The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne
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I would imagine most girls had THAT experience back in high school. The one with the guy you only saw once. The one who convinced you to do things you wouldn't normally do. The one that was seductively handsome and had an air of mystery about him. The one that made you want to be ravished and then would disappear, leaving you with a lifelong memory of a sexual experience that could never really be topped.
I had that experience too, although mine had been a lot more...intense.
My name is Susan, and this is the story of how I was defiled.
It was the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. I was a really bright girl, but because of the time of year I was born, I had actually started kindergarten a year later than most kids when I was younger. This meant I had already turned eighteen going into my senior year.
I wasn't a huge party girl, but I enjoyed going sometimes and hanging out with my friends. One of them told me about an outdoor evening cookout at a large house near the outskirts of the city. I was working as a lifeguard at the pool earlier that day, so I got directions from my friend and told her I'd meet her there.
When I pulled up to the house, I noticed it really was pretty large. I didn't know the guy who was hosting the party, but his family was obviously well off. Parking on the side of the house, I noticed a line of vehicles in the long driveway.
Getting out of my car, I walked around to the back of the house from where the lights and noises were coming.
I had worn my tight, light blue jeans that evening, the ones that made my rear look amazing. I paired that with a white t-shirt tucked into my waist that showed the curves of my very perky breasts. My white boots were calf-length with a slight heel, and my light denim jacket matched my jeans. It was always a great look for me since I wasn't normally a skirts and heels kind of girl.
The back yard seemed just as large as the house. It looked like there were about thirty people there, some I knew, others I didn't know well but had seen them before at school. Other than the grill and snack table, our host had set up a volleyball net, ping pong tables, and even a Slip N Slide.
...and that's how it started.
I had worn my one-piece sky-blue swimsuit under my clothes, figuring that when I was ready to get wet I'd just take my outer clothes off. No teenage girl is completely comfortable with her body, but in hindsight, I've realized that I was a really hot high schooler. With luxurious, silky brunette hair, lovely blue eyes, and a very cute wide smile, I see now why people thought I was popular, even though I never saw myself that way. I got a lot of attention from guys back then for my shapely legs, perky breasts, and full rear. I honestly thought it was just high school guys being horny teens though.
I mingled with my friends a little bit at the party, met a few new people, and had some fun playing ping-pong. It was while I was getting a lemonade at the drinks table, though, where I first met "him".
"Having a good time?"
His voice was confident.
I turned around to answer him and immediately, my jaw dropped.
As a girl, you never think that a guy is going to be so handsome that he renders you speechless...that is, until it happens to you. One glance was all it took for me to be completely awestruck.
He looked to be maybe a year or two older than me, with piercing blue eyes, gorgeous wavy hair, and a reserved smile that gave nothing away. He was wearing a black, button down shirt tucked into a pair of trousers which highlighted his marvelous broad shoulders and slim waist.
As he looked at me with cool assessment, I realized that my heart was pounding.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I barely registered his words, so mesmerized I was by his hypnotic stare and gorgeous features. I actually felt my pussy getting wet.
He was that hot.
"I...um..." I stammered, telling myself to hold it together, "Oh...um yeah...I'm...fine."
I extended my hand.
"My name's 'gorgeous' and you are absolutely Susan."
I froze, realizing what I had just said.
"Fuck," I whispered to myself, "real smooth, girl."
He took my hand and gently kissed the back of it. I swear I melted inside when he smiled at me.
"Well, 'gorgeous'," he replied, "it's nice to meet you."
"Susan," I rolled my eyes at myself, "my name is 'Susan'."
"Okay...Susan."
I tilted my head to one side and smiled. "Listen, can we start over?"
He shrugged.
"I rather enjoyed the awkwardness. It's very sexy."
With those words, my entire body tingled. I could actually feel my nipples getting harder.
I blushed and gave a cute smile.
"So, do you live here?" I tried to sound as if I wasn't wanting him to take my clothes off right then. What in the world had gotten into me? This was not how I would normally behave.
"Sometimes," he replied, "when I'm home from college. I've got a room furnished in the basement."
I smiled, giving finger quotes. "So you actually 'live' in your parents basement?"
"It's not as lame as it sounds," he answered back smoothly, imitating my finger quotes. "It's more of an 'entertainment' room."
I raised my eyebrows in curiosity, wondering exactly what he meant by that.
"Maybe I can show you later," he added.
Was he flirting with me? I shifted to one side and placed my hands on my hips, flashing a coy smile. Whatever he was doing, it was really turning me on.
"Looks like people are going to do the Slip N Slide," he gestured with his head, "did you bring a swimsuit?"
"Mmm hmm," I nodded, "I'm wearing it now."
"Well then," he said walking up the three stairs to the wooden deck and sitting down in one of the chairs, "if you want to give me your clothes, I'll put them inside for you."
I walked up the stairs to the deck and stood in front of him with my arms folded and my hips to one side, trying to assess the situation. It was hard to tell if he was actually hitting on me or just being nice. Some guys tend to do both at the same time. When you're eighteen though, you second guess everything.
Before I knew it, I was taking off my clothes in front of him, starting with my jean jacket, smiling a little nervously as I handed it to him. My white t-shirt was tucked in and clinging to my breasts. When I looked down, I noticed that my nipples were so hard that the outline could be seen through both my swimsuit and t-shirt. Glancing back up at him, we made eye contact, and he smiled slightly, just to let me know he had noticed my tits as well.
Blushing a little, I reached down and took off my white boots, placing them beside me as I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans.
