Chapter 17: Teen Field Party

Abby May Anders was a troubled teen. Being just 18, she had all the usual issues that teenage girls her age had. She was always getting grounded. Like many homes, her parents and family trying to keep their typical teenage daughter on track through these difficult years. Abby hated being told what to do all the time.

Abby’s issues were a little different. Her father was a preacher, a well-respected member of the community. Her mother was drunk a lot though. Her mom never had showed any interest in Abby, choosing to ignore her most of the time. Abby’s father had raised her, and from an early age he’d always had no shower curtain for the shower. Whenever she was in the shower, he was in the bathroom too, brushing his teeth or something, but always watching her. He’d often take his shower right after her. She’d seen her father naked since she was very young. Now at 18, she still took showers with him in the bathroom, watching her. She was more conscious of her looks now, and usually faced away from him, being so shy and all. Abby had red hair, and at 18 she had a small red bush of pubic hair now. Very fair skin, very soft hair. She had some freckles on her cheeks and big blue eyes. Her figure was definitely ahead of schedule. Her butt was bigger. Too big she thought, though all the guys at church thought it was perfect. But, without a doubt, her breasts were Abby’s best physical assets. These puppies had some size to them, something her pastor father had been very much aware of for some time now. When she was 14, he’d insisted on starting to do breast exams. Said it was required. He’d even shown that new assistant pastor how to do one, using her to practice on. She was less willing lately, as her breasts kept getting bigger. Her nipples and areoles were big, and stimulated easily these days. Her areoles would puff out in addition to her nipples getting erect. She wore a heavier bra as a result, for when it happened for any reason, it was quite obvious to anyone who could see.

Abby could remember two months ago when it was so cold outside, and she’d gone to church wearing her strapless, tight, pink dress and an old strapless bra because she couldn’t find a clean one that fit. When she walked inside the church, every man and boy there had stared at her. She hadn’t had time to switch to anything else. She was so embarrassed. She’d forgotten she’d gained a few pounds and this two-year-old dress was very tight on her now. Her bosoms just bulged out the top; she couldn’t stop that, nor hide it either. But they didn’t have to stare so much! She’d forgotten until she sat down on the cold car seat earlier just how short this dress was, too. She wasn’t fourteen anymore, that was for sure. When she wore this dress now, it showed way more thigh than it covered. She had been thinking of wearing this dress to prom, but thought wearing it to church would a safe way to try it out again. Every man in church was very thankful that day. Amen to that.

At home that Sunday night, everyone was once again telling her to do this or don’t do that. Being eighteen, it turned into a big fight with her parents. They wanted to make her be home by 9 pm every night. It was so unfair! They’d already taken away her driving privileges. She couldn’t date anyone unless they said OK first. Her father was so strict! At least he let her wear anything she wanted to. Abby like showing off her assets. That Sunday night she’d gotten so mad at her preacher father she stormed right out of the house. She walked down the street, not sure where, as long as it wasn’t home. She was so angry! She walked to the Stop N Shop, stood outside and lit a cigarette, still fuming. She had on a denim skirt that came to just above her knees. She wore a grey pullover sweatshirt. She’d just taken a shower earlier and hadn’t put on her bra, just some panties. It was cold outside now that the sun was down. With just the sweatshirt, she was feeling chilled. Her nips knew it was cold, too.

A car pulled in near her. Three boys about her age got out. Two went inside. One, a good-looking guy, stopped to talk to her. He lit his own cigarette, asked her why she looked so mad. She just said “Oh, just my parents...” He laughed. “I know, parents can be so stupid sometimes.” Abby was warming up to this guy. He seemed very nice, was quite handsome and very understanding. She flirted a little until his friends came out. The boy said, “Hey, my name’s Jason. These are my buds. Wanna go to the park with us for a beer? We won’t be gone long.” As mad as she was right now, she agreed pretty quick. Going off with boys her parents didn’t know was a big violation of her dating rules, but this would be such great revenge. She said, “Sure!” and got in the back seat with Jason.

They drove south on 73 until they got to Jackson State Park. There, in a remote spot, they came to a couple of others cars parked there. There were other kids her own age. Oh cool! A field party! She’d only just heard of them until now. They pulled up. The two guys in the front jumped out, starting running up to everyone, whispering something to them. Then they’d turn and look at her and Jason. Abby got out on Jason’s side, stayed just behind him, too shy, naturally.

There was the car they’d come in, a pickup truck and an SUV. She looked around. Counting this Jason guy, there were nine boys there. Fuck. She was the only girl? Well, this bites. The group of boys started to crowd around her. Even Jason was facing her. One guy, a tall, creepy looking guy moved up in front of her, said, “Yo, what you fellas got here? This for all of us? You for real?” He grinned, everyone chuckled. Abby wasn’t sure what to say. She grinned and chuckled a little too. “haha. Hi, I’m Abby. Uh, Jason invited me.” She moved a little closer to Jason. Some of the boys stared making small talk with her, then the tall creepy guy said louder, “Yo, Abby girl. How old are you?” Abby, holding a beer in her hand, said, “Well, I’m eighteen. Sort of. Well, just.” The guy asked again, “How old?” She said nervously, “No, I’m eighteen, honest. It’s just, it was only on Friday I turned eighteen.” She took a sip of beer, her hand shaking now. The creepy guy turned to another guy, smacked him with his hand and said, “See? I told you she was eighteen. Don’t let the tits fool you, bro.”

Abby was suddenly very aware of her breasts. Sure, they were big for her age. But she didn’t have on a bra, just this old sweatshirt, and ... She glanced down. Oh shit! Her nipples had gotten all puffed up and were clearly visible pushing through her sweatshirt front. She quickly crossed her arms in front of herself, covering up her pokies as best she could.

Ryan turned to Jason. “Well, we gonna do this, or wait for a park ranger first?” Ryan was the driver of the pick-up, kind of the leader of this group. At 19, he was the oldest. The others were all 17-18 years old except Duke’s younger brother Jake who was just 14. All of them were, to put it nicely, poor white trash. Jason set his beer down, moved up behind Abby. He grabbed her, catching her off guard. By grabbing, we mean he grabbed her face with both hands, turning her towards him, then began to forcefully kiss her. As she struggled to stop him, he kept at it until he’d gotten his tongue in her mouth. Then he threw her towards Ryan. Ryan also grabbed her face, also began to force himself on her. She kept screaming into their mouths as they all took turns passing her mouth around.