This is the third in a series of four vignettes. As those of you who have already experienced the first two will know, all the characters in the four segments are inter-related. The purpose of these stories was to examine the various relationships as they develop between men and women. It's probably ambitious for a first effort, but once I got started, I knew I was committed. For all of you who have offered comments and criticisms; my thanks. Feedback is god!
Chapter 01: A night to remember, A night to forget!
Julie lay back on her bed, her legs dangling over the side. She was looking at her old High School Yearbook, 1999, the year she graduated. She remembered her grad dance. She had needed all the powers of persuasion to convince her mother to let her buy the yellow dress. He mother was convinced it was too 'sexy'. She was, of course, right. It was cut low in the front, allowing the maximum display of cleavage. Its hem was just above the knee, but a slit up the right side of the skirt traveled dangerously high. She looked at the nearly four year old picture and it seemed as if it were a different person. Her blonde, medium length hair hadn't changed, but there was no way in hell that she would ever be able to fit into that lovely, sexy dress again. That was fifteen pounds ago.
She lay on the bed in her pink, terrycloth housecoat. She had arrived home from work at her usual time; four o'clock. Robbie would be home in an hour or two, depending. She thought about her life since that graduation picture had been taken. She was never the most popular girl in school, but she had her share of dates. None of them 'cranked her starter', but at least some of the guys wanted to date her. Or maybe, they just wanted to get their hands on her tits, she thought. That was her prime asset; bit tits! Big, sensitive tits! Just letting a guy touch her nipples or even her aureoles would set her off. It was hard to be a virgin and still crave the touch of a man's hand on her breasts. She knew that was why she had so many offers for dates. The boys had only one thing on their mind; 'cop a feel'. She wondered idly if there was a contest with points for how many boys got a touch and extra points for the ones who tweaked or even sucked them.
Her mind drifted back to that grad dance again. She had caused a mild sensation when she walked in. A warm May night, there was no need for a coat or sweater, so the sexy yellow dress was on its own. As she strolled across the dance floor to the tables on the far side, she felt the boys' eyes on her. She smiled inwardly and continued to walk to one of the dance floor-side tables, stopped, turned to survey the room and sat down. It took less than one minute for the first of the boys to sidled up and sit down.
"Hey, Julie, you look super tonight. Nice dress." Ronnie Smythe was a basketball player, mediocre student and self-styled stud. At least he wasn't drooling, Julie thought.
"Thanks, Ronnie. Did you come with someone?" she asked pointedly.
"Nah, you know me, I like to play the field Julie." he bragged.
Within a few seconds, two more or her classmates appeared; Bill Farnham and Jane Simmons. "Hi Julie," Jane exclaimed. "Wow! You look fabulous. Where did you get that dress? It's ... so ... sexy!" she said, pointedly.
It went on like that for almost two hours. Guys and girls who wouldn't normally spend five seconds of their time to say hello, were suddenly dropping by to say Hi! Guys who she could barely remember their names asked her to dance. Of course, they all seemed to have one mission; look down the front of her dress. She enjoyed the attention. When she danced, it was amazing how many of them tried to slip their hands inside the slit in her dress. She spent as much time pushing their hands away as she did trying to ignore their erections pushed against her abdomen. 'Ah well', she thought, 'the price of fame!' It was fun. It was even more surprising when Mike Tulkman invited her to an 'after party'. She didn't have to think about it for long; she was happy to accept. Mike was a big, powerful young guy who played on the football team and was very popular with the girls. She was thrilled to be asked to a private party by him. They left together just before midnight.
At the party, she circulated with a drink Mike had given her; some kind of fruit punch. She talked to some her classmates and noticed a few people there she didn't recognize. Her drink tasted strong, so she sipped it slowly. It must have been an hour later when Mike walked up to her.
"How're making out Julie? he asked. Without waiting for a reply he said, "Here, let me freshen your drink."
"Thanks." she said as he took her glass. Julie was feeling very light and happy. It was the most pleasant feeling she had experienced in a long time. Mike was back in a minute with another glass of punch and she took it from him and thanked him again.
This time, Mike stayed with her and they made small talk about the dance and graduation and what they planned for the future after high school. Mike was going to a local university to study medicine, he thought. Julie didn't have a plan. She didn't see herself in University, but she wanted to get into public relations or promotional work, so she was thinking of the local, two year junior college that might give her the courses she needed.
Julie noticed she was feeling a bit tipsy and she put the drink down on a nearby table. She started to head for the bathroom to freshen up when Mike caught up to her and held her arm.
"Are you all right?" he asked, looking at her carefully.
"I don't know." she said, trying to focus on his face. "I feel woozy. I need to go to the bathroom."
\"Why don't you come with me?" he said, opening a door at the end of the hallway. "Here, Julie, lie down on this bed and rest a while. I'm sure you'll feel better soon." He pushed her down on the bed and lifted her legs up and onto the bedspread.
Julie laid her head back and closed her eyes. She was drifting and couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. She felt lightheaded; dizzy, but not nauseous.
"Let me loosen you clothes, Julie. You'll be more comfortable that way." she heard Mike's voice in the distance. It sounded funny, like a cartoon. She felt his hands undoing her dress and then pulling at her panties. She thought she was yelling "No! No! No! Stop it! Stop it!", but she wasn't sure. There was a hand over her mouth and she tried to scream. Then she felt something poking at her vagina. It was pushing at her. Then a finger pushed its way past her resistant thighs and into her. It was probing and poking her. Then the other thing was back and she felt driving into her. She opened her eyes; she saw Mike looking at her. His face was very close and he had a horrible look in his eyes. He was grunting and pushing into her and she felt a sharp stab of pain and then another and another. She also felt his hand holding both her wrists and his body on top of her. He was too heavy, she thought; he'll crush me. Her head was swirling and Mike's face moved away and she heard him groan and grunt. She felt something new inside her, like a warm liquid, but she was powerless to do anything about.
Finally he got off her and off the bed. She opened her eyes and Mike was standing there, grinning at her. He said something, but she couldn't understand him. Something about 'not so bad was it', but she couldn't be sure. A moment later, someone else was climbing over her. She tried to scream, but a hand was over her mouth and she couldn't hear anything. She felt like she was spinning; her face was in the bedspread. She thought she heard Mike's voice. "Rip the bitch a new one Arnie! Atta boy! She felt a pain in her anus and then again and again and she cried and pleaded for him to stop. After a while, he did and the other body was gone. She lay face down on the bed, unable to move. Her vagina and anus felt as if they were on fire. She was crying and she wanted to go home but she couldn't move. She tried to lift her head and it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. She heard voices again and tried to call for help, but the door was closed and now two men were there. Who are they she wondered as she looked at them. It wasn't Mike or anyone else she recognized, but they were talking to her. One of them opened his pants and took out his penis. It was big and purple and it was looking right at her. Then he climbed on her and once again the pain of penetration was back. She lost consciousness and it was her only blessing. She did not feel the entry of the other man.
They were gone when she slowly came back to consciousness. The light in the bedroom has been turned out and the door was closed. She was barely aware of sounds coming from the other side of the door. Her head was clearing slightly. She lay on the bed and her hands went to her groin and she felt a sticky wetness. With great effort, she pulled her elbows back and propped herself up. The pain in her vagina was continuous and now she felt sharp pains in her rectum. She tried to look down at herself, but in the darkness, she could see nothing. Just that one movement took all the effort she could muster. She lay back and tried to think. With her right arm outstretched, she felt the night table top and then the small lamp. With all of her concentration, she willed her hand to find the switch and when she did, pushed it with all her might. The blaze of light almost blinded her. She had blue spots with orange halos floating in front of her eyes. Gradually they diminished and she realized her ability to focus had returned. She could see the ceiling light and the closet doors and the standing mirror to her right. She tried again to prop herself up on her elbows and look down at herself. When she finally managed it, she saw the blood and the torn dress and she fainted.
She couldn't hear the door open and the laughter of the girls as they entered. Their screams, however, were heard all over the house and probably at the neighbors. Others came running down the hall and pushed into the small bedroom.
