Few people can honestly look back on their teenage years as a wholly unpleasant experience. My own adolescence was spent at a boarding school in the heart of the English countryside, and although at the time I mostly professed a profound loathing for the place it was there that I received my induction into what I would later come to consider the greatest of life's small pleasures.
Most of the sexually-repressed brats of the Sixth Form needed months of persuasion before they'd let you into their pants, but not Alison. Alison wasn't like the other girls at that college. Alison was a Goth, pale skin, disproportionately large breasts for someone of her slender build, and beautiful, piercing green eyes. Within a fortnight of arriving she'd been fucked by almost everyone I knew.
My good friend Adam, who had made Alison's acquaintance shortly after she arrived, was one of the first of my peers that Alison had let inside her. He would derive great pleasure from regailing me with stories of the parties the two attended together, parties organised for the most part by the shady characters Alison would hang out with outside of school. These soirees it seemed had one purpose, and one purpose alone: sex. Or to be more precise, sex with Alison. The rubric was straightforward. Alison would be doped up with alcohol and narcotics until completely insensible, before being passed around the room to be groped and fucked by whoever wanted her. At one of these affairs she was stripped naked in front of thirty-odd horny partygoers and chained by the neck to a radiator, while every guy who wanted to took it in turns to fuck her. By the time the sun came up she'd been violated by the entire guest-list before being left curled up in a corner, a frothy concoction of blood and semen seeping from her battered crotch.
This sort of thing was not, you must understand, entirely out of the ordinary in the world Adam and I inhabited. When I first met Alison in person it was a Sunday evening in late September, the year of our graduation. I was eighteen and heading for Oxford. In those days I'd spend most evenings hanging out in the village cemetery, reading and getting high among the gravestones. Adam would join me as night fell, often accompanied by a small cabal of rakes who used the churchyard as a meeting place to drink, take drugs and fuck each other. It was here that I first had the pleasure of violating Alison.
