I have to share Christy and I's story. Even now, eight years after this tale begins, I feel some shame for what I did but even still, I know I would do the same thing again if I had the chance.
Christy and I started dating when she was 18 and I was 20. She was very naive and innocent, raised very religiously but struggling to find her own identity outside of what her parents had tried to give her, if somewhat timidly. She was slender, about 5'3", with long, wavy auburn-blonde hair and big, beautiful blue eyes. She was gorgeous. I couldn't believe how lucky to land her, and even be her first boyfriend. She was a virgin and had most of her first time sexual experiences with me, but we never broke the bank and had sex. I had had sex with a couple other girls before and of course I wanted to with her as well, but I respected her boundaries and agreed to wait it out.
After we had been dating for about six months, Christy was involved in a rather serious car wreck. Someone ran a red light and she t-boned them at about 40 mph, hitting her head very hard on the steering wheel due to the defective airbags in her old car. She was rushed to the hospital and was put into a medically induced coma due to her brain swelling. It was a very scary time. At first, the doctors weren't sure she was going to make it. Luckily, her brain swelling went down after a couple days and within a week she was out of her coma and partially responsive. Altogether she was in the hospital for about a month before they released her.
Despite her recovery, though, the doctors warned us that all was not going to be perfectly fine right away. I was in the hospital room with her family when they gave us their diagnosis. I held Christy's hand as she was in the midst of a heavily medicated sleep.
"We expect Christy to eventually make a full recovery," they told us, "but there will be a recovery time of at least a year."
They showed us scans of her brain, and showed us that the affected areas were those that controlled rational decision making and long-term memory. They told us that she would be very impressionable during the year or so that her brain was healing. She would be very receptive to outside suggestion and would be unable to weigh consequences or control impulses. This included, they added awkwardly, a potentially elevated and unchecked libido. I swallowed awkwardly at this, and ignored the quick glances at me from her family members. They also said that she would probably not commit very much of the next year to her long term memory.
"So it's very important that she is well-looked after, and that she is not permitted to make any serious decisions on her own. In 99% of cases like this everything returns to normal after the year or so of recovery, but it's important to make sure that the next year goes well. We'll take her back in every couple months to take more scans and monitor her progress."
So Christy finally came home, and everything was ok, if a little weird for a while. I still came to visit Christy every day, and our time together went well. She acted more or less the same, and usually remembered most things from the day before, but would take prompting for anything from the day before that. All of her memories from before the crash were intact. I think her father started to trust and respect me more after seeing the care that I put in during that time.
It was a mere three weeks after coming home that the unthinkable happened. Her parents had made the difficult decision to send her back to school, as she was considered capable of completing the work (although she was given a special exemption from normal tests due to her inability to really study), and it was important for her to graduate high school. Her teachers were all well aware of her condition and vowed to keep a close eye on her.
Apparently, though, it wasn't close enough. On only her second day back, she was caught having sex with two senior boys while using the girl's restroom. All of the details weren't clear, but apparently Christy, in her impressionable (and libido-boosted) state, had either given these boys the impression that she was interested, or was somewhat coerced into it. I couldn't believe it. The two boys were expelled but no legal action was taken against them because the evidence did not support a rape, for Christy seemed to have consented (her medical condition not being recognized under current law). The school was then placed in the awkward position of saying that Christy was not allowed back at school either, although she was allowed to finish the remaining month of the school year from home. It was considered too great of a risk to have her at school.
I was furious and heartbroken. I didn't know where to direct my feelings. I couldn't really be mad at Christy, but it was also difficult to avoid feeling betrayed. I was mostly mad at her parents for making the stupid decision to send her back to school. But hindsight is 20/20, I guess.
For their part, her parents seemed oddly conflicted. They were of course furious at what happened as well, but I couldn't help but feel as if they partially blamed Christy for what happened, too. They were, as I've stated before, very religious, and I think their strange views on morality and female sexuality made them feel as if Christy's apparent willingness to have sex with not just one, but TWO boys was still unforgivable, regardless of her condition.
I, meanwhile, was torn apart. My sweet girl had lost her virginity, and not to me. I didn't even get to be her SECOND! I tried to tell myself that it didn't count, but I couldn't convince myself. No matter what, people other than me had got to experience her greatest intimacy, while I hadn't. Nothing was going to erase the memory for them. Nobody could ever take her virginity again. I tortured myself at night, lying in bed imagining them spreading her pale, smooth legs and shoving themselves into her most private spot, feeling her from her insides. Despite my horror, I found myself getting an unwelcome erection, and I will admit that I shamefully masturbated to the mental image. Despite the huge injustice against me and her, some part of me could not help but be viciously turned on by the thought of my innocent girl passionately fucking guys she barely knew on the floor of a bathroom like some common whore. I always felt immense shame and disgust wash over me after climaxing to these thoughts, but while it was happening, they were the most intense orgasms of my life.
The silver lining was that after about three days, Christy seemed to have no memory whatsoever of the incident. We all decided that if possible she should never find out about it, and thereby be protected from the emotional damage that might result. After a couple weeks I was starting to think things might go back to (relatively) normal.
Then the video surfaced. I couldn't believe their gall. The two bastards who had taken Christy's virginity like it was a free giveaway at a fundraiser posted a video of the event on social media. I had never even heard that a video existed, but there it was before me on my monitor, in intoxicatingly well-lit HD. It was about ten minutes long, and showed Christy, nude from the waist down but still wearing her shirt and shoes, enthusiastically engaging in unprotected sex with both boys. There was a shot of her alone, spreading her legs wide for the camera, proudly displaying her naked pussy (which she always kept shaved despite her sexual inactivity. I knew from the few times she had let me reach down there with my hand.) I stared at it now in disbelief. It was the first time I had ever really seen it, and it was alongside all the other countless jackasses who must be watching it at the same time as me. I couldn't help but think it was beautiful, with its plump outer lips and delicate pink inner lips fanning out slightly between those. It was leaking visibly in the video. Christy's face was strange-looking to me, with a slightly glazed, horny looking blank look to it that I had never seen on her. Her face was flushed slightly red, and she seemed to be thinking of nothing but getting fucked. She was biting her lower lip.
The video showed her being fucked by both of them in a few different positions. They spit-roasted her, one deepthroating her from the front while the other one rammed into her pussy from behind, then switching out. It spared no details of those parts of Christy's body that were exposed, getting in more than once with a close up on her pussy and even once on her butthole while she was being fucked doggy style. I flushed with shame and jealousy when I saw how absolutely wet her pussy was. They both finished by fucking her missionary style, one after the other, both of them pulling her shirt up slightly and popping their loads on her bare belly when they finished. I was just glad they didn't do anal on her.
The video was quickly removed by website admins but I knew it wasn't soon enough. By the time I even saw it it already had a couple hundred views (along with a comment from one idiot I vaguely knew who said "Wow what a fuckin slut lol"). Some of those views might have been repeat but it didn't matter. My shy, naive girlfriend had been seen by a minimum of dozens of people (most of whom probably knew her) getting fucked like she was a pornstar. It occurred to me that the majority of people who saw the video wouldn't even be aware of her condition, since we were keeping it so secretive. They would just think she was a slut. That night, I again masturbated myself furiously over what I had seen, and had literally the strongest, most full-bodied orgasm of my life. What the hell was wrong with me?
Her parents seemed not to have found out about the video, and I hoped to keep it that way. The less people that knew about it the better. Christy was happily oblivious. We went and had a picnic the day after I found the video and I tried to act like everything was fine, but every time I looked at her I couldn't help but imagine those two jocks bottoming out in her. I tried to avoid going where other people might be; I didn't want anyone to see us.
For the next several days I couldn't quit thinking about the video. Perversely, I wanted to rewatch it. I wished I had saved it. I even tried searching for "Christy Aiken sex video" and all sorts of variations in the hopes that someone had uploaded it elsewhere, but I came up empty. Every time I was around her I thought of it. I thought of her delicious nudity, probably forever enshrined somewhere in come random peoples' computers. I had to see it again. I had to have it for myself.
One night I stayed over pretty late, after her parents had gone to sleep. We were in her bedroom upstairs, but with the door open. I quietly got up from where we were spooning on her bed and slowly shut and locked the door. My heart was racing. What did it matter? I thought to myself. She's been with other guys now, why shouldn't she be with me? Just this one time. I knew she wouldn't even remember it, and I'll admit that that was really the deciding factor for me. I lay back on the bed beside her and began running my hand slowly up her bare leg. She was only wearing some short, cotton sleeping shorts and a flowy pajama shirt. With my other hand I gently squeezed one of her modest tits through the shirt.
"What are you doing?" she asked groggily.
"Shh," I whispered. "We should do this."
I half expected her to reject me but she didn't. After a long pause she said "...if you want."
