Fear No Evil

Chapter One-3

“Shush,” she whispered when she at last let go. She’d found a brush in her backpack and began to gently comb out my long blonde hair. One long stroke after another, her left hand first to smooth the hair, then her right with the brush carefully moving through the tangles. For a time, her face was close to my ear. I could smell the beer and hotdogs on her breath, hear the in and out of her breathing and almost feel her lips touch my skin at the side of my neck. I groaned a little, feeling disturbed and uncomfortable. “Shush…” she whispered again so soothingly that I found myself obeying.

I wasn’t used to this: not the gentle closeness of her body, or the caressing waves of her fingers touching my flesh, or the silent rapture that seemed to sweep through the room, through Lydia and Jack and me, like a pregnant beast ready to give birth. How had this happened?

I couldn’t stop her, not that I wanted to, but I had no power over my body. The beer maybe? I couldn’t tell.

“Shush,” Jack whispered, just as Lydia had whispered. He was sidling up next to me, reaching his hand out to my face. It made contact with my cheek just before his lips pulled in close on mine.

‘OH MY GOD!’ how my inner mind screamed, though my voice was silent.

The kiss began tenderly, then opened to something wild and p***y-clenching. I’d never felt anything like this before, with the possible exception of the times I m*********d in bed. But this was not the same. This was Jack at my lips and Lydia nibbling at my neck, making an awesome statement of their affection.

“Guys, you really shouldn’t…” I murmured, my body a fitful mess of desire and physical ache.

“No, Priss, we’ve waited much too long,” Jack assured me. His hand clutched my face now, his lips coming firmly down against mine and opening, prying my own apart, our tongues clashing like swords. Perhaps instinct propelled me because I’d never done anything like this in my life.

If I had thought about it at all, which I hadn’t, I would have realized that I’d been sheltered from s*x by these two, never allowed relationships with other boys to develop, because Jack and Lydia were protectively at my side nearly every waking hour. I’m not sure this was a conscious act on their part, but their control over me left me naïve about kissing and petting and f*****g. I knew that Jack had f****d Natalie Rawlings behind the gym two years before. Natalie was three years older than us and had sunk her hooks into him while he was still a dazed kid, and too horny to understand what was going on. I suppose he enjoyed his first f**k, but as soon as he realized how controlling she would be, he ‘dumped the b***h,’—his words. He might have played with a few other older girls—the older ones really loved him. But he was always vague about his s****l conquests, while at the same time, he was in-my-face about any guy that so much as looked at me. I was Jack’s girl, as far as anyone knew and no one messed with Jack.

I was Lydia’s girl too, a fact that kept most of the other girls in school a safe distance from me, as long as she was around. They could shrug her off when she wasn’t nearby, but she had a pretty forbidding presence when she was. Lydia had considered herself a lesbian since she was eleven. Boys bodies made her squeamish, she said. They made me squeamish too at eleven, but at that tender age, I couldn’t quite figure out what girls were supposed to do with each other, what made them lesbians and why. Lydia must have had that figured out.

By the time I finally adjusted to the strange goings-on in the boat house, I knew that I wanted Jack’s kiss to go on forever. All those s****l feelings that I’d been holding back for the last six months, must have been shared, at least in part. I would have been satisfied if that kiss had lasted the entire night, but Jack wasn’t satisfied with just kissing my lips, nor was Lydia satisfied with nuzzling my neck. Just as I was getting my bearings, Jack’s hand went under my tank-top and firmly grasped my left tit. At the same time, Lydia reached around from behind and grabbed my right tit.

“Jack, wha—”

“Shush,” he repeated again, as if that was all he could say.

Oh, he did give me a brief explanation for their sudden rape of my body. “I won’t be able to do this tomorrow, Priss. I won’t be here.” Like a death knell. Like the end of the earth, the cessation of time, I won’t be here, I won’t be here…I won’t be here….

I was so startled by his declaration that all my fight suddenly fled and would have been transformed into a wail of tears, if suddenly the enormous beast of my untamed sexuality hadn’t roared up between my legs.

I wanted him. I wanted Lydia.

And I got exactly what I wanted.

Lydia pulled me back and took over the kissing, with her mouth as wide and her tongue going as deep and invasively as Jack’s. Jack, meanwhile, pulled up my top and his two hands mauled my breasts. His mouth moved back and forth from one to the other, kissing and sucking and drawing more of that untapped desire from hiding, until he’d had enough of my t**s, and finally moved down and jerked my shorts off my hips. My p***y had grown so wet that its heady fragrance filled the boathouse. The copious s*x juice stained my shorts, then seemed to spill out on the mat below once Jack ripped the fabric from my thighs.

I started to throw myself into a fit of protest—this was happening way too fast—but there was Lydia’s calming voice delivering the eulogy for my maidenhood.

“You can’t wait forever…sweetie,” was about all I actually remembered her saying. But all her words were soothing enough to ensure my surrender.

In the time it took to placate me, Jack removed his shorts and t-shirt, and crawled forward, his naked body hovering over mine, his c**k hard and straight and pressing against my pubic mound. My legs parted naturally, my body giving in with no fight. Once that ‘something’ clicked in my brain, my desire rushed in and took over. I ground my p***y into Jack’s groin as he descended to me.

In a single stoke, his hard erection speared my inner valley, breaking away the slip of virgin skin.

“Sheeeeeeeeeoooowww,” I seethed for one miserable, painful moment as the flesh tore and Jack buried his c**k deep inside me.

Lydia held my hands above my head and kissed my face, taking turns with Jack’s lips—as if they were both raping me in an act of loving kindness. I lay back stunned, so much that was foreign to me was happening all at once, and I couldn’t fight, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts as they battled for control.

“Easy, baby,” Lydia cooed. Her hot breath burned my ear.

My entire crotch ached as Jack slowly moved his erection. “You’re doing fine, Priss.” His maleness infused every word and I believed him: I was doing fine.

Jack let my desire build, the two kissing and repeating sweet sentiments to woo me further. Soon, the ache between my legs began to recede, and my p***y turned wet with every slow thrust of Jack’s erection. Never had I felt myself so full. But I was turned on more than I was scared, more than I was in pain. I lifted my groin and groaned.

With each approving sign from me, Jack picked up speed until his c**k was pistoning inside me at a steady rate. He stroked my hair, his being hovering over me, as protective as ever, but demanding something from me now. Lydia withdrew so it was just Jack and me. Our eyes meeting for a time, and when that became too intense, I closed mine and he fell further into my body with his face buried in my neck.

“Oh, God!” my exclamations must have filled the air. I cried so hard that my voice was hoarse afterwards. The pounding was incessant, Jack’s body brutally punishing, and yet for a body so unused to s*x, every firm thrust shook the rafters of my understanding. I would never be a girl again. Never.

As soon as Jack’s seed was spent and he pulled out, I felt Lydia’s fingers teasing my c******s. What Jack started, she finished as she moved in with the deft maneuvers of her tongue, her nibbling teeth and the sucking action of her lips. My groin thrust up to greet her mouth, as my hands reached down to clutch her hair, and I held on while writhing uncontrollably with the crescendoing orgasm tearing through my belly.

I never knew how to thank them. I didn’t have the words; maybe because it would take several months before I finally accepted what had happened to me, to us, the night before they left me.

Once the deed was done, we repaired on our own, as we got dressed and climbed back inside the protective shells of familiar behavior.

We drank a beer. Lydia and Jack smoked, while I whined as I usually did about their stinking bad habit. We let our birthday celebration finally end, as we listened to the world close its door for the night. The sun had already disappeared, and there was just the soft swishing of the lake water and the call of a random owl in the distance, a bit of shuffling as we sifted on the mats.

Though I could only see by moonlight, I could still make out the blissful expression on Jack’s face. Lydia seemed unduly calm; her earlier edginess having almost disappeared. Meanwhile, I spent the hour enjoying the contentment in my physical body, left sated in the wake of unrivaled s****l pleasure. I never expected and certainly didn’t ask for their wicked use of me, but I was not complaining.

Later, much later, days even weeks later, I knew their renting of my virginity was a gift, an act of love and mercy that was necessary before they left. Who knew when they’d return again? They could no longer protect me from a wider world. I’m sure they hoped that I’d be safe by staying home, but they wouldn’t know that for sure. Nothing was certain in our world.

I loved them for what they’d done, but I didn’t know how to say so any more than they knew how to say I love you back in words.

We hugged before we left the boathouse, and they were both gone by the time I woke the next morning.