Jackie's Story
The party had been in full swing for a number of hours; most of the house lights were out and the music was turned up as loud as they could get it without attracting the neighbours or the police. The booze, mainly beer and mainly in one large barrel was on a table in the kitchen. In the fuggy, smoked filled darkness bodies swayed and gyrated to the latest pop songs. Jackie sat on a wall just outside the kitchen talking to her friends. Cigarettes were passed around and Jackie took one although the combination of cigarettes and booze usually made her feel light headed and queasy.
After a while she decided to go to the toilet and pushed her way through the swaying bodies and made her way through the darkness to the stairs. She found her way upstairs by the faint light of the street lamp outside and she worked her way to the toilet door, mainly by touch and pushed gently, only to find it locked. Mentally shrugging her shoulders she turned to look down the corridor. In the faint light she could just make out a number of bedroom doors facing off either side. 'A few more bedrooms than we've got' she thought.
She turned at the sound of someone coming heavily up the stairs. The bulky shadow of a man appeared. He paused at the top of the stairs and took his bearings. After a moment he walked to the bathroom and tried it. Standing in the shadows she tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, she could smell the beer on him and did not want any trouble.
"Fuck!" he muttered and half heartedly kicked the door with his shiny, pointed shoes. With a shock like a bucket of iced water down her back Jackie recognized him and tried to step further back into the shadow. At the movement Alan looked up. "Fancy meeting you here," he said as his eyes focussed slowly on her in the half light.
"Fancy," she replied poised between flight and staying.
In the semi darkness he reached out and took her wrist in his hand. "With anyone?" He asked.
She shrugged her shoulder noncommittally, "Friends." He nodded and slowly started to walk away down the corridor, pulling her after him. "Where are we going?" she asked his back but he didn't answer. He pulled her along the corridor until he came to one of the bedroom doors. Pushing the door open he pulled her inside. "Wait a bloody minute.." she began but he spun her around, up against the wall and in one easy movement he pinned her hands above her head.
He looked her up and down and then reached for the big loop tab on the broad zipper that ran down the length of the front of her dress. "I love these new fashions," he said, "so easy to get into. Made for men like me," and with a soft chuckle he began to pull the zipper down.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" said Jackie, panicking and trying to pull her hands free, "Let me go!"
Alan calmly continued unzipping her dress. He reached the bottom and the dress fell open. "That's much better," he said smugly. He leaned back a little and pushed the two halves of her dress apart. He surveyed her body, pinned up against the wall, hands above her head, almost on tiptoe. He caressed her breast in its plain white bra before reaching around behind her and unhooking it. Because her hands were held above her head the bra almost immediately sprang clear of her breasts so he pushed it up and out of the way. Her breasts glowed whitely in the pale light, her nipples obvious and prominent. He paused, savouring the view, he chest heaving as she tried to control her panic. "I love your tits you know," he said, "ever since the first time I felt them."
"Please stop," Jackie pleaded, "Someone may come!"
Alan cupped her breast and at his touch Jackie felt the first familiar lurch in her stomach. He bent his head to her breast and sucked the nipple deep in his mouth. Liquid warmth began to pour from her nipple and she unconsciously pushed her breast forward to meet him.
Alan suckled deeply, drawing her breast to his mouth with his hand. The warmth spread to her groin and Jackie began to whimper, she knew she was losing control. She clasped her legs tightly together to try to control the tingling sensation that was building there. Alan moved his attention to her other breast and she him mutter, "Small, but really very nice. Absolutely class tits."
As he suckled on her other breast Jackie could feel her resolve slipping. She could not believe how fast she crumbled when he touched her. Her body was betraying her and was instantly responding to his every touch. "Alan, for fuck's sake stop!" she pleaded but he took no notice. Her nipples were on fire. Alan alternately suckled on one and rolled the other between his fingers. She squeezed her legs together and her knees began to buckle. "Alan PLEASE!" she almost cried.
In reply his hand began a lazy decent from her breast down across her stomach until he hooked his finger into the waistband of her knickers. She closed her eyes and in desperation she squeezed her legs tighter together. He pulled the front of her knickers down and slid his hand inside, running his fingers through her pubic hair.
"Please Alan, please," she said, her voice now almost a whisper. She was no longer sure whether she was pleading for him to stop or continue. His finger began to probe between her legs. Her head sagged forward in despair as he tried to worm his hand between her closely clamped thighs.
He released her nipple from his mouth and raised his head to look at her. "Open your legs," he said.
She shook her head slowly, "No" she whispered.
Alan looked blearily at her and then suddenly he drew back his hand and hit her, once, sharply, across the face. The sudden blow shocked her to her core, the slap wasn't hard but the shock was intense. "Open your legs," he said quietly again and raised his hand as if to repeat the slap.
Jackie turned her head away from the expected blow but Alan dropped his head to her nipple again. She gasped at the intensity of the feeling as he first bit and then suckled at the nipple; she felt it immediately become erect. His hand moved down inside her knickers, pushing them, unresisting, down her thighs.
"That's better," he said. His fingers explored between the folds of her labia and Jackie knew that her resistance was almost over.
"Oh God!" she whispered and rested her head against his arm as he inserted a finger inside her and began to move it slowly around in exploration. She shuffled her feet, opening her legs wider to give him access.
Suddenly there was a sound in corridor outside and the door burst open. A couple stumbled into the room laughing and giggling. They turned on the bedroom light and the man pulled the unresisting girl towards the bed, sliding his hand up and under her short skirt. They stopped short in confusion when they suddenly realised that Jackie and Alan were standing silently against the bedroom wall.
Jackie tried to shield her eyes from the sudden light behind Alan's arm that was still pinning her hands above her head. She knew that that the couple were staring at them, that they must be able to see her with her dress open, her breasts displayed and Alan with his hand between her legs. She struggled to cover up but Alan did not move, he just said very quietly, "Whoever you are just fuck off and turn off the light when you leave."
The couple hesitated, drawn by the sight of the near naked girl and the man who was obviously undressing her. Without raising his voice Alan repeated his command "I said fuck off NOW!" and the couple almost fell over themselves as they rushed for the door. "And turn that fucking light off as you leave." He casually hurled over his shoulder at the departing figures.
