This is a work of fiction. This story involves a refugee high school senior from Syria unexpectedly losing her virginity with her American boyfriend, so if any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always very welcome.
My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.
Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.
Farah and her parents had moved to this city in the US from their home in Syria three and a half years ago. Her father had been held captive by terrorists for two weeks, and he had been lucky to escape with his life. He knew that sooner or later, the terrorists would catch up to him and his family, so they fled across the border into Turkey, where they applied for refugee status with the US embassy. Amazingly, they were accepted, and they were soon on a flight to the US.
After a short stay in New York City, where they were under the care of an organization that provided aid and training to refugees, they were driven to this new city and set up with an apartment and work for her father. They were all given lessons in English, and Farah started school in the new city. For the first three years here, she went to a special school, where she could come to grips with American culture and the English language, as well as catch up with all of her other academic studies. Her teachers were very impressed with her intellect and drive to succeed.
Farah and her parents were thrilled to have a new chance at life. While they had all been accepted by their neighbors in Syria, her father's capture and detention by radical terrorists showed them that there could be an extremely dark side to people. Therefore, he was hesitant to join any religious group when they arrived in the new city. Still, he was always willing to listen to others' opinions. This was one more thing that Farah had to get used to, since her father had always been very strict as to whom she could associate.
Now, she was going into a new high school, with a mixed population, as a senior, and her father wanted her to make as many friends as she could. That wasn't really too difficult for her, though. Farah was extremely smart, and because she had missed a year of school their last year in Syria, she was a year older than many of her classmates. That meant that she had already developed into a woman, which the boys in her class found very attractive. She soon had many friends, and had even dated a few boys during her senior year.
At the same time, Farah was still quite conservative, since that was how she had always been raised. She had always done her best to blend in when they lived in Syria. It was crucial to avoid attacks from extremists. Here in America, her conservative dress set her apart from most other girls in her class. For some boys, that was a turn-off. For others, it made them even more curious about her. The fact that she would NOT just let them into her panties meant that most boys didn't opt for a second date.
That all changed when Bill Thompson asked her out. Bill was a well-known Christian boy in their school, so it surprised her when he asked her out. She knew that Bill had a job as a mechanic and owned his own car, but she had no idea at the time what his plans were for the future. Nevertheless, he was a perfect gentleman during their first date, and he only gave her a soft kiss when he brought her home. The kiss made her tummy tingle, and she fell asleep that night thinking about him.
When Bill texted Farah to ask for a second date, she happily agreed to it. They dated for a few months, with one or two dates each week, and soon they were known around the school as a couple. Bill solidified his position as her boyfriend when he started to hold her hand at school and then started driving her to and from school every day. Besides that, Farah's father really liked Bill, and he even went to Bill for mechanical work on his car. One time, when Farah and her father were talking, he called Bill a real keeper.
Of course, as time went by, they were showing more and more affection for each other, both in public and in private. One night, Farah went to Bill's house to watch a movie with him. When she realized that Bill's parents were out of town, and that they were alone in the house, it worried her a little, but she trusted Bill, so she figured that everything would be okay. Lately, they had been getting more and more intimate, and they were ending up in less and less clothes when they were in private. That didn't really concern Farah, though. Bill had always stopped whenever she had requested a halt.
They were lying on Bill's bed watching a movie on his TV, but they weren't paying much attention to the screen. They were kissing passionately, and they had both lost a lot of clothes. In fact, Farah was down to just her panties, and Bill was completely naked. Farah was on top, so she thought she could still control the action. That would prevent this from going too far. She wasn't on any form of birth control, and she didn't want to have a baby until she was married.
When Bill pulled her up on his chest, she lost the lock she had on his lips, but then he started to kiss and suckle her nipples. It was positively the best feeling she had ever experienced. She gasped in pleasure, and her legs straddled his waist, rocking slowly against him as she was overcome by these new sensations.
She barely even noticed as he pulled her panties down, and she even naively assisted him in sliding one of her legs out of the leg hole, which left her panties dangling on her other leg. Farah continued to rock her pelvis against Bill's pubic bone as he suckled her nipples. She thought to herself that, although she was pretty much living at the edge now, she could still control the situation as long as she was on top.
Farah could feel Bill's cock sliding along the wetness in her vulva. She loved the feeling it gave her every time his cock bumped into her clitoris, and she loved the feeling every time the tip bumped across her vaginal entrance, as well. Even though Farah didn't want to actually have sex, she was okay with anything else. When Bill felt the tip of his cock bumping across her vaginal entrance, he told her, "It feels wonderful to me," and asked, "Could we play "just the tip" for a while?" Farah had never heard of that, so she asked him to explain.
