I live up in the hills. Our nearest neighbour is a good half a mile away, mainly because my father is a bit of a sourpuss who picked a place where he wouldn't be bothered by neighbours dropping in. Or anyone else, for that matter.
That was fine for him, but not so fine for me. I'm a bit of an extrovert and I love company. True, there's a small town only a couple of miles away and I often head down there, visiting the mall and meeting friends. My present problem was that my car was off the road, getting some much needed repair work. That left me stuck at home unless I hiked down to the town and that option meant I'd have to hike home afterwards. Not an attractive proposition.
I was feeling a little edgy and cooped in so I decided to go for a walk. There's a creek that passes close to our place and my father had thoughtfully encouraged a pond to form, clearing some of the scrub and sewing some rather tough grass to hold the clear area. I grabbed a book and a blanket and some snacks and headed towards the pond.
The weather was pleasant, warm with only a hint of a breeze. Not hot enough to make swimming desirable, but sufficiently warm to make being outside comfortable. When I reached the pond I spread the blanket out and settled down on it with my book.
I suppose I'd been there for about an hour when I was interrupted.
"Well, hullo, Louise," said a voice.
Looking up I saw a couple of men heading in my direction. Ron and Dave. I knew them as we went to school together, although that was a couple of years back. They'd both been on the team but I'd never actually dated either of them. If I had to guess I'd say that they were either my age or maybe a year older. That would put them at twentyish.
"Ron, Dave," I said, nodding a polite acknowledgement. "What are you doing here?"
"Just getting in some exercise," Ron said. "Gotta keep fit for the tryouts next month."
"Yeah, fit," grunted Dave.
They were both keen sportsmen, fit and athletic, with enough beef to make their mark on the game. When the tryouts came I figured Ron would be in with a fair chance. Dave, though, I suspected was going to be right out of luck. While muscle is all you needed in school and college games once you got past that level the coaches were also looking for brains. This seemed to be an area in which Dave was decidedly lacking.
"Any fish in there?" asked Dave, nodding towards the pond.
I looked at the small pond and the trickle of water that flowed along the creek. Any fish in that trickle wouldn't rate as a minnow.
"Ah, no, Dave," I said. "There used to be a few but the crocodile ate them."
Ron gave me a look but Dave nodded.
"Yeah, crocs will do that," he agreed. "Hey if we catch the croc for you do you think the fish will come back?"
"Well, no, Dave, as the croc wiped them all out. No need to catch the croc as he left when he ran out of fish."
"Oh. Pity."
"Anyway, Louise, what are you doing here? Waiting for someone?"
"Just enjoying some sunshine while I read," I explained. "I live just down the track over there." I nodded in the general direction of the track.
"So just having yourself some me time?" Ron continued and I nodded.
Apparently that let Ron know I was all alone and not expecting visitors. He dropped down onto the blanket next to me, pushing my shoulders so I was lying down. That done he grabbed by wrists and hoisted them above me head.
"Here, Dave. Hold her wrists," he snapped, and dumb Dave settled down next to me and did just that.
"Just what do you think you're playing at?" I demanded, trying to pull myself out of Dave's grip and also trying to twist away from Ron.
Ron didn't bother to answer the question, just flicking my dress up, latching onto my panties, and pulling them down and off, tossing them to one side. That done he pinned one of my legs to the blanket by wedging one of his legs between mine, and started pushing my dress up.
Like I said, it was a warm day. I didn't have a jacket and my dress was only a smock type dress, one you just drop over your head, no buttons or zips required. I now found out that that meant it could also come off the same way, just lift it up and over my head, and the dress didn't give a damn if I was doing the lifting or some perverted male.
Dave actually released my wrists for a moment to help take the dress completely off but had regained possession before I could take advantage. I was now lying there with just a bra on and that didn't stay on for long. Ron just rolled me half over, unclipped the bra, and very deftly removed it, tossing it to the side with the rest of my clothes.
I wasn't just lying there letting them do this. I was struggling, but finding it hard to do with Dave holding my arms above my head and Ron half lying on me, one of his legs between mine, holding me down. All I could do was try to kick him with my free leg and heap calumny upon their heads. (I suppose I shouldn't say calumny because that implies what you're calling someone is false. As far as I was concerned everything I called them was true.)
"Have you worked out yet what we're doing?" Ron asked and I just glared at him. I was naked and being held down by two men. Of course I knew their intentions. All Dave did was to continue holding my wrists whereas Ron started playing with me.
He started off slowly, stroking my breasts and teasing my nipples. Once my nipples had hardened and were standing out he bent his head and sucked lightly on them. I was twisting about but there was nothing I could really do. The most annoying part of what was happening was the fact that I was enjoying the way my breasts felt under his administrations. Not that I'd ever admit it.
After a while his hand drifted south, slipping between my legs and stroking me there. I couldn't even close my legs to stop him, what with his leg between mine. His hand stroked and probed, easing between my lips and exploring internally. I did some more twisting about and I don't think he even noticed.
