A few weeks back this idiot in a prime-mover with a container in tow was speeding down the main road that runs past the back of my place. My place is roughly in the middle of a nice straight stretch of road. Cars and trucks do tend to speed along this section but my place has double glazing and insulation in the walls, effectively making it soundproof, meaning the traffic doesn't bother me one little bit.
That is, it didn't bother me until this idiot came along. He managed to lose control on a straight stretch of road. He says a spider dropped off the roof and onto the steering wheel and then ran up his hand. Instead of just ignoring the thing or flicking it off he went sort of spastic, resulting in his truck leaving the road, driving through my back fence, in through my back door and out via the front door. As you can guess he didn't leave much in the way of a usable house.
Fortunately I had house insurance. I slapped a claim on my insurance company, letting them consult with the truckie and his insurance company. They're the ones getting paid to argue with lawyers and such and I was quite willing to let them.
It was obvious that it was going to take some time to get everything settled and the house rebuilt. This meant that I needed some temporary accommodation. Not wanting to go to the trouble of renting a house for an unknown length of time I stuffed the remains of my furniture and things into a storage unit and took up residence in a local boarding house. The insurance company were all in favour of this as it was cheaper than having to pay my rent for six to twelve months.
There were only four other people currently at the boarding house apart from the owner. Three of these were students from the nearby university and the fourth was a dental assistant. By an odd chance they were all young women around the age of twenty, with the dental assistant being the oldest.
I had seen the women around at various times, normally at the mall, but I had never really been closely acquainted with them. Fortunate in a way as it meant that none of them were ex-girlfriends. That could have been awkward. I did think of chatting them up but decided against it. Getting into an affair and then breaking up could be a bit sticky if you lived in the same house.
Basically, apart from exchanging friendly words now and then, I ignored the girls and they ignored me. Still, they talked amongst themselves, almost non-stop, and I got to know what was going on in their lives. Melanie, the dental assistant, was engaged and her wedding was drawing nigh.
This was a constant source of conversation amongst the girls while I tried my hardest to ignore it all. There was one thing I found out. Melanie was a virgin and was anticipating her wedding night with some trepidation. The other girls assured her she was worrying about nothing which led me to assume that they were not as virginal as sweet Melanie.
Personally, I thought that Melanie might have something to worry about. I'd met her boyfriend when he'd picked her up one evening and my first impression was that he was an asshole. Future meetings with him led me to believe that I had flattered him with that first assumption. Not the sort of man a nervous young virgin needs to initiate her. Still, she was in love, and I suppose that counted for something.
On a Saturday afternoon I was sitting in the common room reading the paper (some of us still buy newspapers). I was under the impression that I was the only one home when Melanie wandered in. She wanted to talk and the other girls were out so she fastened onto me. I was polite and listened but what does a man in his thirties know about a young woman's potential sex life and her fears about it.
"Melanie," I said speaking gently, as to a small child, "instead of waiting until your wedding night why don't you just drag the guy into bed and get it over with?"
She sounded quite scandalized when she replied. First, she pointed out, they weren't married yet, and second, what if he found out she was no good at sex and decided not to marry her. Or even not marry her because she'd been too forward and had sex with him before they were married.
Quite a bundle of insecurities that girl. I debated with my evil side for a while and my evil side won. With a sigh I rose to my feet.
"Come with me," I told her. "I may be able to help you."
Curious (a besetting sin of women) she trotted alongside me as I headed down to my room. I ushered her inside and closed the door firmly behind us.
"OK, Melanie. Your problem is that you're a virgin and are scared of what might happen. What I'm going to do is toss you on the bed and rape you. That way you'll know what to do once you're married, you won't have to worry about him hurting you (I hope) because you'll no longer be a virgin, and you'll have enough knowledge and experience to be able to determine if you really want to marry that man you're engaged to and have sex with him." (You'll notice I was polite and said man, not asshole. I can be diplomatic when required.)
"What?" She sounded slightly flustered. "I don't want to have sex with you. What on earth makes you think I would?"
"I said rape, Melanie. You know, rape, non-consent? You not wanting to have sex with me is what makes it rape. Now can you please take off your clothes?"
"You expect me to get undressed in front of you?" She was definitely horrified now.
"Well, yes. I need you naked before I rape you. Well, I don't need you completely naked but it's more fun that way. Now either you undress yourself or I'll have to take your clothes off for you. I don't mind doing that but your things look quite nice and I might tear them when I'm taking them off. Surely you can see that it will be a lot more sensible if you take them off. Besides, you'll find that you get a little excited taking them off, knowing I'm watching and what I'm going to do."
She already knew that there was no-one else home. She looked around the room but I was between her and the door. Swallowing nervously she pointed out that she did not want to have sex before she was married. I just smiled and ignore her comment.
She looked as though she was about to start arguing about the whole deal so I decided to get in first.
"Come on, Melanie. Either you strip or I strip you. So much easier for you if you do, so be a good girl and get started. Start with your blouse."
The blouse was the easiest thing to start with as she'd still be fully covered once it came off. As far as I was concerned it was the thin edge of the wedge. Once she'd taken off one item the decision to take off the rest had already been made. She dithered a bit then started undoing the button, face burning and not looking at me.
She placed her blouse on the dressing table, flicking a glance at me and seeing me looking at her.
"Do you have to watch?" she demanded.
"Oh, yes," I said with great sincerity. "Now the skirt."
The skirt went the way of the blouse with one little difference. She kept flicking little glances at me, watching me watching her. The fact that I was so plainly interested in her actually seemed to buck her up a little.
With the skirt out of the way she didn't really have much choice. Her bra and panties followed along, leaving her naked, bar socks. For some reason she'd been wandering around the house without her shoes.
I moved closer, taking her arm and easing her towards the bed. Very uneasily she sat down on it.
"No," I told her, shaking my head. "Don't sit. Lie down."
She did but she didn't relax. She was as stiff as a clothing dummy, lying there with her arms by her side and her legs firmly together.
Now I stripped and she watched. She didn't want to, turning her head away, but curiosity kept swivelling her eyes back to me. When I finally dropped my shorts her eyes went really wide and she hastily looked elsewhere. I sat on the bed next to her.
From the look on her face she obviously expected me to jump on her and have at it. Farthest thing from my mind. Slow and easy was the order of the day. Anything other than that and I'd have a panic stricken girl trying to climb up the wall to escape.
I put a hand on her tummy and started drawing lazy circles. Even that was enough to make her jump. I just kept stroking her, making those little circles, finding her slowly relaxing when nothing bad happened. I started expanding the circles in an upwards direction, deciding it wasn't time to approach her mons. It wasn't long before my hand was brushing the underside of her breasts. Just grazing against the curve. When she was relaxed enough to let this happen without a sharp intake of breath I let my hand drift slightly higher.
