Chapter 1: From Whence She Came

Rene Hewitt was a happy girl, for many different reasons. The first, and most important to her, was that she had really great parents that loved her and wanted nothing but the best for her.

Her parents, Nathan and Dorris Hewitt, are farmers, or were farmers. Her Dad was born and raised on the family farm that had been settled by his great great grandparents back in the 1850’s. He had fully expected to take over when his Dad, Samuel Hewitt, retired, but hard times and lean years in the early 1980’s led to defaults on their loans and the farm was fore closed on by the bank in 1986. The loss of the farm during her grandfather’s stewardship greatly impacted her grandfather, hastening his death by decades.

The farm was bought from the bank by NFI, National Farming Industries, an agricultural conglomerate that grew to prominence during the 1980’s by purchasing failed farms across the US. For a time her Dad worked on the farm, staying in the home that was theirs just months before, but his taste for farming died when his Dad passed away, and they moved from the farm to a small community not far away and began a new life.

Her Dad found work at the local Ace Hardware and after a time he started doing odd jobs around the area to supplement their income. Her Mom got a job as a cashier at the local Five & Dime on Main Street. Things worked out well and they settled into a simple life, living mostly on the poor side, but happy with what they had.

When she got older and started showing signs that her intelligence exceeded that of the other kids her age, her parents focused their meager income into her scholastic endeavors and extracurricular activities hoping that this would give her opportunities that neither of them had when they were young.

Her Mom also spent a great deal of time with her talking about subjects her own Mother never discussed with her, namely sex and alcohol. Her feeling was that if you missed out on the pancakes you might as well pass on the bacon, which Rene never understood but never, had the nerve to ask what that meant. So when she turned twelve and began to develop her Mom sat her down and talked to her about the birds and the bees.

It was all quite shocking to her. Seems premarital sex had been going on for quite a while.

And when she was done with the discussion on the birds and the bees she moved onto to the elixir of the devil, alcohol. Now both of her parents never drank, or if they did it was not in front of her, and there was none in the house. But the way she talked about it seemed that she had a good understanding of the effects that it had on people.

Seems there is a direct correlation between the consumption of the devils elixir and the deflowering of virgin girls.

But she did partake in the Devils Elixir, minimally. If she drank it was socially, limiting her intake to one, and only on special occasions, and never to excess. It was odd how she thought of that as casual, being that she was underage and that if she was to be caught it could hinder her dreams of going to Georgetown. Drugs were not part of her life, she stayed far away from them. Getting caught drinking would be bad, but if she were caught with drugs or under their influence would ruin her life.

What she got from these discussions with her Mom, was that Sex could be a trap, preventing her from going to college and making a life for herself outside of the small town she lived in if she found herself in the ‘family way’.

When she talked to her friends about sex their opinions were wide ranging and varied, even in defining what are and is not sex. All agreed that vaginal sex was sex, but there was disagreement on everything else, with the exception of kissing on the lips which everyone agreed was not sex. Rene’s head swam as her friends threw around words, phrases, and concepts about sex that she had never heard of before, like anal sex. Who would do that? It was so weird!

Since there was such a wide range of opinions she had a hard time getting her mind around it until she was able to classify her friends into specific categories, Exclusive Relationships, Wedding Night Virgins, Part Timers, and Screw Their Brains Out.

The girls in the Exclusive Relationships group believed that it was okay to mess around and have sex since they were in a committed relationship and wanted to share themselves with the other, and it worked for them. All the girls in this group did end up marrying their partner, so no harm no foul.

The girls in the Wedding Night Virgins group believed in saving themselves until their Wedding Night, though there were some in that group who did things with boys that bordered on sexual relations.

The Part Timers would delve into sexual situations but generally not often, and most didn’t have intercourse, but everything else was fair game, just like the Screw Their Brains Out group.

And that left the Screw Their Brains Out group. Now this was an interesting group with a diverse opinion as to what sex is and what it is not. And, unlike the other groups, those in this group had a wide range of experience and partners and a willingness for most to, push the boundaries, as these girls would, and have, slept with just about anything that had a penis.

A couple of years later her Mom once again freaked her out when she brought up homosexuality. If she wasn’t so traumatized about the content of the conversation she would have laughed hysterically as she watched and listened to her Mom try to talk about the subject. When she came to a word that was inappropriate for a girl Rene’s age or when it came time to talk about what two people of the same sex do together her Mom would stop, in mid-sentence searching her brain for the word or sentence that wouldn’t traumatize either one of them. But it wasn’t the words alone that caused the comedic effect, but the body language, the wringing of hands, the perspiration upon her brow, and the shifting of eyes away from her when Rene looked to her Mom.

And for a time she would look back at this incident with a queasiness she ranked right up there with when her Mom told her Dad that she had her first period. But after some time had passed she looked back at these discussions, including the one on homosexuality, fondly, and appreciated the uneasiness that her Mom had to overcome to talk with her Daughter on something that she felt strongly about.

She took her Mom’s beliefs on Homosexuality seriously and used them as a basis of her own that is until she became aware of Ryan White. Ryan was not a homosexual, but a young hemophiliac boy who lived in Kokomo Indiana who had contracted HIV through a blood transfusion. And it was the ugliness with which people treated him and his family that sickened her, compassion and kindness were the words that needed to be said, not the hateful words of those falling prey to the fears of a disease, or to the hatred of a lifestyle which was different than their own.

This lack of compassion for an innocent young boy who had contracted this fatal disease went far beyond what she felt he and his family deserved. And the strong Christian beliefs she followed were shaken by the words used by some in the religious community as they used the good book for ammunition to hurl barbs of hate, fear, and anger.

Before this event, Homosexuality had bothered her. People who slept with those of the same sex kind of creped her out, not that they had koodies or anything like that, but it showed a disregard for the words of her Lord and Savior and she worried if she associated with them that it would reflect poorly on her. In the back of her mind though, she knew her beliefs could impede her ability to work with people when she moved to the city, being that is where homosexuality was more acceptable than in the small towns where she lived.

But now her opinion has changed. Though Ryan was not a homosexual, she felt that the prejudices inflicted on him were as those thrust upon those who were gay. And if she believed that the prejudices were wrong for Ryan, how could they be right for those who were gay? She did not condone their lifestyle, she could never, or would ever, partake in that lifestyle, but she could not in good conscience put anyone down who lived it.

For Rene guys were the only way to go. And it was proven during the summer between Junior and Senior year when she began dating Jimmy Henderson, a strapping young man with broad shoulders and a physic that most would kill for from working on the farm. Their relationship, from the start, was physical. Their first date was to the 4th of July party at a friend’s place. Later in the evening she followed, willingly, Jimmy to the barn to see of all things, a horse.

Fifteen minutes after entering the barn Jimmy and Rene were swapping spit like there was no tomorrow. Never had she gotten to excited as she was making out with Jimmy. Two weeks later they were again in the barn swapping spit when Rene felt Jimmy’s hands massaging with her breasts. Three weeks later, once again in the same barn, Rene and Jimmy were swapping spit. And as if a timer went off Rene felt Jimmy’s hands upon her breast, massaging them through her cloths. A few minutes later his hand slipped underneath her shirt, and eventually his finger found her hard nipple.

The pleasure she got from Jimmy playing with her nipple brought her back to reality and she put a stop to the adult play that they had moved into. She mulled over this new event and remembered what her Mom had talked to her about sex and how one thing could lead to another and in the end to unwanted pregnancy.

The physical relationship plateaued there and Jimmy was not afforded access to her breasts, that is, until the school Christmas party when they sneaked away to the teachers’ lounge that she truly understood what her Mom meant on the trappings of following the desires of sex rather than the sensibility of being chaste. Their make out session progressed further than before as she succumbed to his ministrations and her own base sexual feelings that screamed to get out. Lost in the sexual raw energy, and the freedom that it entailed, she gave in and had sex with Jimmy. And what began as a painful experience turned into one of the greatest of her young life.

Before she knew it she was rocked by her first orgasm, quickly followed by her second and third before she felt Jimmy climax. As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their sexual embrace, she realized what she allowed to happen. It wasn’t remorse but fear. Fear was what brought her back to her senses as she quickly got up and arraigned her cloths. Forgotten in the lust that consumed them was the possibility that the unprotected sex she had just had could lead to an unwanted pregnancy.

Jimmy was apologetic, but not remorseful, being that he had achieved his goal. He comforted her with reassuring words that she couldn’t get pregnant the first time. She wanted to believe him, but she knew better. One time is all it took.

In the following days she reflected on her feelings and desires that sex had brought out. She didn’t want to give up on sex, but her inability to acquire the necessary funds to purchase birth control limited her options. She desperately wanted to continue exploring her sexuality with Jimmy but the prospect of pregnancy diminished its luster. Jimmy brought up oral sex, but the thought of it was, revolting.

But Jimmy kept at it, not in a persistent pain in the ass kind of way, but in a slow meticulous steady approach, sweeting the deal by proclaiming that he would perform it on her first and if she didn’t like it she could stop him. And, even of she didn’t stop him and she had an orgasm she didn’t need to reciprocate. And if she did do it to him if she didn’t like it she could stop at any time.

His tactics were having the desired effect as she wavered. But what drove her over the edge was the state that Jimmy had gotten her into, with one hand inside her shirt playing with her breast and the other rubbing between her legs, his soft kisses moving between her neck and ear lobe, and the sound of his labored breathing had her ready.

She stood up and quickly striped out of her cloths, feeling a bit squeamish letting Jimmy see her naked body, when they made love the one time before it was done hastily, her in her dress and he still with his pants on. She lay back down and opened her legs slightly. When they made love the previous time it was done hastily, neither truly getting out of their cloths, Rene removing her panties but leaving the dress on and Jimmy opening his fly but leaving his pants halfway up his legs. Not to mention the darkness of the room.

But now she was naked and the early afternoon light was streaming into the room from the large bay window thoroughly illuminating the entire room. A chill ran through her as she watched Jimmy’s eyes as they seemed to devour her as he looked upon her naked body for the first time. His gaze was riveting, a mixture of lust, amazement, and curiosity which made her heart race even more.

He slowly kneeled before her, his gaze having left her breasts, was now focused on what lay between her legs. She watched as Jimmy placed his palms upon her knees and gently spread them out wards allowing him to fully gaze upon the prize he had been waiting for so long to see. For half a heartbeat she almost stopped him, but she had gone to far and the excitement that she felt in the moment over took the fear she had. So she allowed it to happen and with a sign of resignation she closed her eyes and lay her head back upon the coach.