I wasn't there for the first half of the incident so I'm going by guess as to what actually happened, drawing on my knowledge of the people concerned. It was Suzy who stated the ball rolling.
"Sharon is a sanctimonious bitch," announced Suzy.
"Wow. You said that in a very definite way. Do you mean our Sharon? Sharon the cheerleader? Sharon, the all-round nice girl, popular with men, women, children, and even the teachers? That Sharon?"
"That is the Sharon I mean and you damn-well know it."
There were some giggles from others in the little group.
"What had she done to set you off? She always seems so nice. She never offends anyone. She pretty and friendly and doesn't try to steal our boyfriends, although I'm sure she could if she tried. I mean, with a figure like hers half the school starts drooling whenever she appears."
"Don't I know it?" grumbled someone. "I've picked out two girls who are gay, just by watching their reactions to Sharon."
There was some derisive laughter at that but the entire little clique secretly admitted that it was possible.
"But what precisely has she done to upset you, Suzy," came the query.
"Oh, I wouldn't know anything about that sort of thing," Suzy said in a very sweet voice. She continued in her normal voice.
"We were discussing our boyfriends and the conversation sort of drifted around to their, ah, male attributes. Even allowing for exaggeration it would seem that the local boy's equipment ups the national average by an inch or two. Sharon, however, put on her 'I'm more virgin than you' voice, denying any knowledge of cocks or erections or what you do with them. The implication was plain that she's never even seen one, let alone touched one. As for anything else, forget it."
There was a lot of giggling and agreement. They had all seen that side of Sharon at times. She could certainly put a dampener on a discussion of boys.
"What she needs is for some guy to hoist her ankles into the air and demonstrate what his cock is for," observed Marie. "Maybe she wouldn't have those little shots at us then. I know she's made me feel guilty a time or two because I was going out with Mike."
There was some ribald laughter at that point. The girls all knew Mike and his reputation. If you were going out with him your chances of being a virgin were zip.
"Not going to happen," grumbled Suzy. "She steers clear of situations where that might happen. And I'm pretty sure that she's not gay, because I've seen her eyeing a well formed butt or two. She's just reluctant to get started."
"So maybe we can make it happen," said Marie thoughtfully. "Sort of put her in a position where we can point a man at her and say go, man, go."
"How would we do that?" asked Suzy, curious.
"Easy enough. Your father is away next weekend, isn't he? There'll just be you and your brother home?"
At Suzy's nod Marie continued.
"We'll have a sleep-over at your place next Saturday. Rob is a pussy hound and he's had an occasional success. Enough to give him a high opinion of himself, anyway."
There was another outbreak of giggles. Suzy's brother, Rob, was well known for his wandering hands and arrogant self-confidence.
"Once we're at your place all we need to do is persuade Rob that Sharon wants to know what it's liked to be raped, without being in any real danger. We'll tell him that she's hoping he'll do it while she's there, because she knows that the rest of us are around to make sure that there's no violence. All he has to do is hold her down and screw her."
"You're joking," snapped Suzy. "Rob would never go for it."
"Ah, Suzy, he would," said one of her friends. "He'd think it perfectly reasonable that Sharon would like him to have sex with her and he has no objections to taking part in a little let's pretend scenario."
"Speaking from experience?" asked someone, to be met with a giggle and a smug look.
"But what happens if Sharon kicks up a fuss afterwards? Rob could get into all sorts of trouble."
"We cover for him, of course. We'll say that she wanted the rape scenario and it wasn't Rob's fault if she forgot the safe word. He thought he was doing what she wanted."
"What's a safe word?" asked someone.
"Just a password that you use during this sort of scenario to call a halt to things. If you change your mind you just call out the safe word and game over. In this case Sharon won't have a safe word and Rob will fuck her rotten."
There was a lot of giggling and fine-tuning of the plan, but it was all in fun. They had no real intent to actually go ahead and follow it through. Just a nice thought that wouldn't go anywhere.
That's where it probably would have stayed if it hadn't been for Sharon's own actions. She picked a bad time to come along; an even worse one to ask her question.
"My, you're all looking very animated," said Sharon, strolling up. "Discussing your boyfriend's appendages again?"
"Ah, Sharon, we were actually making plans for a sleep-over at my place next Saturday night. My father will be out of town and we'll have the place to ourselves. Would you like to join us?"
- - -
Robbie Burns quote "The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley"
was proved again that Saturday. The various young ladies fronted up at Suzy's place and a typical young ladies' night began. Marie found time for a quick word with Suzy.
"Where the hell is Rob?" she asked. "Hiding in his bedroom? I'd have expected him to be out here for the laying on of hands."
"He's at Mike's place," said Suzy with a sigh. "The boys decided that as we are all here they'd all go around to Mike's place for a barbecue and a booze-up. Probably having more booze than barbecue. We won't see Rob until tomorrow lunchtime, if them, and probably hungover. Sharon has the best fucking luck."
"In her case, I guess it's the best unfucked luck," giggled Marie. "Still, doesn't matter. Let's party."
- - -
I was supposed to be away the full weekend but an early breakthrough in our discussions and a chance at an early flight home had me landing before midnight and at one AM I was walking through my front door. It was quiet which rather surprised me as Suzy had said she was having a sleepover and I'd half expected to find tipsy young woman giggling and talking all over the place.
Still, if the girls had gone to bed at a reasonable hour it wouldn't have been fair for me to wake them. I went quietly down to my room and entered, switching on the lights as I did so.
I was rather irritated to find my bed occupied by a young lady. It wasn't the occupation by a young lady that irritated me, but the fact that it wasn't considered polite for a host to join the aforesaid young lady. I had noticed that the couch was vacant and it seemed to me that that was where I'd be spending the night.
I took one last look at the forbidden fruit, or what was supposed to be one last look, and then I paused, looking closer. I knew the young lady which wasn't really a surprise. Her name was Sharon, and Suzy had been known to refer to her as the perpetual virgin. What Suzy didn't know was that several times in the past year Sharon had given me a very discrete and subtle come-on, which I had ignored as I considered her a little young for me. I'm not saying she was under-age, because she wasn't, but maybe a little young. Or is that another way of saying I'm a little old for her?
Looking at her now it occurred to me that Sharon had the right to be attracted to an older man if she wanted to. Who was I to tell her she couldn't? I shrugged, leaned over her and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.
She responded very sweetly, kissing me back dreamily, and then her eyes flickered open. I stood up, smiling down at her.
"Good evening, Sharon," I said quietly.
"Oh, Mr Jackson. What are you doing here? You're out of town."
"Call me Ron," I said. "I arrived home early to a very nice surprise."
"Ah, I suppose you want me to move, Rob," she said, sounding a little confused.
"Ron," I repeated. "Rob is my son. You know, the boy who hangs around here being ignored by the girls."
"Sorry. Ron," she said with a giggle. "Um, where should I move to?"
