Dawn twisted her face away from Jimmie's mashing lips and out-thrust tongue. He was attacking her, smothering her, and she disliked it intensely. She was in turmoil! He said he loved her, but he was trying to take her against her will - that was rape! She pushed her hands up against his hard chest and shoved him back hard. His back hit the steering wheel with a smack and he cried out in pain.
"Hey! That hurt!"
"Good! You are hurting me and I do not like it. I want to go home. Take me home now!"
She was really angry and he could see this clearly.
"Slut!" he muttered, as she pulled back close to the car door on her side. Huh! That stung, she thought, look who is being the bastard! She had not encouraged him as far as she knew. Yes, she was knock down gorgeous. She was the prettiest cheerleader on the team and her body was classic. Dawn, at eighteen and a senior in high school, was very mature, physically, for her age. Her face was beautiful, with large, well spaced, green eyes, soft, full lips, flawless white teeth and high cheek bones. Her lustrous auburn hair was naturally wavy and flowed with full body down below her shoulders, framing her long alabaster neck classically. Her rosy skin was flawless.
Her figure was "something to drool over", she had heard Jimmie say to his best friend, Sean. Naturally, her constant physical exercise as a cheerleader and a forward on the girl's varsity basketball team not only kept her in great shape, but also had tended to mold her body's development over the past few critical growth years. There were certain "swells" to her figure - the swell which thrust up from her chest to her breasts, firm round globes the size of grapefruits cut in half , with pointy soft-pink nipples, placed high on her pectorals. The swell of her narrow waist flaring out to beautifully proportioned graceful hips, then tapering down the tops of her thighs to gorgeous, long, well toned legs.
Yes, she knew she was very attractive to the boys, but she wasn't sure she was attracted to them. While she had developed wonderfully physically, her studies and after-school activities had tended to shield her social/sexual development with the opposite sex. Sure, she always went to the big parties and dances - she was popular and was always asked. But she didn't originate any of these activities.
It made no difference to Dawn that Jimmie was the quarterback on the football team, six foot three and really, quite handsome, with a beautifully toned body. His physical attributes really meant nothing special to her. She realized, as he drove her home, speeding and then thrusting hard on the brakes as they came to stop signs and red lights, that she had made a mistake agreeing to go out with him. He said they would just "hang out", but he did not take her any place where any of their mutual friends were, but immediately drove out of town to the local lover's lane.
Parking and turning off the car lights, he reached over to her roughly and tried to stick his tongue in her mouth. She was outraged and hurt. This was their first date and he was trying to rape her! Then, she got really mad.
When they got to her house, she opened the car door before he could say anything, and got out. She turned back and spat at him, "You think you can just do anything you want and that all the girls are just lusting for you to get in their pants. Well, you are dead wrong, Jimmie Fredericks. This is one girl who could care less about you and your phony popularity. Buzz off and don't ever ask me out again, until you publicly apologize!"
She stormed up to her front door. As she got nearer the front door of her house, her anger began to fade to sadness and then deeper to grief. By the time she opened the door, tears were rolling down her cheeks and she could barely see where she was going.
Dawn Lawson lived alone with her mother, Katie, in a modest two bedroom, one bath house, in an older part of town. Katie was eighteen herself when she had given birth to Dawn. The father was another student in her high school class, from a more well-to-do family. Unfortunately, he was very like Jimmie Fredericks and took no responsibility for what he had done. He went on to university out-of-town and his parents moved away before he graduated. Katie never saw him again. Her parents had supported her and encouraged her to complete her pregnancy. They were loving people and understanding of what had happened to their daughter. They helped Katie raise Dawn until Katie graduated and managed to find a good job, enabling her to support herself and her child. She moved away with her baby so that her parents would not have to be continually reminded of the situation. She also did not want Dawn to have to grow up in a community where everyone knew she was a "bastard." Still, Katie stayed in close communication with her parents and they did come on annual visits, which diminished in length over the years.
Katie named her baby "Dawn," because, to Katie, her baby represented a new day, a new beginning and she anticipated, a very happy one. And so far, that had proved to be true.
Being a single mom had been a joyous experience for Katie. Struggling to make things go right, she had no time for anything but work and Dawn, but she reveled in it, especially the "Dawn" part. As Dawn grew, Katie's involvement with her grew - Katie became a "soccer mom" and loved it. She joined the local fitness club and tried to keep in such shape that Dawn could honestly feel good about how her mom looked. Katie was succeeding, too, because Dawn often commented about her "buff mom," smiling with affection as she said it.
As Dawn was very active in after-school activities, and was an excellent student, Katie felt a strong sense of pride in her daughter. She was totally devoted to her. As a result, she was extremely sensitive to Dawn's every emotion.
Dawn pushed open the front door and stumbled into their home, sobbing.
Katie, hearing the front door open from the living room where she had been reading a novel, jumped up and rushed to the entryway. She could sense immediately that Dawn was crying and reached out to her to hug her firmly to her.
"Oh, honey! What is wrong?"
"Boys!" Dawn sobbed, "They only want me for one thing!"
"Did he do anything to you? Did he hurt you?
"Mom, I would not let him, but he tried. He did not even want to talk. All he wanted to do was have sex. What am I? Some sort of toy or object?"