At the time I was a sweet, innocent, young thing. Well, maybe not all that innocent but still a virgin so that counts, doesn't it? Now a virginal young lady of eighteen, approaching nineteen, probably has it on her mind to be non-virginal come her nineteenth birthday. I know that was my intention.
I didn't think it would be too hard to lose my virginity. All I had to do was put down the stick I used to beat the boys off and the deed would be accomplished shortly after. The biggest question was with which boy should I leave the stick at home so that I could be properly initiated?
I had a short list of potential candidates who might be allowed to seduce me against my wishes, working their wicked ways upon my sensitive and nubile young body. It was a case of considering carefully before making my choice. (I also had a list of boys that I was prepared to fight off with whip and chair, considering them to be little better than wild animals. Oddly enough Mike was on both lists. I just couldn't decide where he was concerned, but he'd probably be a no.)
That was the situation when I went shopping at the mall one Friday evening. So there I was, just strolling through the mall, heading towards Evies, a new shop that had just opened that was supposed to be for girls my age. I'd had mixed reports about it and thought I'd check it out for myself. I was passing the rest rooms when the door to the family room slid open, an arm reached out, and I was grabbed and hauled into the family room, the door sliding closed behind me. I heard the click as the lock was engaged.
"What the fuck?" I yelped, my normal ladylike manners slipping in these unusual circumstances.
I found myself facing two boys, Joey and Bryn. I'd like to point out that neither of them were on my short list for possible contenders, but neither were they on my list of 'not on your life'. They didn't make any of my lists, even though they were the right age and were both on the team, possibly because I couldn't stand football and boys on the team seemed to live and breathe the silly game.
"Such language, Sandy," chided Bryn, "and you such a sweet young thing."
"Never mind my language. Why'd you yank me in here?"
A damned good question in my opinion. I hoped they had a damn good answer.
"A good question. A very good question," said Bryn. "Joey and I saw you wandering along and thought that this would be a good time to get to know you better. A lot better, actually."
"And you couldn't just stop me outside and say hullo?"
"We could have, but some things suggested that a more secluded spot was preferable."
"What things?" I demanded, totally suspicious of what these assholes were up to.
"Oh, just little things, like no cameras in here, no security, no passers-by, and no screaming."
The reason Bryn was able to add the no screaming bit was because while he was distracting me Joey was getting into position to slap some sort of tape across my mouth. Suddenly all I could say was "mmph," and I wasn't saying it very loudly, either.
Why, you ask, didn't I just rip the tape off again? Because both boys had grabbed an arm and they were holding onto me quite firmly.
"I suppose that I should also add that where you're concerned there's no clothing," Bryn added.
Do you know how fast a couple of determined boys can strip you? I can assure you that it doesn't take long. Joey initially held my arms behind my back while Bryn calmly unfastened my skirt and then dropped both skirt and panties, forcing me to lift my feet to let him take them right off. How did he make me lift my feet, you ask? You can lift your feet or you can get your bottom smacked and then lift your feet was the suggestion given to me. Which option would you choose? I lifted my feet, thinking bloodthirsty thoughts while I did so.
With that done it was a simple matter to haul my top up, Joey lifting my arms above my head so I finished up with my top tangled around my wrists. Joey then changed how he was holding me and it was sayonara to my top. My bra joined the rest of my clothes about two seconds later.
Now that I was naked they let me go, just standing back and admiring me. While it was flattering to be admired I'd just as soon be admired while fully dressed. I reached up to pull the tape away from my mouth but Bryn was quick to stop me.
"Don't do that," he said. "We'd just have to put it back on. I bet you're wondering what the fuck we're doing. The answer is quite simple. We're going to do you. Fuck you, that is."
The hell they were. I turned and headed for the door, nudity be damned, only to be caught and picked up, Bryn's arm going around my waist and just scooping me up. He carried me across the room and dumped me on the couch there, quickly sitting down beside me and holding me there. Oddly enough my first thought was why is there a stupid couch here? Family room, I remembered. It's for breastfeeding mothers. Not that knowing that helped me at all.
Joey grabbed my wrists and held them above my head and Bryn started touching me. Oh, brother, was he touching me. He started by stroking my breasts, squeezing them, teasing my nipples. Then he was sucking on my breasts while his hands wandered elsewhere, touching me even more intimately.
There is just so much squirming and twisting about that you can do with your arms pinned over your head and one long leg pinning down one of your legs. This last, incidentally, forced my legs apart, giving Bryn free access to my pussy, access which he was quick to take advantage of.
The touching and tasting and probing and stroking just kept on happening. I was stinking mad about the whole thing, quite ready to castrate the pair of them with a dull knife, the duller the better. I fumed and swore horribly, albeit silently with that stupid tape on my mouth.
I was also finding the whole thing stimulating, arousing, and exciting. I could, quite frankly, take a lot more of this without protest. Fortunately that tape, while stopping me from abusing Bryn, was also stopping me from expressing my pleasure, which would have been embarrassing considering the circumstances.
Bryn finally took his hands away, but this wasn't to be a reprieve. This was simply so that he could drop his trousers and I got my first up close and personal look at a boy's erection. To my untutored mind it looked awfully big and fat and I immediately reacted by struggling a lot harder. (Not because I wanted to but because it would have looked suspicious if I'd just laid there and let him do what he wanted. Let him work for it was my attitude.)
Bryn sprawled on top of me. Surprisingly he didn't feel all that heavy. Perhaps my anticipation was lightening the load. He had one hand running over my breasts while his other hand was down between our bodies, trying to manoeuvre himself into the right position. I said something like, "Mmph, mmph, mmph," and he laughed.
"Don't worry," he hastened to reassure me. "Everything will be fine."
Oh, yeah, I thought with some cynicism, because rape is something that happens to me every day. I was twisting about under him, trying to avoid a meeting of minds, let's say, and it slowly dawned on me that Bryn wasn't too sure of how to go about this. He may have had experience before but I suspected that this was his first rape. I gritted my teeth and managed to move in just the wrong way, allowing him to make his initial contact.
After that I was making a lot more mmph sounds while Bryn slowly pushed home, with me giving an extra loud grunt when he popped my cherry. After that I gracefully surrendered and he came charging home.
