and then panting again. His cock throbbed at the sound of my voice and he shuddered all over. Were my cries of agony actually turning him on? That could have very well been the case. As I listened to myself I realized that I was sounding for the first time like I was actually getting fucked, panting, gasping, grunting, and moaning rhythmically, in response to his thrusts, like an absolute fucking whore as his cock tore into my innocent little pussy.

'You're so fuckin' sexy right now, Danny! I'm-'

He couldn't even finish the sentence. I was panting and moaning, sounding exactly like I was getting dicked real deep by a dick too thick for my tight little teen pussy. My cries weren't phoney either. I was just letting out how I was feeling without holding back.

'Ahhmmm! Please! Ow! Stop for a-'

He was sliding in and out steadily now, sinking deeper and deeper each time, and the deeper he went the thicker his shaft felt. I could no longer even speak. I just laid there, gritting my teeth, letting out these grunting little whimpers, and feeling his cock rip me open with that fiery hot burning pain. I was soaking wet though, and he pushed himself into my slippery little hole until his cock hit the bottom of me. He touched down to the very deepest part he could get to and released a heavy groan. The penetration was complete. I was no longer a virgin. I just lay there, shaking and crying, feeling like his big fat cock was all the way up in my stomach. I could feel his heartbeat once again, and I tried to lose myself in the rhythm of it. The pain was too intense though, and it took all my concentration to keep my legs from slamming against him and shoving him off me. He plunged in and out a couple of times, very slowly and gently and I felt that new tingle in there again, something far away and sweet, almost completely buried, but crying out in its own way, like a flower among thorns. It was about ninety-seven percent pain, three percent pleasure at that point, but the pleasure was there, and it surprised me.

He thrust again, pulling half-way out and forcing himself all the way in to the bottom again. I squeezed him hard, pressing my sweaty slippery breasts into naked chest.

'Ow, God! Ow, fuck! Jared, please wait, okay?' I said.

I was beginning to regret giving him that blowjob now. If I hadn't, he might have been finished by now, spurting uncontrollably into my hot squeezing pussy.

I was sobbing freely, but still forcing my legs to remain open as he enjoyed me. It was agony, but I realized that if I just took the pain and let him fuck me freely, he'd come a lot quicker and it would be over.

'Okay, ' I said. 'Just fuck me, Jared. Rip me up. Give it to me. Fuck being gentle. It hurts either way. Just do whatever you want, but please hurry and finished, okay? Please?'

I felt him nod, and suddenly he plunged all the way to the bottom of me with a gratified groan, feeling my sweet slippery pussy sheathe him tightly all in one hot wet stroke. I cried out again, in hot, sexy agony, and this turned him on somehow. He growled, lustily and gave it to me again. I cried out again, and fought my body's need to kick him off.

'Oh fuck, Danny! It's total heaven! I never want it to end!'

I wished I could feel that good. I would one day I supposed, but at the time I just wanted it to be over.

He stroked himself in and out of me steadily now, working me out, stretching me a little wider with each plunging thrust. I could hear the squeaking of the car as he worked himself up into a steady rhythm. It was an old car, and it creaked and groaned beneath our weight, announcing our motions to anyone within earshot. The party was still pretty loud though, I could hear that too — the distant thumping of bass from the stereo, and the noise of twenty or thirty different conversations all at once, muffled by the walls, but audible nonetheless. I was glad for the noise. It covered the grinding squeaks of our fucking inside the car.

Jared was getting a little more aggressive now. I felt my tits jiggle and my legs wave back and forth above him with each bump he gave me on his way down into the bottom of me. There was that flower of perverse bittersweet pleasure again, opening up inside that nest of thorns. I could feel its sweetness deep down inside and wanted more, but Jared's cock was big and thick, and my pussy couldn't take it, except by straining force.

'I'm sorry, ' he said, gasping for breath. 'I'm so sorry to hurt you like this, Danny, but it feels so... Ah, God!'

Then he pulled it all the way out again and rested it on my belly.

'Shit, I almost came. I don't want to come yet. I want to enjoy this a little longer.'

'Please, ' I said. 'Just come. I can't take this much more. Please.'

'Okay, ' he said. 'I'm sorry, ' he said. 'I'm so sorry. You're crying, Danny. Do you want me to stop? I really want to do this so badly, but you're crying. I don't want to hurt you like that.'

I didn't know if I could go on either. His cock was making me feel like a tiny little girl, being ripped open and bleeding like a stuck pig. I probably was bleeding heavily too. I couldn't tell. I took a deep breath and steadied my nerves.

'I've got to do this sometime, right? Let's just get it over with. Fuck me. Come inside me. I can take it for a little while longer at least. I can be a real woman for you, Jared.'

'Are you on the pill?'

'Yeah, ' I lied. I wasn't on the pill then, but I was planning to pick some up the very next day. At the moment, I just wanted him to come inside me so that the act would feel complete, just like it did when a guy came in my mouth. It was stupid and dangerous and could have messed up my whole life, but at the time, I just wanted everything totally perfect. Perfection didn't include him pulling out and spunking across my stomach. As sexy as that might have been, everything inside me wanted to feel him pour himself out into the very bottom of my sex. I didn't understand it then, and I still don't understand it now, but a woman's body knows what it wants.

He slid his cock back in me, the head first, stretching me open once again, and plunging all the way to the bottom of me. Then he began fucking me steadily, in and out, in and out, and I fought some more against the urge to resist him with my muscular thighs. I held them down, thrown wide open to endure him, but I crushed him in a hug, trying to keep him from banging me back and forth when his thrusts got too aggressive. And boy did I squeal like a little bitch! I wish I could have recorded myself, I sounded like a fucking porn star or something, taking his cock hard and thick up inside my straining little tunnel and crying out without restraint into his left ear.

'Ah! Uh! Hmph! Aw! Ah! OH... GOD!'

He kept getting harder and faster, trying to make himself come now, and the pain was worse than ever, but I steeled my will and bit the heel of my hand to keep from outright screaming.

Then he suddenly slowed down again, to a deep plunging slow-stroking rhythm, and things got all tingly again. It was weird how some things hurt like hell, but suddenly he would stroke differently and it almost seemed enjoyable. The pleasure was now at about ten or fifteen percent. I could feel it more distinctly now. It was like a sweet slippery ticklish massage on stiff, aching muscles — painful but comforting in its own way. There was something else in there too. A ticklish kind of pleasure that I thought, if amplified and experienced without all the pain, would make fucking feel really fucking nice. It was buried, but it was there, crying out like a beautiful song in a screaming mob. I met this subtle little pleasure like a new friend across that screaming mob, a friend that I would get to know very well in the future.

The pain was too intense at the moment though, to consider this particular fuck even remotely close to being pleasurable. There was some pleasure — that strange tingling tickle that flared up every once in a while, and quickly disappeared again — but it was mostly agony. I felt like I had a big hard, ripping shaft of burning hot throbbing meat plunging in and out of my tiny little pussy. All I could do was lay there and take the pain, releasing my little cries and whimpers, feeling like this hot fiery pain was stabbing all the way up into my stomach.

'I don't remember your dick being this fuckin' big!' I managed to say.

'It wasn't, when you last saw it, ' he answered.

He continued fucking me. I lay there, gasping and grunting, hanging onto him and he sped up a bit, nearing his orgasm. I let him go faster, harder, deeper than ever, though it killed me to do so. I knew that's what he needed to release his orgasm. The car complained as well, in a graceless whining song — squeench-thunk-bump-squeench-thunk-bump-squeench-thump-clunk! It was the last thing I noticed before he finally gave in to the ecstasy of my sweet virgin charms.

'UH! FUCK! OH GOD, D- '

He thrust all the way to the bottom of me and suddenly he was coming. I cried out with him, feeling the throbbing and the sudden hot gushing inside me. We held each other hard while he came and our bodies spasmed with the intensity of it, all over. I felt the spurts jetting out of him, one after another, squirting out into the bottom of me. He yanked back and plunged forward again, releasing another gush of hot come inside me. I could feel my pussy tightening and relaxing, over and over again as he finished his climax. It was a weird feeling, and it was making it hurt even more, but I couldn't seem to stop it. I think it's some sort of natural reaction, when a girl feels a guy come inside her — her body wants to get pregnant or something, so it sucks and squeezes at his dick. I don't know. It happens to me anyway.

He finished inside me, thrusting, twitching, jerking in and out as the spasms of ecstasy rocked through him, emptying everything he had into my churning, sucking little clutch, and moaning like had just been spared from death or something. I held onto him, feeling my pussy doing its weird little milking thing, feeling his heart beat slowing in the pulses of his cock. He lay still inside me for several long minutes, and I let him, feeling complete, and connected, in spite of the pain. He stirred, and I felt that happy tingle once again — the good one, not the burning stinging stretching spasming tingle. I felt the sweet ticklish tingle fluttering inside the pain making me almost want to keep fucking some more, so I could dig it out of its hiding place.

He began slowly dragging himself out of me though, and he kissed me deeply once again. He shivered at the super-sweet ticklish of my slick wet pussy sucking on him as he slowly pulled out. I almost giggled, but I winced instead. Finally he was out and I felt the burning of my shredded virginity ease into a dull ache, a thick hard ache, like I'd been punched in the cunt, really fucking hard and the fist had slipped right inside me. I was sure it would hurt for days, and possibly be just a bad the next few times I fucked, but I decided it was worth it. I was a woman now, at fourteen years old, and there was no going back.

Anyway, it was over. We were drenched in sweat and messy sex fluids, including my own virgin blood, and we somehow had to assimilate ourselves back into the party like nothing had happened. It was no easy task.

'How long have we been out here?' I asked.

'I don't know. Twenty minutes? Half an hour?' he said.

'I'm soaked in sweat, and I can hardly move my legs without feeling like I got kicked in the cunt. I'm never gonna be able to walk back in there.'

'Me neither, ' he said. I could hear the blatant shakiness in his voice.

'I think we should just head home, sneak off and say we were too drunk or whatever. I mean, not together, but you know.'

'Yeah, I know. We better just disappear.'

Then he added, 'How are you feeling, Danny?'

'I feel okay. I feel like I just had a baseball bat up my cooch, but I feel fine otherwise. How do you feel?'

'Did it feel good at all for you? Or was it just all bad?'

'Mostly bad, but a tiny little bit good. It'll get better once I get used to it I guess.'

'It was the most beautiful thing I ever felt in my life, ' he said. 'All I can say is Oh My God!'

'I guess for me, it was painful, but still beautiful at the same time. I'm not sure if I can explain it. Your body and my body, all sweaty and slippery, the sound of your voice, the motions, even the smells — it was all incredible, even though it hurt like hell.'

Jared was quiet for a moment, then he spoke again, softly and shyly.

'I gotta confess, something, ' he said.

'What?' I asked, worried it would be bad news.

'I was a virgin too, up until a few minutes ago.'

'You what!?' I said. 'Really?'

'Yeah, ' I've been seeing this girl Linda for like three months now and she's never even so much as touched me down there.'

Oh my God! I thought to myself. She does not know what she's missing! I was honestly shocked. Even with the pain, Jared had rocked my world.

On the other hand, I rejoiced inside. I'd claimed my first man-cherry. Danielle the conqueror! Woo-hoo! And I had the bloody, battered, come-soaked pussy to prove it too.

'Yeah, ' he went on, 'I just wanted to let you know. It was wonderful. It was incredible. It was everything I dreamed. You're so damn hot I want to whimper like a baby in your arms.'

'So why are you still with her?' I asked.

'Because I love her, ' he said, not sounding too certain.

'Are you sure?' I asked.

'Yes, of course. Why?' he said.

'If you really love her, what are you doing in here fucking me?'

'Because, ' he said softly. 'I think I'm in love with you too.'

ZING! FRAZZLE! POP! SIZZLE!

'What the fuck are you talking about!?' I said.

'You have to understand how much I've been thinking about you the past few months, Danny. Every time I try to do something with Linda, and she says no to me like I'm some sort of criminal trying to rob her or something, I can't help but think of you, and how you made me feel so much pleasure on so many levels. You didn't just make me come, you made me feel like a man. I don't know how to explain it. I'm sorry but the more I think about it, the more I realize I really do love you, and I always have.'

I didn't answer. I didn't speak for a long time.

Finally though, 'Jared, I really loved you a lot, and it crushed me when you wouldn't mess around with me anymore, and I'd really love to believe you now, but I don't know if you're really telling the truth, even to yourself. You've just had some wonderful sex, and you're feeling all mushy and gooey-headed right now. As much as I want to believe you, I know you'll be back with her in the morning, trying to forget all about what happened tonight with me. I'm okay with that, and I'm even okay with you coming back for more, whenever you want it, but I'm not okay with you saying you love me, and getting my hopes all up, and then having you change your mind in the morning when she's kissing you again and doing all the things that you love about her.'

He didn't answer. He started pulling his pants and underwear up, and I followed. Trouble was, when I sat up, a big mess of sloppy sex came oozing out of my pussy down my ass and onto the seat, blood, semen, female arousal, it all dribbled out of the bleeding wound that was my maidenhood, and there was more still inside me. I had no choice but to mop it all up with my panties, feeling the tender ache as I dabbed myself clean with gentle wipes and pats. Then I tucked them away in my handbag. They suddenly became a memento of my first time. I decided to keep them forever, to remind me of this night. I still have them too, and they still smell faintly of sex.

Soon we were dressed, minus my panties, and stepping out of the back seat. The air in the garage felt cool compared to the sauna-like conditions inside the car. We adjusted our clothing and looked each other up and down. Then we just stared at one another, smiling.

'You look fucked!' he said. 'Look at you, all sweaty and tumbled-looking. You so got fucked, girl! It's totally obvious.'

I felt fucked too, more than he knew.

'You don't exactly look prim and proper yourself, boy. Your fuckin' legs are still shaking. You're all sweaty and flustered looking... '

He walked up, put his arms around me and hugged me close. And I let him.

'I really do love you, ' he said. 'I don't care if you believe me or not. It just feels good to say it.'

'I think you're a very special guy, Jared, and I could love you with all my heart, if you proved to me that this wasn't just lust talking. In the mean time, I'm not gonna get my hopes up. Thanks for sharing this experience with me. I'll remember it forever.'

'I'll call you, ' he said, as I turned to leave.

'I hope so, ' I replied.

But he didn't.

I walked all the way home, half-stumbling, half-limping, still feeling the dull ache of my lost virginity, still feeling the messy slaughter, now trickling down my inner thighs. I got home, and staggered up to the bathroom where I drew a hot bath and got undressed. I got in and soaked for twenty minutes, feeling cleansed, feeling relaxed. I still couldn't touch my pussy without pain, but it didn't hurt as bad after I got out.

My dad poked his head in my bedroom as I was getting into bed in my little pink Pjs.

'How's my little princess?' he said. 'Did you have fun tonight?

Suddenly I wanted to cry. I wasn't his little girl anymore. I'd left my childhood behind, and everything else pure and wholesome, on the backseat of that car.

'I'm okay, Daddy. I'm pretty tired though.'

'Can I get a hug?' he said.

I stretched out my arms, and he hugged me. His hug was big and strong, and for a moment I felt like his little girl again. But it was a distant feeling, one that I had to search for in the hug, and I hated that. It used to be so natural.

'Have a good sleep, princess, ' he told me. 'See you tomorrow. Love you.'

'I love you too, Daddy, ' I said. He shut out my light and closed my door. I thought about everything that had happened, and I thought about my dad, and the little girl I once was. It was a scary, sad feeling, like someone I'd known for so long had died that night, and I would have to get used to not having them around anymore. I put my face in the pillow and cried myself to sleep.

The phone rang the next morning.

I answered it, excitedly expecting to hear Jared's deep sexy voice.

'Danielle, it's Kenny.'

'Kenny?' I said. 'What's- um... hi! What's up?'

'Where did you go last night, I looked all over that damn house for you?'

'I left early, ' I said. 'Um, why were you looking for me?'

Here's where it gets ugly. Here's where everything beautiful about the experience with Jared suddenly fell apart.

'Well, um, I was looking for you because I wanted to ask you if you would be my girlfriend, ' he said. 'I really like you, Danielle. I have for a while now.'

I was already crying, before he even finished speaking.

'What about that girl?' I asked. 'I thought you were with her.'

'Candace? No. She's just a friend. We're more like brother and sister. She's the one who was bugging me all night to work up the courage to tell you all this.'

'Oh Kenny! I don't know what to say.'

My heart was breaking now. He could have been my first, and he would have actually stuck with me the next day.

'Are you crying?' he asked me.

'Uh-huh, ' I said.

'Why? What happened? Did somebody hurt you?'

My knight in shining armour wanted to protect me.

'No, it's not that. I just don't know what to say.'

'Just say yes, ' he said.

'Can I think about it for a bit, Kenny? I mean, I really, really like you too, more than you know. I was even thinking of ask you out last night too, but this is so sudden.'

'You were?'

'Yeah, but that girl, Candace, I thought she was your... '

'You should have just asked me!' Kenny laughed.

It wasn't very funny though.

'I gotta go, Kenny. Call me later, okay?'

'Okay. I'll call again later, Danielle.'

'Okay... bye.'

I hung up the phone, ran to my room, and bawled like fuckin' baby for two hours. I bawled until my cheeks were sore, and my pillow was soaked with tears.

Fate is a cruel fucking bitch.

By the time I was done crying, I'd decided to take Kenny up on his offer, but only on one condition: I had to be completely honest with him and tell him the whole truth about what happened last night. If he still wanted me after that, then I would have him, but I wouldn't take him without him knowing the truth.

I called him later, after spending three hours waiting for Jared to call me, even just to say hi, but he didn't. I cried some more, and took another bath. Finally I sat down and forced myself to dial Kenny's number.

'Have you thought about it some more?' he asked. 'What did you decide?'

'I've had a crush on you for weeks now, Kenny, ever since my birthday party when you stood up for me. I wanted to tell you, but you seemed so not interested in me, almost bored even. I didn't know what to do. Then I saw you with that, what's her name, Candace, and I thought you two must be going out. I was crushed, Kenny. I cried my eyes out on the back porch. And then... and then this guy I knew for a few years came along, and he talked to me about it. Well, the next thing I know we started making out, and then we went and had sex. I shouldn't have done it. I know that now, but I was so upset, Kenny. I hope you can understand. I just wanted to feel loved, even if it wasn't real. It should have been you, my first time, but you were with her... '

'It was your first time?' Kenny said, sounding shocked.

'Yes, Kenny. I'm so sorry. I wanted it to be with you, but- Aw, fuck! This is so stupid!'

'I don't know what to say, ' he told me.

'The stupid thing is, ' I continued. 'I don't even have a chance with this guy. He's already got a girlfriend. I thought I could deal with that, and just, you know, just go ahead and do it, just to say I did it with an old friend, someone special, but now I don't know... '

'If he was special, he wouldn't be cheating on his girlfriend. What the fuck, Danielle!?'

He sounded angry all of the sudden. I was suddenly terrified I'd lost him too.

'Please don't be mad at me, Kenny. I shouldn't have done it. I know that now. It should have been you.'

'Stop saying that!'

'What!? I'm sorry! It's true though.'

'No, it's not true. If it was supposed to be me, you would have found out the truth about me instead of just guessing and running off to fuck some other guy. Who was it anyway?'

'It was this guy named Jared. I've known him for a couple of years. We're really good friends. I just thought, if I couldn't have you, I might as well-'

'Stop it, I said!' he shouted at me. 'If it was meant to be me, you would have waited for me, even if I had a girlfriend, just like I've waited for you through all your guys.'

'Why are you yelling at me? I'm sorry, okay? Stop yelling at me, please! This is hard enough.'

'I feel like such an idiot now, ' Kenny said. 'For standing up for you like that. Now it just seems like all the stories people tell are true.'

'No, no, no! Don't say that, ' I cried out, sobbing fully now. I could feel myself being crushed like an insect. 'Please, Kenny. You're the only one who believes in me.'

'Not anymore, ' he said, and hung up.

My one chance at happiness slipped through my fingers and was gone. I could feel the empty void where it had been. I felt like death would be better than the horror of having my heart ripped out and stomped into mush over one little mistake. But then I realized it was a whole lot of mistakes, with a whole lot of guys, and it all added up to something so big, not even Kenny's love could ignore it. I honestly wanted to die right then and there.

Things got worse though.

Jared called later, and was even madder than Kenny had been.

'What the fuck, Danielle!? Some guy just called Linda and told her I fucked you last night!'

Oh my fucking God. My brain bent in half and a jolt went through me like I'd been shot. I couldn't even speak.

'You fucking bitch! Why couldn't you keep your fucking mouth shut!? Don't you ever, ever speak to me again, you fucking whore!'

Then he hung up too. I was stunned speechless. I honestly felt like I was going insane. I screamed and threw the phone through my bedroom window. It shattered into like seventeen pieces on the back steps. I wanted to jump out the window after it, but I didn't. I walked around in panicked little circles for a couple long crazy minutes, and then I just fell to my knees and crawled into my closet, curled up into a ball, and laid there crying for the rest of the day.

My mom came in later to look for me, wondering where the hell I was and why my phone was on the back steps and why the window was smashed, but I hid from her in there. She looked all through the house for me, getting more and more worried, but I never made a sound. Part of me wanted to call out to her, to cry like a baby in her arms, but I didn't. I just hid in the closet until I passed out, dead asleep. I woke up in my bed a few hours later, not even knowing how I got there.

Neither Jared or Kenny ever called me again. Nobody did. The only people who would talk to me were guys, mocking me and bugging me for blowjobs, or telling me I'd be nice and comfy in their back seat. The girls didn't talk to me at all. They'd heard I'd fucked another chick's boyfriend and I was finished at that school. I only lasted a day and a half before I finally snapped. Someone had written on my binder while I was in the bathroom: 'Danielle Stevens — turbo slut teenaged nymphomaniac cock sucking cum whore'. It wasn't the graffiti that got to me. It was the cold, cruel laughs when they saw me reading it. There was no pity in them whatsoever, no mercy, no sympathy. If they'd died right there in their seats, they wouldn't even have souls for God to send to hell. They were like savages.

I ran from class, vowing never to go back.

I managed to talk my mom into moving me to a different school, and I finished out the rest of the year with strangers.

It's not easy being a teenaged nymphomaniac.

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