I was eighteen. My parents had died when I was sixteen, so my brother, six years my Senior, had dropped out of College to get a job and support me. He invited three of his friends to move in with us in our Parent's House, a six bedroom. They each paid $200 a month, plus pitched in another $200 for expenses. In return, they got full use of our indoor pool, our bar with a pool table and 48 inch TV, and our weight room. Not a bad deal I thought.
I played maid. My brother, Anthony Jr. (AJ), thought it would be better if I didn't work and just finished high school. I would do all the cooking, cleaning and laundry in exchange for an allowance of $30 a week and use of his car when I needed it. He bought me clothes and stuff when I needed it. I thought it was a good deal.
Anyway, it was the end of my Senior Year. I was dating Eric, a real jock. I knew the only reason I had a date with him is because I had finally learned the secret of make-up and short skirts.
I admit I'm pretty. I have Mom's Scottish in me. Long dark red hair that brushes and teases my ass when I'm naked. Long legs that seem like they're half of my 5'9". My breasts were nice and perky with rosy aureoles and tight nipples. (Being 39D helped too.) My waist was a small 25 inches and my tummy flat. My hips were a little too large for my liking at 37. I worked out and swam daily, helping keep my figure nice. I guess I'm vain about it.
Well, I finally discovered short skirts and makeup. AJ said I didn't need either with the way I looked. It was only after nearly causing a huge fuss in the store did he buy them for me. The first day I wore both, I had six guys ask me out. Eric was my first pick.
We went out Friday Night. We went to the movies. I don't even remember what we saw. I was too busy making out for the first time. I know I was so horny that my panties were soaked.
When the movie ended we went to Look Out Point, the local parking place overlooking the lake. Eric parked and pulled a blanket from the back seat. The dashboard clock said 10:45.
"Let's go look at the stars."
I agreed, a little nervous. He led me to a picnic table about 20 feet from the edge of the water and surrounded by trees. He put the blanket on the table and lifted me up so I was sitting on the edge. He spread my legs and was kissing me. I pushed back for a minute and told him to stop.
"What do you mean stop? What did you think we were going to do out here?"
"I'm a virgin. I want to stay that way."
He got mad. I got scared.
"You're kidding. A virgin? With the way you dress? You're asking for it."
His hands pushed between my legs and found my panties.
"You're soaked, no way could you not want it."
With a hard yank, he ripped my panties off.
"NO!"
I pushed him away again and he grabbed my wrists. He twisted my arms and held them behind my back. I cried out because it hurt. He pressed me against him so his hard on was pressing against my pussy and my breasts against his chest.
"Eric, no please."