“You just as well quiet down and enjoy this,” hissed Troy. “No one can hear you, and besides, you’re going to like this.”
By now, I realized that Troy was way too strong for me to manage. In addition, he was getting rougher, even slapping me so hard that my head rang for a few seconds until I promised to stop screaming. I could feel him working his own swimming trunks off, and in a moment he too was totally naked. I had never seen a naked boy, but generally knew what to expect. His erect penis was bigger than I thought it would be, and the sight of it caused my fear to escalate. Nevertheless, it was apparent that I was going to be raped and I could do little about it.
I decided not to get myself hurt any more than necessary. I continued to protest and tried to reason with him.
“Please, Troy, I’m a virgin and don’t want to do it this way,” I pleaded.
He seemed rather unconcerned with my statement.
“You’re really going to like this, I love teaching virgins how to do it, and once I show you how great it feels, you’ll beg me to do it again!”
He grabbed a jar of Vaseline and smeared some on his purple-headed penis. With that, he kissed me hard and roughly shoved me back on the bed and fell on top of me. He forced my legs open and got between them, moving forward. I knew I couldn’t stop him, so began whimpering.
“Please be careful, I don’t know what to do, please be careful, don’t hurt me!”
Troy didn’t hesitate, he just put his arms under my knees, and then he shoved my legs up so that he had total control of me. An instant later, I felt his penis against my virgin lips. I tried to squeeze my legs together to keep him out, but he shoved forward. His movement was rough and decisive. He slipped in just a little then pulled back.
“OK Baby, get ready to go to heaven, here it comes!”
I tried to pull back, but he just shoved in hard and fast. I felt a searing pain as he ripped through my virginity, but he didn’t hesitate. He just slammed in and out of me, heedless of my cries and screams of pain and frustration. He pounded into me for about ten or fifteen seconds then groaned and shoved it in as far as he could. After shuddering and convulsing a few times, he fell on top of me. I felt as if I were smothering under his weight, and after a minute or two I tried to push him off.
“Wasn’t that great! I told you that you were going to love it, wait until we do it again.”
I was too scared and in too much pain to move, so lay there as quiet as possible. After a few minutes, I sensed that he had gone to sleep. As quietly as possible, I slipped out of bed, grabbed my swimsuit and eased out of the cabin. I ran to the river, diving in trying to wash myself off. I struggled into my suit then began swimming with the current as hard as I could. Sometime later, I came to the little park and hurried home. When I came in Roxy glanced up and immediately realized something was wrong.
“What happened to you?” she asked with alarm.
By now I was sobbing hysterically. She took me in her arms, holding me until I could talk. I told her briefly what had happened, and who it was. Roxy’s face fell.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Well, it’s not the first time he has done that kind of thing, but no one can seem to do anything about it. His uncle is the county prosecutor, and his dad is a prominent contractor and a member of the school board. Between them, they have managed to thwart any prosecution of the little bastard.
“What can I do?” I asked incredulously, “I can’t just let him get away with this!”
“First things first,” said Roxy. “First, let me check you over and see how badly you are hurt. Another thing, we need to be sure you don’t get pregnant with that bastard’s kid.”
She sent me in to shower, saying no need to go the hospital and be submitted to the humiliation of the police investigation when it wouldn’t get anywhere. As I was showering, Roxy prepared to do a pelvic exam.
“Well, I’m pretty sure you will not get pregnant, and other than being sore for a few days, you are not physically injured.”
After I got dressed, Roxy talked to me all during the evening chores, emphasizing that I had done nothing wrong and I shouldn’t blame myself for what happened. I nodded, thinking about some TV programs I had seen about rape victims. It seemed to me that they spent more time being bitter than they did with getting on with life. Certainly I had lost my virginity, but over half my friends had already done it with someone they never intended to marry, so it wasn’t as big a deal as it would have been twenty five years ago. Still, I wanted to get even with Troy for what he did. I had always dreamed of the first time, and had thought it would be with someone I loved, even if it were just a high school romance. After a day or two, Roxy said she thought I was going to be OK.
“I got a plan,” I told her.
Roxy raised an eyebrow and told me to go on. I explained how he said I was going to love it and how I would beg for it later. Roxy sat in silence, staring at me as I laid out a plan.
“You know, I think this could really work,” she mused. “What you say we REALLY put it to him!”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked.
Roxy showed me a newspaper clipping about the opening football game of the season. Coaches of two state schools were going to be there, along with a coach from another prestigious university. We planned for several days, before putting the plan into action. I moved my things back home at the end of the summer and enrolled in school. The week before I left, I went to the park every day until Troy and his group came by. I motioned for him to come over.
“You know, you were right, I want to do it again, but I don’t want anyone to know we’re going to do it,” I whispered suggestively.
“Hey, baby, what did I tell you, once a girls has been done by Troy they can’t wait to have it again!” he grinned.
“OK, hey look, I got to go home now, but why don’t I come back and watch your first game of the season. We could meet at the cabin right after school on Friday night. That will really give you a good reason to do your very best for the big game,” I told him excitedly.
“It’s a date, baby, you’re going to like it even better this time”.
The Friday of Troy’s first game, I skipped school and came to see Roxy. Together we put everything I needed into a duffel bag. Roxy drove me to the gate leading to the cabin. I walked to the cabin and went in. In a few moments, I had prepared the little surprise we had organized for Troy. He arrived about ten minutes later and immediately grabbed for me.
“Not so fast, last time I didn’t have time to get ready and I want to really enjoy it this time,” I said as I twisted out of his grasp.
“What’s to get ready?” said Troy with a leer, “I’m ready,” he grunted, gesturing to his bulging pants.
I tossed him a bottle of beer as I popped the top of another bottle for myself. I watched carefully to see if he would notice that the bottle had been opened and re-sealed. In an instant, he had opened the cap and took a huge swig.
“OK, get ready,” he said as he pulled his belt open.