Chapter 5
Laura was in good spirits as she drove to the train station to her niece Michele. It would be good to have someone else around the house for a couple of months. Anything at all to take the loneliness of Alex's absence away.
She had always gotten along with Michelle really well. She was more like a sister than a niece to her. Michelle was a very mature young lady for a girl of 16. Both mentally and physically. But she was a good kid. She didn't use drugs, hang around with a bad crowd or do anything else that 16 year old girls shouldn't do.
Laura was relieved that Michelle had such a high set of morals. She was just a pretty girl, a sexy girl in a very natural, innocent way, that was going to have to learn to deal with men at a very early age. Laura hoped that it would be a long time before Michelle had to confront the problems that a woman does.
Laura had had pretty much the same background as Michelle. Both had been devoted to their fathers, both were raised in a strict religious environment, both attended private girls-only parochial schools, and both were extraordinary beautiful.
Laura hoped that some of her experience would be helping Michelle in avoiding some of the problems that she had faced.
She remembered back when she was 16. Her family had sent her to spend the summer with her grandmother in Sacramento, California. The thought of spending the entire summer in California was young
Laura's idea of heaven.
She remembered the hot days in the Sacramento Valley, the way it would cook all day long and then become so delicious in the early evening. Laura didn't have much to do during the days but sit out in her grandmother's big backyard and work on her suntan. Since she was not out on the beach with a lot of people around, Laura wore a much skimpier swim-suit than she would have dared wear elsewhere. She was very abundantly endowed for a girl of 16; in fact, her body was completely developed at that young age. She had naturally light skin, but it was soon tanned a deep, nutty brown that contrasted delightfully with her blonde hair. Her limbs were long and sleek, her breasts soft and over-flowing-she was a beautiful woman at the very peak of her physical attractiveness.
Laura did a lot of reading as she sat out in that backyard, mostly gushy gothic romances, where at the end of the book the heroine would receive a chaste kiss from the man she loved. And nothing more. Laura didn't even like to think that there was "something more", Oh, she was aware of sex and knew what it was and everything-her mother had taken great pains to explain all about it to her, but she never thought of sex as something that she herself might be involved with. In that sense, she still thought of herself as nothing but a child.
For Laura, sex was something that would be saved for when she was much older, something that would be saved for her husband. But romance, chaste and simple 16-year-old romance was something that she thought about all the time. And the more she read those silly little books in her grandmother's back yard, the more she thought about it.
David Crowe lived three doors down from Laura's grandmother. He was 18 years old and everything Laura thought a man could possibly be. He had just graduated from Delancey High School and was going to the University of California the next year and had been a star player on the high school basketball team. David also had the responsibility of taking care of Laura's grandmother's yard. He came over once a week and spent the whole day working in the yard. He cut the lawn, trimmed the bushes, pulled the weeds, and did the watering.
At first when he came over, Laura would go inside the house until he left. She wasn't terribly comfortable around boys, and, wearing that skimpy swim-suit, she was especially shy. Often, she would find herself looking out from behind a curtain, watching David work. He was tall and as sun tanned as she was. But he was strong. She watched in fascination as his thick young muscles moved beneath the taut skin on his back and thighs. She thought he was extraordinarily handsome.
As the summer progressed, she became more and more comfortable around him and actually couldn't wait until the next time he came over. She never ran inside the house anymore and even quit blushing when she felt his eyes were roaming up and down her body. They became great friends and Laura followed him all around the yard as he did his work, talking to him. After a while he even started dropping by on days that he didn't have any work to do, just to talk with her.
Laura was falling in love and she knew it. It was just like in the books she read. She thought about David constantly. Thought about him as she lay in bed at night, thought about him as she got up in the morning. She became obsessed with young David Crowe and the idea of David Crowe. She wrote love poems and letters to him every day that she hid between the pages of her diary. She would have died if anybody had ever seen them.
Laura's grandmother was a very busy old bird. She had a million friends and million different things to do-as a result she was very rarely at home during the daytime. If she wasn't at bridge club, then she was at the garden club, or having lunch with the "girls". In any event, most afternoons Laura was all by herself and it didn't take David too long to catch onto this.
One afternoon they were sitting and talking on the towel that Laura had spread on the big backyard lawn. Laura had become increasingly bold in her innocent little flirtations and liked to see the reactions they had on David. She reached down and started spreading more suntan oil on her shiny, sleek body. She acted like she couldn't quite get it on her back.
She looked at David in her most innocent manner, though inside her heart was pounding, and said, "Could you please do my back?"
He grinned from ear to ear and said, "Lie down."
Laura lay down on her stomach, spreading her long blonde hair to the sides and off her back. She closed her eyes as she felt David's hands rub the oil into her soft skin. The feeling that his hands gave her as they rubbed up and down her back was exquisite. No boy had ever touched her before-she had never even held hands with a boy before. But now-this. She started something, just what it was, she wasn't quite sure. But she knew that she wanted a boyfriend and she wanted to let David know that it was him that she wanted. But that's all that she wanted. A boyfriend. Nothing more. The thought of having a lover never entered into her mind. Her mind was truly pure and thoughts like that simply had no resting place.
The same could not be said of David Crowe. The second he laid eyes upon Laura he knew that he wanted to fuck her. He knew that he wanted to strip that tiny bathing suit off that little body and just give her his cock. He couldn't believe his luck when she came to stay for the summer. But the first time that he saw her, he knew exactly what he wanted. He just didn't know how to go about getting it.
She seemed really different from the California girls that he knew. Maybe, back in Missouri, they were all like Laura. He didn't really know. She was shy, he could tell that much, and none of the girls he knew were that way. Being good looking and star of the basketball team meant that he could have just about any girl in school that he wanted and he had wanted more than just a few. He loved fucking and he loved fucking young girls and he knew that he wanted to fuck Laura. He wanted to fuck her silly.
The problem was that he didn't quite know how to go about doing it. She seemed so sweet and innocent that he thought he would just bide his time and see what developed. When Laura lay face down on that towel and asked him to rub the oil into her back, he knew that waiting had been the right thing to do.
He spread the oil onto his hands and then, for the first time, touched Laura's back. He felt his cock begin to rise in his cut-off jeans as he ran his hands up and down her back. He started right where her tiny suit covered the top of her taut little ass, followed the curve of her spine up and over the little string of a strap that held her top on and then up and around her neck and the muscles of her shoulders. She was so young, so firm, so perfect.
He ran his hands down her back, sliding on the oil as he worked it into her skin-and when he reached the bottom he wanted to keep going, wanted to run his hands over the twin mounds of her ass, run his hands down her sleek, firm thighs and then back up again, dipping between her legs for a quick, not too lewd, rub of her cunt. But he knew better and just kept rubbing her back, rubbing it until all the oil was well worked in and her skin was smooth and silky.
He leaned down then and kissed her gently on the back of her neck. He was so excited that his cock literally wanted to burst from his pants, so excited that he could hardly stop himself from shaking. He wasn't like this with other girls, they hadn't ever affected him like this. Was it because she was so pretty? Was it because she seemed so innocent and young? Was it because he wasn't sure just how far she would go.
She didn't react when he kissed her on the back of her neck, but Laura's heart was pounding in her chest. She knew that it was wrong to let a boy kiss her like this, but she also knew that she wanted him to do this. Wanted him to do it real bad. But thought that she loved him. Didn't that make it a little less wrong?
He kissed her again and then placed a hand on her bare shoulder to turn her over. She willingly moved with the pressure from his hand and turned to face him. As he bent to kiss her, it seemed like an eternity before their lips met-everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, like it was in a dream. She felt like she had about as much control over the situation as you would in a dream, too.
His lips met hers and his tongue pushed its way into her mouth. She was surprised that it tasted so good, so warm. She felt her whole body respond to his kiss, to his touch. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Is this what the nuns in school had always warned her about? She didn't care-it felt so good, so right. She felt the warmth of his wet kiss flow from her lips down deep within her, felt it flow into her womanly breast and its now-hard nipples, felt it flow even farther down to her private area which kept getting hotter and hotter, throbbing with pleasure. She could feel it getting moist, warm, wet and squishy. It felt so good, god it felt so good. And so scary. She didn't know what was going to happen, didn't know if she could keep her good common sense about her, didn't know just what it was that David wanted. She would have been happy just to sit there kissing him, forever.
But David's needs were a little different. Kissing Laura had excited him just as much as it did her. He couldn't help but moan a little as he slid his tongue deep into her hot mouth. He could tell right away that she'd never been kissed before, but he could also tell that she was a natural at it, that she had a very sensuous nature. He wanted to unravel the bud that was her flower. He wanted to taste that sweet juice, he wanted to be the first into this perfect virgin's body. They were now lying side-by-side, stretched out upon the beach towel, his hands roaming up and down the sides of the body, touching the smooth skin, leaving trails of pleasure wherever they passed. He wanted to touch her everywhere, wanted to slide his hand underneath her swim-suit top and cup her breasts. He wanted to slide his hands beneath the elastic of her swimsuit bottom and be the first to touch her young pussy. But he knew that he had to be patient, that if he went too fast he would end up with nothing.
So he was careful. He didn't let his hands slide where they shouldn't be too soon. He just kept running them up and down her back, around the sides of her bare shoulders and down her thighs. Each time he widened the area where he rubbed, so that as he slid up and down her legs his fingers would brush across the cheeks of her ass and as he went up the side of her chest his fingers would brush against the side of her breasts. He hoped he didn't have to wait too long, didn't have to be too patient-his balls felt like they were ready to explode.
He started grinding his hips into hers and was encouraged when she didn't seem to mind, when she didn't stop him. All of a sudden, he gently rolled over on top of her and looked deeply at her. They were silent for a moment, just looking in each other's eyes and then he said it.
"Laura, I love you."
He didn't give her a chance to respond, didn't give her time to answer. He pressed his mouth down upon hers and her mouth opened to receive his tongue. He slid a hand down to spread her legs underneath him and she didn't stop him from doing that either. It was okay, she thought. He loved her! He loved her! And she thought she loved him too. And if he loved her, really loved her, then she could trust him. She knew in her heart that she could trust him. For a second, when he reached down to spread her legs so that he could lie in between them, for a second she felt like stopping him, like saying no. It seemed wrong, dangerous. But then, she thought, they were both wearing their swimsuits and she could trust him. So it was okay.
At first, after having spread her legs and sliding down between them so that his rock hard cock was pressed up against her virgin pussy, he did nothing. He just concentrated upon the kissing and rubbing the sides and back. He wanted her to get used to it before he tried anything else.
Finally, he started moving in slow circles, with just a little bit of pressure on her pussy. When she didn't stop him, he pressed down harder and at the same time increasing the intensity of his kisses.
His cock was right in the vee of her cunt and it was only the thin material of her bikini bottom and his cutoff pants that separated the two of them. He could tell it was having some effect, that she was getting turned on. Their kisses were becoming more and more impassioned and then she started grinding her hips up to meet his, humping up as he humped down. Their heavy breathing had achieved a mutual rhythm and they both glistened with sweat and neither one of them cared.
The time was right and he knew it. He started grinding into her pelvis hotter and faster and in one swift movement, as if carried away with passion and not thinking about what he was doing, he slid his hand under her top, pushing it up over her breast and then moving his mouth to her nipple at the same time.
Laura's hand went immediately to his head. She was shocked, she couldn't believe this was happening, things were out of control. But it felt good, it felt good-yet she knew it was wrong, it had to be wrong. She half-heartedly tried to push his head away, but it wouldn't budge. He was sucking, biting, and lapping her right breast while his left hand was kneading her other like it was a fresh loaf of bread. Her hand stopped pushing his head away and just held it, held it tight while he sucked and licked her nipples, driving her crazy.
He knew he had her just where he wanted her. All her common sense was gone; she was temporarily transformed into a bitch in heat. And only 16 years old. He was afraid that he might come in his own pants before he had a chance to shove it up inside of her, before he had a chance to see how hot, juicy and tight her young pussy was. The important thing was not to give her a second rest, not give a chance to collect her wits and realize just what was happening. He had to keep the ball rolling, had to keep her passion building.
Without letting her know what he was doing, he ran his hand down the length of her bottom and then back up again. He did it once more, but this time, he unbuttoned the top of his cut-offs. The next time he was able to pull his zipper down, freeing his hard-on. He kept sucking and rubbing her breasts, grinding his cock into her swimsuit bottom-he could feel how hot and wet it was, he could feel the juices flowing out her virgin hole and soaking the front of her swimsuit. He knew she was ready-at least he knew her body was ready. He would go from breast to breast, licking, kissing, and sucking and then up to her mouth, which always eagerly opened to accept his probing tongue. His cock was out and hard and he thought that she wasn't even aware that it wasn't safely tucked away inside his shorts. The element of surprise was crucial.
With his left hand he reached down to pull the front of her bikini bottom to the side to allow his cock to enter without having to take it off. To divert her mind from what he was doing, at the same time, he whispered, "Do you love me? Tell me you love me.. . . "
She broke her hungry mouth away from his long enough to answer, "Yes, yes, David. I love you. I do. . . . "
At that instant he slid his cock into her hot, surprised, virgin pussy. She yelped with pain, not really aware immediately of just what had happened. Then it became clear to her. The pain was between her legs, something was inside (INSIDE!) of her and since both his hands were on her breasts it must be . . . Oh, God!! No!! Please, please, I'm not ready for that. I'm not ready. I'm too young, I'm just a child. Oh God, Oh, Jesus.. . . "
She tried to push him off, but he wouldn't budge. "Please, David, no, no, no! Don't do it to me, please!! ! Please, take it out; please take it out. It hurts, David, it hurts real bad."
David wasn't really hearing anything she was saying. He was lost in his own little world and his thoughts were with his cock and her tight, tight, little pussy. He couldn't believe how tight it was-it was almost as if he were splitting her in two as he slid the length of his rod into her. God, it felt so good . . . He felt her trying to push him off but he didn't care-he was where he wanted to be and wasn't about to leave.
Her legs were spread wide as they lay out in the open on the beach towel in the back yard. The top of her swim suit was pushed up around her neck and he felt his swollen cock sliding in further until he hit an obstacle. A cherry! A goddamn cherry! He was 18 years old and had fucked a lot of girls but this was his first cherry. He wanted it.
Laura felt the tip of his cock push up against her hymen and realized that in just a second she would no longer be a virgin, that in just a second she would no longer have something to offer her husband on their wedding night, that in just a moment she would go from being a nice girl to nothing better than a cheap whore.
She fought harder, trying to push him off, trying to get him out of her. It did no good, he was just too strong. She was crying from fear and pain and she felt him push harder, felt the tissue of her hymen, deep within her young vagina, begin to stretch. It hurt, it hurt so bad!
"Please, David!! Please, don't do it, let me stay a virgin, please. David, it hurts so bad I think I'm going to scream!" she whispered urgently.
David clamped a hand tightly over her mouth and with a powerful, rending surge, shoved his meat all the way in to the hilt. Laura felt her cherry stretch and then shred as he violently split her pussy in two. She screamed and screamed, but with his hand tight over her mouth, no one could hear.
She gave up fighting and just lay there limply as he began to slide his cock in and out of her burning, pain-wracked cunt. She felt a small trickle of blood run down her thigh and onto the towel.
When he came, his whole body jerked once or twice and then he was through. He seemed embarrassed, ashamed of what he'd done. He didn't want to talk to her, didn't seem to want anything to do with her. He kissed her lightly on the cheek and then got up and left. Laura never thought that as she watched his muscled back disappear around the corner of the house that it would be the last time she ever saw David Crowe. He never came around again.
So these were the thoughts that filled Laura's head as she waited for young Michelle's train to come in. Michelle was a lot like the way Laura had been and she hoped, that through her wisdom and experience, she could help her avoid some of the pitfalls that young girls have to face.
The train was almost due. Laura grabbed her purse and left the car to go to the platform. The purse was something that Laura never left behind, anywhere. Within it was her .38 special. Department policy required that officers always be in possession of their weapons, whether on duty or not.
As the train pulled in, Laura scanned the windows as they flew past, trying to get a glimpse of Michelle. She didn't see her until she was coming off the train and then she hardly recognized her at all. In one short year she had gone from being a very pretty young girl to a stunningly sexy young woman. Not that she dressed in a sexy or provocative manner, but she was built like a brick shit house and couldn't help but exude a very sexy manner. Men's heads turned like they were on pivots when she walked past. Laura realized then and there that she was going to have her hands full.
When Michelle saw Laura she squealed with delight and ran up and gave her a big hug. Laura smiled. She may look like a sexy woman, but she was still just a child.
"Aunt Laura! I'm so glad to see you. I just know I'm going to have so much fun!" cried Michelle.
Laura laughed. "Forget the Aunt Laura stuff. Just call me Laura."
All the way back to Laura's house they talked and talked and never stopped. Michelle chattered on about high school and the classes she was taking and the teachers she had and what a good year the football team had had.
"Well, what about your social life?" Laura asked. "Do you have a boyfriend yet?"
Michelle wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Oh, I've been out on a few dates, but not with anyone I've really liked. The boys in school just seem like little kids, I mean they're so childish. And they want to get.. . . " she paused, looking for the right word to say, "well, you know, I mean, they want to get so . . . physical, if you know what I mean."
Laura laughed affectionately. "I know exactly what you mean. They can be a real pain. I remember I certainly had a lot of problems with them when I was your age. I'm sure we're going to have a lot of good talks on that subject-especially since I see you've developed quite a bit in the last year."
Michelle blushed. "I know . . . I think it's just so horrible, I don't know really what happened. I mean, I know what I look like on the outside, but that's not the way I feel on the inside, if you know what I mean. I guess I still feel like a little girl . . . and everyone, I mean the guys, mainly, think that because I look like a grown up woman I should act like one. I mean that's just not me."
Michelle looked down at her breasts. "I just wish thees things hadn't gotten so big . . . all the time I see guys just looking at them. I think it's so gross!"
Laura reached over and patted her on the back of the neck. "You know, I had the same problem when I was your age. In fact you look a lot like I did when I was 16."
"But you never had any problems, Aunt Laura!"
The image of David Crowe passed through Laura's mind as she swung the car into the driveway of her house.