Summer break always drove me crazy. I lived in a trailer 15 miles out of town with my dad and older brother in a trailer in middle of nowhere Alabama. I didn't have a car. I didn't have a phone. All I had was a TV and more time to kill than I knew what to do with. Not only was I bored, I was lonely as hell. My dad and brother, both dumb rednecks, worked building cell phone towers all day and were on the road sometimes for days. I knew my dad could afford a telephone at the house; Him and my brother both had walkie-talkie cell phones that they used all the time. Cutting me off from my friends was his way of controlling me when he wasn't around. It isolated me completely. He wouldn't let me get a job. If I wasn't home they got back he would flip shit. He was worried about his precious little teenage daughter. Let me tell you why.
My name is Victoria and I was 18 years old when this happened. I had been cute as a child, though not especially beautiful in the face or smart. When I hit puberty though, by body really started growing. It didn't make me long to get into a D cup, and once that happened, everyone started noticing me. I didn't really know how to handle it, since I had been largely ignored most of life for the prettier, richer girls. But guys don't give a crap if you live in a shitty trailer or not if you've got some big tits and don't mind showing them off. I quickly became a notorious flirt and had a reputation for being easy. Once my dad caught wind of it, he shut it down quick.
"God-fucking-damn it Victoria!" He yelled "You ain't gonna be some fucking slut like your momma was!"
My older brother had spotted me getting felt up in the driveway by some boy who had given me a ride home. I lay on my bed in tears. He came through the door and grabbed my arm, jerking me up and then slapped me in the face.
"You ain't leavin this fuckin house until you learn to keep them tits in your fuckin shirt, you god damn little skank." He growled, clutching my wrist.
That was 4 months ago and once school was out, my prison term began. I spent the mornings sunbathing in the yard in a bikini. This was the time of day that I enjoyed most, because cars occasionally came down our winding dirt road and people would glimpse out at me. Sometimes an old redneck would honk when he saw by blonde hair and large breasts, but no one ever stopped. Once it got to hot to stay outside I would go in and eat lunch, and spend most of the afternoon watching MTV in the air-conditioned living room of our tiny doublewide.
Masturbation became one of my few pleasures; rap videos in particular would awake my lust and sexuality. The big breasted, sex women grinding against each other and the sexy rappers flaunting their strength and provocative lifestyles was the most powerful sexual stimulant I had access too. I would finger myself softly while I cupped a breast in my hand. When I came for a moment I forgot how miserable I was, but it made me remember how lonesome and horny I was. I would dress in my panties and bra and stand in front of the mirror in my tiny room and admire the body God had given me. I knew I was sexy. I had started dying my hair a bleach blonde years ago. I had a pretty face but I thought my nose was a little funny though. My boobs were big and firm, round and perfect in a gravity defying way. I knew every man who saw me wanted to fuck me. That's why dad was locking me up. What he didn't realize was how that would ultimately push me into his worst nightmare.
It was a Tuesday at the end of July, the dead hottest part of summer, when it happened. I was out in my beach chair, catching some sun before the heat swelled above 100 and forced me back inside the cramped trailer. In the distance, I heard a car making its way down the dirt road. It sounded like it was going fast. I sat up on my elbows and peered down at the curve that winds by our property. An old brown Cadillac with the distinct rumble of large bass speakers came around the bend. I couldn't see the driver through the dark tinted windshield, but I noticed the car slowing as it rounded the curve. They must have seen me.
I felt suddenly quite naked as the large car creeped to a stop in front of my driveway, a good 100 feet from where I was. The window rolled down, revealing a young shirtless black guy. A feeling of anxiousness immediately swelled up in my stomach.
"Yo Vicky...You lookin fine as hell today." The driver said, leaning out the window and smiling.
"Well who the hell are you?" I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better look at him. I may look like a sweet little girl, but you don't grow up in a trailer without learning how to talk shit with the best redneck.
"It's ya boy, Antoine." He said, leaning out the window, spreading his arms dramatically.
I recognized him then from school. He was older than me and had dropped when I was a freshman but I remember him being a pretty big thug.
"Oh hey." I said casually, leaning back in my beach chair. "What are you doing on my road?"
"My boy Eddie moved down the road bout a mile. We gonna smoke some blunts." He replied. "You oughta come chill."
I knew my dad would flip out if he caught me talking to a nigger but I was hungry for some company. He was cute but I wasn't about to risk getting the reputation of a girl who would have sex with a black guy.
"I can't leave; my dad will beat my butt." I said, shrugging.
He nodded. "Aight. How bout I just smoke you out den?" He said.
