"Lookin' good, Rachel," Jeff called out as she walked by. His wolf whistle followed her into the kitchen, where she had gone for a drink.
Fighting off a girlish giggle, she opened the refrigerator and retrieved a can of Coke, hearing Simon's voice back in the living room. "Cut it out, man. Jesus." His tone was chock full of the derision and disgust one might expect from an older brother when forced to confront the fact that his baby sister had filled out enough to start getting noticed by his friends.
Simon was twenty, and in his junior year at Miami State. He and several of his college friends had taken a road trip home to visit over the holiday weekend, and Rachel had been a big hit with all of them.
The teenager bit her lip, smiling as she poured the Coke and watched the bubbles race up the sides of the transparent glass. It was mildly embarrassing, the way they all kept ogling her every time she walked by, but she had to admit that all of the attention from her brother's cute friends was exciting. Having turned fifteen only four short months ago, boys had only recently begun to look upon her with interest. Of course, they were only looking at her body, which had mysteriously sprouted C-cup-sized breasts seemingly overnight, complete with wider hips and soft curves, but it made her feel special to know that boys five and six years older than her thought she was attractive.
And there was one in particular that had caught Rachel's eye. Perhaps an inch or two shy of six feet tall, he had sandy brown hair and blue eyes, with a sinewy build. She didn't know his name yet, but had spoken with him briefly twice, since her brother's arrival home. He seemed really nice.
And so it was that when the very boy entered the kitchen and saw her standing there thinking about him, Rachel blushed.
The boy paused, then smiled at her. "Hey. Rachel, right?"
Rachel nodded, cursing the heat that she felt inflaming her face. "Yeah." She bit her lip. "Ah"
"Brad," he replied easily. "It must be hard keeping us all straight."
The teenager smiled in relief that he didn't seem to think she was stupid, or childish. "No, I know who you are. Simon's told us about you. You live in the dorm, right?"
"Yeah," he confirmed. "Senior year, thank God."
"Oh," Rachel said. That meant he was one of the older boys of the group, probably twenty one. She was flattered that he was speaking to her at all. "What are you taking?"
Brad grimaced. "Accounting. Boring, I know, but it's where the money is."
"Oh, I don't think anything about college could be boring!" Rachel exclaimed. "Simon talks about the dorm parties all the time."
"Well, yeah," Brad conceded, laughing, "there are definitely good times to be had by all; that's for sure." He paused as they shared a smile, and then something about his expression changed imperceptibly, evaluating her. "Hey, you know you're really easy to talk to."
"I mean it," he said at her blush, stepping closer and touching her bare arm. "You act older than you are. More mature."
And the flattery kept on coming. Rachel kept her mouth shut, afraid to speak and spoil the image he had of her. But she smiled her best smile, and his gaze shifted down to her lips, pausing there in a charged moment. "Say," he finally said, "what are you doing later?"
"Doing?"
"Yeah, do you have plans?" Brad wanted to know.
"Oh," Rachel said, anxiously twirling a lock of her hair. Was he trying to find out if she were seeing anyone? Could he possibly be interested in her? "No," she said, heart tripping hopefully. "I'm wide open."
A sudden, indefinable gleam came to Brad's eyes. Rachel wasn't sure what it meant, but suddenly she felt a little like a pinned butterfly separated by a thin pane of glass from the scrutinizing eye of her captor.
"D'you think you might wanna go out later?" Brad asked.
Rachel's gaze lowered. "Oh, I'm sure Simon won't let me hang out with you guys." She had heard the group of friends leave by the front door just a moment ago, and now cars were starting up in the driveway.
"No," Brad said, stepping even closer. "I mean just us."
"Really?" Rachel blurted, then instantly hid behind her hands, mortified at the immature excitement in her response.
Brad chuckled, stepping forward to take her hands in his own, pulling them away from her face. "Yeah, really. But why don't we keep this to ourselves, for now? I don't think Simon would love the idea as much as you seem to."
Rachel laughed, finding it hard to be embarrassed when he was so obviously laughing with her. "Okay. What do you want to do?"
He didn't step back. "How about a movie? Simon tells me there's a drive-in not far from here."
"Great," Rachel said, backing away and toward the kitchen door in an attempt to reclaim some dignity. "I'llgo get ready."
"Okay," Brad said. "I'll be waiting."
He stood by the counter listening to her quick sound of her footsteps going up the stairs. He could tell she was trying to be quiet so that she didn't wake her mother, who had just gone to bed.
A moment later the front door slammed and Simon ducked his head into the kitchen. "Yo, man, let's go. Jake's meeting us at the bar."
Brad had lost the hint of a leer when warned of his friend's entry to the house by the sound of the door. "Actually, I'm not feeling so hot. I think I might just turn in."
"Turn in?" Simon repeated incredulously. "It's not even ten!"
"Yeah, I know, man, but I'm really not up for it tonight."
Simon shook his head. "All right, but you're gonna miss all the action. Jake said some of his sister's friends are gonna be there. Don't cry to me tomorrow because you didn't get any tonight!"
As he watched his friend leave, the smirk returned to his lips. "Don't worry, bro, I won't."
Brad had sprung for the movie - and the hot dogs, and the beers that she'd caved in and drunk to avoid appearing childish in his eyes - and when it let out it was after midnight. When Brad suggested that she show him around the town, however, Rachel had been a little reluctant. They'd already stayed out past her curfew, and she'd been drinking. If her mom found out she would be grounded for a month. Additionally, she was feeling a little woozy from the beers...a little lethargic and not quite all there, and what she wanted more than anything was to go home and crawl into her nice, warm bed. But Brad had been so nice that she felt obligated to at least show him around; it wouldn't take long.
She directed him down Main Street, past the closed and darkened shops, past the Wal-Mart and the bars that were in full-swing at this time of night. The town was small, and before long they found themselves on the other side of it, on a lonely strip of cement separated by fields.
"Wow," Brad said, impressed by the amount of space around them. "This town is sort of isolated, huh? I slept in the car on the way up here, and didn't realize how out in the middle of nowhere it is."
"Yep," Rachel agreed, fighting back a yawn, "right smack."
Brad noticed a dirt road off to their left, solitary and unmarked. "Where's this go?"
"It goes up; there's an overlook over the town."
When the young man turned down the road, Rachel frowned. "I really should be getting home."
"Aww, come on. Just a few minutes? I didn't go out with Simon and the guys, hoping to spend some time with you."
Pleased, blushing again, Rachel smiled down at her hands clasped in her lap. "All right."
Brad smirked to himself and followed the dusty trail to the top, swerving the car so that its headlights shone out over the town, fading into the distance. He threw the Chevelle into park and turned off the ignition, and they both sat for a moment as the silence crept in.
"Wow," Brad said. "We're really cut off from everything out here."
Suddenly very aware of that - and the fact that no one knew where they were - Rachel cleared her throat. "Why'd you turn the car off?"
Brad smiled charmingly at her, taking his hands off the wheel and slinging one arm along the seatback. "I just thought we could sit for a minute and look at the town. No point in wasting the gas."
Rachel nodded, regretting the action when her vision blurred and her head swam. Man, those beers were catching up to her. She reached a hand out to rest against the dash, taking deep breaths.
"Are you okay?" Brad asked in a concerned voice, shifting closer to put his right arm around her shoulders. He brought his left hand to rest on her knee, just below the hemline of her skirt. "You're not looking so hot."
Her skin tingled where he touched it; his proximity played havoc with her senses in an entirely different way as she caught the subtle scent of his aftershave, and his body radiated heat against her side. "Uh," she stammered, "I just..."
Her words were cut off abruptly when Brad leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.
The first, immediate reaction was the leap of a pulse in her crotch. It distracted and shocked her more than Brad's kiss did, and she pushed away with a gasp.
"Whoa, what's the problem?" Brad asked, throwing his hands up innocently. "I thought we maybe had something going, here?"
"I'm sorry," Rachel said, embarrassed again. God, what was her problem? All he'd done was kiss her; she'd been kissed before! "Really, really sorry. I just...overreacted. I'm sorry."
He smiled easily, leaning in once more. "So...it's okay if I do it again?"
When she smiled and nodded, his lips met hers again, pressing more firmly. He coaxed her mouth open with gentle, nipping kisses, and slid his tongue in.
Right here, Rachel realized, was as far as she'd ever gone before. And even that had been at school, behind the bleachers while the crowd cheered above them. She'd never been alone with a boy before, with his hands on her skin. The newness lent another degree of excitement to it all.
After a few, heady minutes, Brad pulled back and raised his hand from her leg to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes and making Rachel turn to mush. "You're so pretty," he said reverently. "Beautiful."
She smiled, her young heart full of light at the compliment. "Really?"
"Really," he assured her, fingers staying to trace over her cheek, then down her jaw line to her chin. He nudged it up, angling her for another intoxicating kiss. He made an appreciative noise as his lips and hand trailed lower, to her throat. "So beautiful," he repeated. "Simon said you're fifteen. Nobody'd think you're only fifteen. You have the body of an eighteen or nineteen year old."
Desire nibbled at her edges, the same way Brad was nibbling at the tender flesh of her neck. His lips found her pulse point and he paused to apply suction there, causing Rachel's whole body to flush hot. She exhaled a shaky breath, the sound loud and rasping in the otherwise silent car.
As he continued to feast on her neck, Brad's hand dropped lower, skimming across the surface of her skin, and further. When he gently squeezed her breast, Rachel jolted. She knew she should tell him to stop, but God, it was so exciting. He was so exciting. He thought she was beautiful, and mature, and it felt so good.
She moaned as he felt her up, hand moving over her breast. Her head fell back as an ache began to throb between her legs. The same kind of ache she felt when she lay in her bed at night, touching herself. She'd been masturbating since she was nine years old, and was no stranger to orgasms. Now, here in the night with a handsome boy who thought she was beautiful, she wondered if he would touch her there. If she should let him. If she really even wanted him to.
Still trying to decide, she was unprepared for the feeling of his fingers working into the top edge of her bra. "Brad!" she exclaimed, shocked. Wrapped up in a sensual fog, she hadn't realized that he'd liberated the top four buttons of her blouse, leaving it open so that he could reach his hand inside. Before she could even think about whether or not she should stop him, his hand was inside her bra, cupping her right breast.
Rachel gasped, not getting enough air before he kissed her again, more passionately this time. She felt dizzy...excited and nervous, and something else. Something heavy, low in the pit of her stomach. Something that felt a little like dread. She didn't understand it, but when Brad began to unhook the front clasp of her bra, she reacted instinctively and pushed him away.
"Stop," she whispered.
He paused, looking her in the eyes again. "What's wrong?"
"I just...I think maybe this is too much."
"Too much?" he repeated. "All I want to do is take this off. I'm not going to be touching anything you haven't already let me touch. What's it matter if it's under your clothes, or if the clothes are off?"
Rachel fought for clear thought, head fuzzy from his kisses and the alcohol she'd imbibed earlier. "I...I guess it doesn't."
"Relax," he urged her, "You liked it before, right? It feels good?"
Wordlessly, she nodded.
"Okay, then," Brad whispered. "Then just lean back and relax." With that he unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. Before touching them, he undid the last few buttons on her blouse and opened the sides up so that he could view her naked torso.
Rachel trembled underneath his hungry gaze, breath hitching as his stare roved over what no other boy had ever seen. If his expression was anything to go by, he definitely liked what he saw.
The nerves still clawed at her insides, but the approval in his eyes made up for it. He thinks I'm beautiful, Rachel reminded herself as he raised his hand to her again, fondling her left breast for the first time before moving back to the right. As he stroked them possessively, Rachel decided that this was okay. There was no point in getting worked up over it now that he'd already touched her, and it did feel good. Really good. Besides, she was old enough to go a little further, wasn't she? And she wanted to let him do what he wanted. He thought she was beautiful.
He kissed her again, and for awhile they did just that while his hands kneaded her breasts and his tongue probed her mouth. He made a low sound of pleasure in the back of his throat, then shifted closer to her, pressing her back until she lay flat on the seat. When she was fully reclined, he broke the kiss and shifted atop her, trailing his tongue down her throat, across her chest into the valley between her breasts.
That dangerous, dread-like feeling had grown when he pushed her down and lain on top of her, and once again she found herself uttering a weak objection. "Brad, I don't think..."
"Shh," he breathed. "I just want to make you feel good. Trust me. Just let me..."
His words cut off as he took her nipple into his mouth and worked his tongue over it. Rachel moaned as he sucked on her, pausing only to move to her other breast for the same treatment. His left arm supported the weight of his upper body, but his right hand was far from idle. It roamed the expanse of creamy skin all the way from the hollow of her throat, over the soft mounds of her bosom, to the flat plane of her abdomen above her waistband. Then lower.
Then his hand was on her knee again, massaging the satin-textured skin he found there. Rachel's breath caught again when he trailed his hand up, up the inside of her thigh. When the teenager felt Brad's fingers at the edge of her panties, she twisted her legs away from him. But there wasn't really anywhere to go. He lay mostly on the outer edge of the bench seat, partly on top of her. She was trapped both under and beside him, prevented from pulling away by the seat back. It was too much, too fast, but...Oh!
Relentlessly, Brad had worked his hand up between her legs and was now pressing it against her crotch, rubbing firmly before Rachel ever got the chance to decide whether or not she wanted to let him touch her there. Suddenly it was a moot point; he'd taken the decision away from her completely, and that dread feeling grew. This was getting out of control.
"Brad," she objected, "stop. You shouldn't...I need to go home. Please."
"Not yet," he panted, releasing her breast and kissing her again. "Come on, Rachel. You're so pretty, and you feel so good. You like it too, I can tell. You're not going to be a kid about this, are you? I thought you were more grown up than that."
Rachel looked up at him, feeling more vulnerable than she ever had in her life. It occurred to her that she barely knew this boy...didn't know him at all, really, except through her brother. But he was so much older than her, surely experienced, and she didn't want him to stop thinking she was mature. And the only way she could hide her inexperience was to not be a baby about him touching her. After all, he wasn't hurting her or anything.
"Okay," she finally said, "but we can't go any further than this."
"No problem." He grinned at her, a triumphant smile that transformed his face, and Rachel felt many of her doubts melt away. He really seemed to like her!
Impasse crossed, he lowered his head and again took her mouth, artfully thrusting his tongue inside as he settled his body more solidly atop hers. Rachel wanted to moan again at the manly feel of his weight on her, pressing her down. They still had their clothes on - well, most of them - but the position was unbearably erotic. And she was young, and turned on, and he'd already agreed to not go any further, right? So what could it hurt if she...
The young girl shifted her right leg so that it was out from under him. His body naturally interpreting her unspoken prompt, Brad settled in the space between her legs, emitting a groan of approval at the new position. A moment later she felt his hand again, down there, rubbing her through her panties. This time she didn't protest, but moaned in response and arced her hips a little. Since he was already touching her, she may as well hope that he would make her come.
Rachel had no idea how long they made out like that, with him rubbing and stroking her body all over, and her breathing getting heavier and heavier as he continued his ministrations. She was so hot, and so horny. God, she wanted...she needed...something. Him. She couldn't think straight anymore. She was pretty sure that she was drunk. She had to be, because when she felt his fingers slip around the elastic of the panties at her crotch and touch her pubic hair, she didn't stop him. The teenager opened her mouth to protest, objections in her throat ready to come out. But they just...didn't, and then he was rubbing her there with no barrier between them, a finger invading her slick heat as it slipped into her.
"Ah!" Rachel cried out, shocked into awareness of just what he was doing to her.
"Shh," he responded in her ear. He kissed and nibbled at her neck as his hand worked between her legs and she jerked helplessly under his control. "Just relax. I only wanna make you feel good, Rachel. Feel that. Doesn't that feel good?"
He punctuated his question by thrusting his finger as far up as it would go and moving it back and forth while his thumb continued to stimulate her clitoris.
Oh God, she knew this was definitely wrong, and she was scared, but it felt good, too. And how did she ask him to stop without looking stupid? How had this happened, anyway? Just a little while ago she was just a kid being innocently kissed by a boy. Now she was on her back, half naked, with her nipple hard in his mouth and his hand in her panties. What kind of girl was she, to allow this?
After a little while he removed his hand and sat up on one knee. The other was bent beneath the steering column. "I want to do something," Brad said, hands reaching for his belt.
Rachel's eyes widened disbelievingly as he unbuckled it and pulled down his zipper. "No!" she cried, trying to sit up.
"Hey, hey! Calm down!" Brad said, pressing her down again. "Not that. Look, you said you didn't want to, and I'll respect that. But we can still have fun without going all the way. There's a way we can both feel good." He pushed his jeans and boxers down over his hips, freeing his erection, and the sight of it did what nothing else had: it shocked Rachel enough to make her really want to stop.
"No, Brad," she said fearfully. "I don't care what it is, I don't want to do it. Please take me home, now."
"Aw, come on, baby. I will in a little while, I promise."
"No...now!" Rachel shouted, trying to get up again.
She opened her mouth to scream when he pushed her back and wouldn't let her up, pinning her down with his body. The college boy put a hand over her mouth, muffling her screams as he tugged at her panties until she heard them tear and rip away to be tossed in the back seat. He leaned over her, covering her petite body with his own as he maneuvered himself between her spread legs again. Then he paused, brought his face close to hers again. "Jesus, will you fucking relax for a minute? You're so goddamn twitchy. You're gonna be fine, I promise. I'm not gonna hurt you. You've already let me touch you there. I just want to touch you with another part of my body. Is that really so unreasonable?"
Terrified, confused, Rachel could only look up at him with wide, frightened eyes as he reached his free hand down to grip his erection. A moment later Rachel felt the head of it touch her, slipping past the outer lips and moving against her clitoris. Then down, down toward her entrance. She screamed under his hand again, panicked, but then relaxed when he moved his penis back up. Then down, and up. He repeated the motion, rubbing the tip of his cock against her slick pussy, always pausing only a moment at the entrance to her vagina...just long enough to worry her.
But after a few minutes of this she began to relax again and, sensing this, Brad took his hand off her mouth. Then he covered it again with his own.
Rachel lay beneath him, held open and vulnerable as he plundered her mouth, as his hand fondled her breasts, and as he rubbed the head of his erection against her moist center. His hips rocked back and forth as he moved, taking her with him. God, he was so close. Clothes had been removed, he was on top of her, between her legs, thrusting against her. One slight change, and they'd be having sex.
But as he continued to rub himself against her, Rachel actually began to enjoy herself again. He could have penetrated her anytime in the last five minutes, but he hadn't. Maybe all he really did want to do was this. And she could probably handle this. Especially since it felt...oh...really good.
"There you go," Brad said huskily as he watched her eyes widen with lust, as her hands raised to clench fists in the material of his shirt. "You like that, don't you?"
When she didn't immediately respond, Brad rubbed a little more forcefully. Sucked harder on her nipple, releasing it with a POP! "Tell me you like it," he demanded.
Rachel panted, a moan escaping her. "I like it," she whispered.
"Good girl," he said. "Me too. You feel so good, baby. Does this feel good for you?"
"Yes," the teenager whispered, as if it were a sin to admit it.
Brad closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations he was creating for them both. Rachel closed hers, too as he kissed her again, all the while rubbing, rubbing, shifting against her over and over.
Rachel found herself moving, too. Arching her hips and rocking them in time with his movements, seeking the elusive peak she felt approaching. Her breath grew shallower, faster, speeding up in time with Brad's increased movements. Appearing to sense that she was close, he watched her closely and the pressure and speed of his movements intensified.
Oblivious to his scrutiny, Rachel gripped his biceps and pistoned her hips, hitting the friction in...just...the right spot. "Oh," she gasped, "Oh, right...Brad, I...I'm gonna..."
"Come on, baby," he encouraged her, rubbing the head of his cock up and down against her quickly. "Come on. Come for me."
As he spoke, Rachel felt herself approaching the edge, drawing up as if caught in a wave, and then crashing down as her body exploded and she cried out in ecstasy, spasming beneath him.
Keenly observing the moment of her orgasm - and sublime distraction - Brad slid his cock down again. Only this time he didn't shift away; he pushed into her hot, wet opening. He groaned as it clenched around him, in the clutches of her climax.
Rachel cried out, too, in shock and protest. "No! Brad, stop! Stop! Don't! Oh...please, don't!"
But it was too late. He was already inside her. Inside her body, thrusting deeply. There was no more intrusive thing he could do to her. Rachel gasped, on the verge of tears, body still quaking from the orgasm. He was raping her. She had said no, and he was doing it anyway. She was being raped, right now. She struggled, arms belatedly coming up to push at his chest, but he simply grabbed her wrists and held them above her head as he continued to drive himself into her, plunging in and out, making her body rise and fall beneath him.
Brad ignored her repeated pleas to stop as he sucked on her tits again, then her neck, before he finally buried his face in her hair and just pumped away in her. He grunted and groaned with the effort, his cries of pleasure filling the car, which was rocking with his movements. Bizarrely, Rachel imagined it as if from the outside, the car rocking with the obvious motion of its inhabitants, alone at the overlook, completely isolated. There was no one around for miles but the one who was raping her.
She closed her eyes and tried to pretend this wasn't happening, but his free hand and his mouth were all over her, making her body feel things she didn't want to. Shame had already set in over the orgasm he'd made her have, and because there was a part of her who liked the feel of what he was doing to her now. A primal, primitive female part of her that loved the way he felt thrusting inside her. God, what was wrong with her?
At last, his pace quickened. "Oh yeah," he breathed. "Oh, baby. You feel amazing. I'm gonna...I'm gonna come inside you."
"No," the teenager whispered. "Please, don't. I don't want to get pregnant. I can't. Brad, please."
"Oh yeah, baby," he whispered harshly. "Oh yeah. Gonna come inside you. You know you want it."
"No!" she cried, and finally the tears came as he groaned in ecstasy and jerked into her, again and again and again, before finally falling on top of her. He lay there for a long time, their breaths mingling as they panted from the exertion.
When he raised himself up, he withdrew from her and slid over to his side of the seat, behind the steering wheel. Without looking at her, he pulled up his jeans and did up the zipper before re-buckling the belt.
Rachel had never felt more ashamed in her life. Never more used or exposed. She wasn't a virgin anymore, that decision had been taken away from her. She couldn't look at him as she re-fastened her bra, then the buttons on her blouse. The windows had all steamed up, and she couldn't see outside. It was as if the whole world was inside the car, and nothing else existed outside of it.
As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Brad finally looked over at her. "Nobody has to know about this," he said. "We were just having a good time. I won't tell Simon if you don't, and your parents never have to find out what we did up here."
"You said we wouldn't go all the way," Rachel said in a small voice...his lie somehow the only thing she could manage to accuse him of.
"Oh, come on," Brad said, and there was a hint of exasperation in his tone. "What did you think was going to happen? You got into a car - dressed like that - with a guy you don't even know, who's six years older than you, and you don't think he's going to want to fuck you? Please. You really must not be as grown up as I thought you were. And don't give me that look...you liked it. You were digging it the whole time, and you came. I know you did, so don't pretend you didn't like it."
Rachel's face burned. Numbly she fastened her seat belt. Brad started up the car and threw it into reverse, looking out the back window as he backed the Chevelle up. "Who are you really more upset with," Brad wanted to know as he got back on the path that would lead them to the road. "Me for fucking you, or yourself for letting me?"
~ Fin
