Chapter 1

This is one of those stories that is sort of true, but not really enough for me to put the true tag on it. It starts out in reality, and somewhere along the way it crosses from what happened to what should have happened. I’ll let you decide where that line is. It may be farther along than you think.??

BTW, before you message me or downvote it, it is NOT ‘missing’ a rape tag. It is tagged reluctant, which is appropriate for what happens. If you don’t understand the codes, please go read the definitions again. The rape tag is for violent sex, which doesn’t happen here.

I had moved up from assistant at another store to managing my own franchise pizza restaurant a few months earlier. I had cleaned out most of the bad apples from the staff in the first couple of months, and things were moving pretty well now. I still had a few employees that I considered challenges, but they were mostly good workers so I kept them on. One of them was Robin, who was usually a cook in daily operations. She was 18, with all the attitude of a recent high school graduate. Robin was a small girl, at just 5 feet and around 100 pounds, with brown hair trimmed just above her shoulders. The biggest problem I usually had with her was her smart mouth. She didn’t really like me much, but that was ok with me as long as she did her job. Some days, however, I enjoyed working the cut table as the pies came out while listening to Robin and one of the other cooks, a young gay guy, talk about their sex lives.

One evening the conversation was lively, as Robin was telling her friend about giving her boyfriend sex. They had been dating for a while, and she had only recently given in. He was just her third intimate partner, she said, and she didn’t want to “get a big number”. I gathered, as I listened to the conversation, that she was still pretty inexperienced. The guy who took her virginity had been a one-time partner who dated her for almost a year then broke up with her a few days after she gave it up to him.

Her second guy, she told Kevin as they built pizzas to fill orders, was a friend she had grown up with, and who consoled her after the breakup with the first. “We had a lot of intimate conversations, and he was really supportive.” She told Kevin. “After a while I asked him if he would be willing to have sex with me a few times, so I could have a better experience and different memories than Stan. He seemed pretty surprised, and didn’t answer for almost a week, but he finally agreed the next Saturday night. We almost didn’t do it that night, because he didn’t have a condom, but I remembered that I had one in my purse. He was slower and gentler than Stan, and it was better.”

“Did it hurt?” Kevin asked. “Most girls say it hurts.”

“Yes, but not too bad.” Robin replied. “With Stan, it hurt BAD! He was slow and gentle leading up. He even licked me some, which was nice, (she blushed as she said this) but then he just jammed it into me and started going pretty fast. I was crying and begging him to go slower, but he didn’t listen.”

“Wow! What an ass!” Kevin said.

“Yeah, he was. I was so excited when he paused and put the condom on. I thought I was going to have an experience like I had dreamed, and then he practically raped me instead. I probably would have stopped, but the way he was holding me I couldn’t even get away from him, so I just endured it and hoped it wouldn’t last too long.”

“Wait, he held you down?” Kevin said, a bit alarmed.

“No, no.” Robin quickly replied. “Well, not like that, anyway. He didn’t rape me. See, I had told him I thought it would hurt, and was there a way to make it hurt less. He told me it would be easier if my legs were lifted high and wide. Like an idiot, I believed him and played right into his plan. So, after he got the condom on, I raised my legs up high. He got on top of me, but caught my legs in his arms and then put his elbows down on either side of my head.”

“He just folded you up into a nice little package,” Kevin smiled, drawing a laugh from Robin.

“Yeah, I guess he did. It probably would have been ok if he had gone slower. I even reached between us and lined him up, because he was resting on his elbows and I thought it would be awkward for him to do it. So, I willingly put myself at his mercy. I think he would have stopped if I really wanted him to, but I never told him no or asked him to stop, just to slow down.”

She paused a minute before going on, quieter now. “I still wanted it. Him. It was just more than I expected. Heck, I would have still given it to him more, but he dumped me.” She shrugged. “So, when I finally got the nerve to ask Joel, and he agreed, I told him he would have to be gentle with me. He was, at least mostly. We did it four times. The last two times were one Saturday afternoon at his house. The first one was slow and easy, like the other times with him. He was very loving.” Another blush. “We slept a while in his bed after, and I think we both wanted it again when we woke up. I wanted more, and he wasn’t quite awake, but it was already hard and he woke up when I started rubbing him. He got another condom on and we started slow but then things got more frantic. I kept urging him to go faster.” She was looking down at her work now, slightly embarrassed to be getting into this much detail, I surmised.

After a brief pause, she went on. “The first three times I would say we made love. The last time, he fucked me. And I liked it.”

“Good for you, girl!” Kevin replied. “You’re supposed to like it!” They both giggled then, as he poked her playfully in the ribs.

“I had my first orgasm that day.” She said. “I REALLY liked that! And he stayed inside me when he finished, which was different, too. The other times he pulled out, even though he had a condom on. He said he didn’t want to chance it breaking, since I’m not on birth control. I could feel him pulsing in me as he came. It was neat! Last weekend when Carl and I did it, he didn’t pull out either. I could feel him, just like with Joel. I swear I could even feel the condom getting bigger with his stuff in it.”

“Wait!” Kevin said. “You mean you’ve never had a guy cum inside you bare?”

“NO!” Robin said quickly. “I don’t want to get pregnant! I won’t let them near me without a condom. I’m sure it would feel different bare.”

“Girl! You have no idea!” Kevin said. “I always made my boyfriends use a condom, but after James and I had been dating a while, he convinced me to try without one. I couldn’t believe how much better it was, and then he came inside me! WOW! Just wait until you get to experience it! You’ll love it!”

“Yeah, well, not anytime soon. I’m not ready to get pregnant yet.”

“Well, I could do you in the ass and show you what’s it like,” Kevin smiled.

“Thanks, but no. I’m a front door girl.” They both laughed at this, and the conversation moved on to lighter and more mundane tasks.

The most interesting thing about the conversation was that her dad, who also worked at the store, thought she was a good little girl who was still a virgin.

Later that night, after we had closed and cleaned up, Robin’s boyfriend picked her up and the other staff had cleared out. I stayed to start working on the annual inventory. A couple of hours in I heard someone knocking on the door. I eased out and saw Robin outside the glass door, tapping persistently and doing a little dance that unmistakably said she had to pee. I walked over and opened the door and she almost fell into my arms. It was immediately obvious that she was pretty drunk. Her boyfriend was in the car in the parking lot, studying something on his phone.

Holding on to Robin, I pulled the door closed and turned the key to lock it back.

“I pee,” she slurred. I started toward the ladies’ room with her. “No, hep me da back. Iz cleaner.” We had a small employee restroom in the back that the ladies kept meticulously clean. So, we started that direction. As Robin walked unsteadily in front of me, I noticed she was wearing a loose-fitting tee and a pair of knit shorts that barely covered her cute young ass. It was a pleasing site to enjoy for the short walk, as I guided her thru the kitchen door and back to the rear restroom. She bumped into the doorframe and almost fell into the sink going in. I caught her and held her up.

“Easy. Don’t hurt yourself. You need help?”

“Nah. I gah ett” she murmured as she turned and sat down on the toilet.

“You may want to pull your shorts down before you go,” I said, pointing to where she was sitting. She looked down and seemed kinda surprised.

“Oh yeah. Can’t pee my pants.” It came out ‘cun ee my ants’. She stood up shakily, but each time she tried to reach for her shorts she would start to pitch forward and have to reach out and grab the wall. Finally, she looked over at me, as if weighing her options. “An U hep me? Buh don’ look.”

I walked back into the little restroom and Robin grabbed me to keep from falling. I was bent forward slightly with Robin’s arm across my shoulders. I reached for her shorts, but her feet were too wide apart to pull them down.

I pushed on one leg. “Put your feet closer together.” She dutifully followed my direction. I grasped the waistband of her shorts and began to tug them down.

“Remember, don’t look.” She mumbled. It was more like “Ember, dun ook.”

“Ok,” I smiled, turning my head just slightly away from her. I would still see everything she had in just a moment, but it made her happy. I was pleasantly surprised to see she had no panties on as I pulled her shorts down to her knees. She had a slight pleasant scent and was clean shaven. I pretended to look away as she sat back on the toilet. She put her knees together and let her shorts fall to her ankles. She began lifting her right foot as I turned to leave her alone to do her business.

“Tay off.” She said. I turned and gave her a quizzical glance. She cleared her head a little and spoke more clearly. “I nee to spead my yegs. Can u take one foo out for me?”

“Oh, ok” I said. I went back to where she sat and knelt in front of her long enough to pick up her foot and pull her shorts off over it. She sighed heavily and I heard the soft tinkle of pee hitting water as soon as she spread her legs apart. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh. Zas soo good!” she moaned. I glanced up and saw her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. She was REALLY enjoying this!

My cock was rock hard in my pants, and I briefly wondered what she would do if I pulled it out and stuck it in her mouth. I could almost picture her looking up at me, my cock between her lips, as I filled her mouth up with cum. I shook my head and stood and moved back to the door. I sat at the small desk outside the door, my back to her. As I was mentally relishing the view of her smoothly shaven twat, I heard the water stop. There was some shuffling, a few grunts and then, “Ay. Hep!”

I looked around and she was standing in the doorway, her shorts around one ankle.

“I can’t reach,” she murmured, pointing at her shorts. “Up?” She stumbled forward a step or two and leaned against the small break table that was just outside the restroom. It was just about waist high to her.

I stood up and stepped over to where she was. I knelt down to get her shorts situated. How easy it would be to fuck her right now, I mused. I could be the first guy to bareback her and fill her up with cum. My cock was still rock hard in my pants. It was obvious what his vote was.