Chapter 1

Ashpreet was the mango of her father’s eye but largely a mote in the eye of her step-mother. The daughter of her father’s first wife, a decade gone and hardly a shadow of a memory in Ashpreet’s mind, the second wife was devoted only to her husband and saw the daughter as a reminder of the past, as a bit of trouble she had to put up with for only a short while longer.

Ashpreet, known as Ashley by her American peers, was very different from her fellow students. She was very exotic, and did not at all fit in with the new life her father had made for them as a family.

Ashley had been happy being Ashpreet, the little girl immersed in a Fijian-Indian community far away from this American backwoods hick town. But a few years before, social and racial and work problems forced them to move and her father claims that they were very lucky for him to find this job in America. Sadly, they were all alone, a seed of cardamom buried in a bag of white flour as her step-mother sometimes muttered.

Yes, there was a small community of Sikhs in that same county, but her father was dedicated more to his work and her step-mother didn’t consider Sikhs as worth bothering with, which was odd given that her father’s extended family was largely Sikh. But now they were adrift, castoffs in America, so they remained alone floating in this great open ocean of white foam, neither Indian nor Fijian nor American.

Both Ashley and her father spoke perfect English, her step-mother somewhat less so, but all with an interesting accent her friends at school mistakenly took as British with an exotic flair, sometimes proper and serious but as often laughed at. It was explained to her in very patronizing terms that her English accent was coming out of a brown mouth and it just seemed so wrong or weird that they had to laugh. It bothered her most when they compared her to Apu, an Indian character on the Simpson’s animated series. Ashley of course felt hurt and shamed, knew the other kids were all wrong and stupid and uneducated Americans. Nonetheless, as she prepared to grow from tween to teen, she just wanted to fit in and be liked and accepted by all of the other girls around her.

She did her best to make friends and act like the other girls, copy how they dressed and talked, the music they listened to, the food they ate; she might not ever be the most popular girl in school, but maybe she could at least fit in and not be so obviously an outsider. There were many other brown skinned girls at school, some Mexicans and some blacks, but even they fit in more than Ashley. Her face and cheekbones, her almond eyes, the shape of her nose, the way her long hair fell across her shoulder, even the way she walked or held herself when she talked; it all looked so different and un-American. Her father often said she was even more beautiful than her mother and a couple of teachers even commented on how pretty she looked, but she only focused on how foreign she was.

Ashley did have friends, did well in school, and to any passerby she would seem but another girl within the gaggle of geese that flowed through the hallways and down the sidewalks that made up her life. As summer approached she was excited about graduating on to high school, looking forward to studying real subjects that would lead to college and a real job and eventually life far away from the small town she was stuck in. Also with summer came some time off, fun and play, swimming and hikes in the foothills, maybe a trip to the city or week-end long movie binges with popcorn and pizza.

Life in America could be fun and as a newcomer Ashpreet was doing her best to enjoy it all. With hot days and swimming parties came shorts and bathing suits, and that meant girls and boys showing lots of skin. Other girls were worried about being fat or getting the perfect tan, but Ashley worried about how dark everyone would see her to be. On one side of their mouths they loved her “built in tan” but out of the other side of their mouths they whispered about how dark she was. Her step-mother was, not so oddly, dismissive of Ashley’s rather dark skin color, blaming it on her mother’s side of the family. On top of this, she was always recommending to Ashley different lotions to smear on her face and how she should always wear a hat or use an umbrella when outside, even in the gentle spring sun. Her step-mother’s comments angered Ashley, but she took her advice nonetheless in an attempt to prevent her face from turning a darker brown.

Yet the parts of her body that never saw the sun were the darkest. She might not have worried so much about it if she had never seen any of the other girls unclothed, but twice a week phys-ed classes and the occasional sleepover made it very obvious that sun had only one part to play in darkening the skin.

Her breasts were only somewhat lighter in color than her neck or face, already large enough to be tugged down by gravity and topped by large areolas with dark brown gumdrop sized nipples. More embarrassing was what lay even more hidden and yet made Ashpreet worry even more.

At a recent sleep-over the girls did the grown-up thing of discussing intimate matters such as their periods, keeping clean and dry, and shaving or even waxing and otherwise maintaining that lower region of the body. All the white girls had lighter colored labia than Ashley; a little darker and browner than their body, some thick and some thin to nonexistent, but their inner lips were mostly pink and pretty. Even the really black haired girls had white skin and pinkish inner folds, though Ashley pretended not to notice or really care.

Ashley on the other hand had dark labia, large and prominent, in and out and all around, with a dark dirty brown to black inner river of color from her anus all the way down and up to her front. The lone African-American girl in the group was even darker, but Ashley only focused on the white girls, the standard on TV by which all girls measure themselves. Only when Ashley was alone and could peel back her dark brown and black-edged lower lips could she see the inner valley of shimmering pink. This did little to assuage Ashley’s worries, even while doubting that anybody, and certainly no boy, would ever see that part of her.

With all that hidden in the back of her mind, Ashley set out to enjoy the summer as a maturing young girl who wanted to be initiated into all things American. There was of course a long list of daily things to do with friends, one of them being swimming. There was a community pool not too far from their house, but a number of friends also had private pools. She did her best to stay in the shade and minimize any more browning of her skin, but fun in the sun was irresistible and just became a part of daily life.

The day that mattered most, or at least started everything off and even today makes her blush, was at the home of a friend, swimming in the late morning, going home for lunch, then back in the late evening to swim and make snacks and watch a video. The close group of girls naturally included a cluster of boys, but this particular friend, Sarah, had an older brother, Russell, a college-boy who had recently returned from his first year out. Ashley of course knew him but had never thought much of it until that day, when he sat on the edge of the lounge-chair she was resting and grabbing some shade in.

They talked a bit, about what he did at college and if she was thinking of getting a part-time job for the summer. Just talk, but in the hidden shadows that separated them from the others, Russell slipped his hand down and onto her inner thigh. He didn’t do anything with his hand other than move it up and down her thigh a few times. It could have even been an accident or maybe an unintended and innocent move, but he left it to rove back and forth on her upper thigh for a long minute and caused Ashley’s face to redden and go up ten degrees. She didn’t say anything and played along as though it was all just a game, but a private intimate game that seared the feel of Russell’s hand onto her thigh and deep into her loins.

Ashley was a little shaken but had to admit that it aroused her which made it kind of fun and so didn’t mention it to anyone. What would she have said: “That man touched me”? That would make her seem like a child, and if anything getting some attention from Russell actually made her feel like she was a real high school student and was growing up, was becoming a young woman.

Thing is, Russell had done something like that just a few months before when he had come back from his college to visit for a few days. That was probably when the long slide down for her to be impaled on Russell’s pole had actually begun.

Ashley was more than a little proud at being friends with Sarah, older than Ashley and already attending high school. They had of course met back when they were younger, on maybe the first day Ashley had arrived and had been unceremoniously thrust into a school full of kids that hardly looked anything like her. She was shy and afraid, but Sarah had walked right up to her at lunch and said, “Heard you’re new here. They all say you’re from Fiji, but I think you look like you’re from India. Who’s right?”

Ashley was taken aback by Sarah’s forward manner, and yet was relieved to have a real introduction to an American girl, especially one with a question Ashley was happy to talk about. It started off a close friendship that survived their grade and age differences. Now that Sarah was in high school, Ashley had expected their close connection to disappear, but Sarah continued to call and visit and talk to Ashley about life in high school, and even invited Ashley over for the occasional sleepover.

The night that brought Russell and Ashley together was in early spring, when Sarah had Ashley and another girl over for a sleepover and Russell was visiting during spring break for his first year away at college. The girls had their sleeping bags and gear scattered on Sarah’s bedroom floor, talking about life and school and boys. The thought of a late night snack came up and they all decided to raid the fridge for whatever quick food they could find.

There no real discussion of what they needed to wear, the girls having already readied themselves for bed and sporting nothing more than undershirts and panties. “Just throw on a shirt or something. Nobody’s going to see,” claimed Sarah, and with a shrug they each grabbed something to cover their shoulders and trooped off to the kitchen. Exiting Sarah’s room, Ashley had noticed that the two older girls wore longer shirts, covering both their tops and a portion of their bottoms, while the light inner shirt Ashley had picked up barely reached to her hips. But too late, the girls were gone and not wanting to be separated by her older and wiser girl-friends, Ashley dashed out the door to join them.

There was a discussion of what to eat, Sarah choosing some cheese and crackers and her classmate grabbing a package of cookies. Not being a fan of cheese and finding American cookies to be almost unpalatable, Ashley paused a little too long in making up her mind about what to choose.

“Just meet us back in the bedroom. Oh, I know. Make us some popcorn.” Sarah reached up into a cabinet and pulled down a box of microwave popcorn, handing it to Ashley with quick directions on what to do before turning and abandoning Ashley to her duties.

Not a problem. This was something all American kids could cook with ease and Ashley tossed the packet of instant popcorn into the microwave and punched in the numbers for the desired cook time. Easy. Then she turned around and found Russell standing just a few feet away, looking down at her and smiling, then raising a hand as if to say “hello” and finally saying, “You’re Ashley, right? I remember you visiting here last year. Good to see you again. How’s life?”

Ashley was frozen to the spot, forgetting to close her mouth or even to breathe as she took in the sight of this handsome young college man standing so close to her. Of course her mind was focused on what she must look like to him, standing before Russell with only a thin shirt to hide her breasts and nipples, suddenly hard and rigid with the thought of Russell staring at her. More importantly Ashley worried about having nothing but panties on, sheer and slim and perfectly acceptable around other girls but perhaps a little too revealing and provocative when alone and viewed by an older man.

For the full three minutes the popcorn took to cook, Russell kept up some light conversation while Ashley could only nod her head and give out short answers, straining not to cover her crotch with her hands or pull her outer shirt closer to hide her chest. Pretending nonchalance, when the microwave announced that the popcorn was done, Ashley pulled out the steaming bag and said goodnight to Russell. As she turned to leave, Russell stepped in closer and put his hand on Ashley’s side, his finger’s trailing down over and then pulling up on the rounded form of her pert ass as she walked away. “Goodnight Ashley,” he had said. “If you need anything, I’ll be in my bedroom. Come by anytime.”

The words didn’t mean anything at the time, Ashley’s mind being far too preoccupied by the touch of Russell’s fingers and just how much of her ass he had felt as she walked away. She couldn’t explain why, but her legs were weak and her breathing coming in short gasps, Ashley actually finding it difficult to make it back to Sarah’s bedroom.

“There you are. Wondering where the popcorn was,” shot out Sarah as Ashley closed the door behind her. Then Sarah got a look of Ashley’s face and said, “What the hell happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“Did you know your brother was out there, in the kitchen?” stammered out Ashley as she sat down on her sleeping bag. “We talked a little, you know, while waiting for the popcorn.”

“Yeah,” answered Sarah. “He was over in the family room, staring at his iPad when we turned on the kitchen lights.” Then Sarah’s eyes squinted and a smile grew as she leaned in with sudden understanding. “He walked over and talked to you? Made you nervous, huh Ashley?” Then Sarah turned to her friend and in a joking manner said, “I think our little Ashley has a crush on my brother.”

“Hey, it’s no joke” threw back Ashley. “I mean, all I had on was this shirt and he just stood there staring at me. I’m glad it wasn’t your dad.”

“I bet. You sure gave Russell an eyeful. My dad would have had a heart attack.”

Ashley pulled her shirt in, feeling self-conscious about herself but also a little defensive, simply saying, “What? No way. It was just embarrassing.”

“Yeah, and for good reason,” continued Sarah. “Stand up and take a look at yourself in the mirror on the back of my door.”

With little reason to protest, Ashley stood up and went over to the closed door, seeing in the full-length mirror only the same person she had looked at for the past thirteen years.

“So? What?”

“Like you said yourself,” said Sarah. “All you have on is a pair of white panties and a sheer undershirt, and boy do you stand out in them. I mean, if they were some other color then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, but your nipples stick out like you don’t have anything on, and let’s face it, your twat is just as dark and as fat as they come.” Then, when Ashley turned back to face the two older girls, Sarah’s other friend began to laugh and choked out the worst comment of all. “And check out that camel toe. I bet Russell is whacking off in the bathroom right now.”

Ashley was mortified. The other two girls made a few more jokes but then seemed to forget about it. They went on to talk about other stuff, but Ashley couldn’t get the long moment alone with Russell out of her mind. Deep into the night her thoughts focused on what had happened, on what Russell had said to her, on what his words might have meant, and most amazing of all, of what Russell had done with his fingers. She never told the other two girls about this, about where he had put his hand, but it was seared into her mind and even a month later she could close her eyes and feel his fingers tracing the outer curve of her ass.

So Ashley and Russell had an intimate connection that nobody else knew about. Of course, anybody else would have said that it was nothing, just harmless adolescent play. But it all led in one direction, one that Ashley could hardly imagine and that Russell took full advantage of.

On the day of the swim party, Russell had again reached out and touched her, and Ashley spent the rest of the afternoon imagining things her mind wasn’t ready to comprehend. After an early dinner at home she returned, swam with the group, added her bag of chips to the pile of junk food they intended to snack on and moved inside to watch a video.

Most of the girls wore a loose pull-over dress after swimming for modesty and to keep warm, Ashley following suit. Russell didn’t hang with them but was around, in the kitchen, then back to the den to talk with a friend. Maybe not so accidentally, after a bathroom run Ashley bumped into him in the hall, and as he moved aside he grabbed her shoulders, pulled her in and leaned down and kissed her, mouth on mouth, lips and tongue and all.

She was shocked but unable to move, to scream, to kick him, or to kiss back, mostly because she didn’t know what to think. She had been kissed before, like after afternoon dances at school by bumbling boys, but Russell knew what he was doing. She gave herself up to him as he sucked her lips in, tonguing lightly but not ramming his tongue down her throat, and upon parting lips he whispered about her beauty and how wonderful it was to touch her.

Ashley was frozen, arms and legs shaking, but her only movement was to throw an embarrassed look down the hall to see if anybody else had seen them. Russell seemed to take that as a passive request for more, his arms circling her and pulling her into a full half-minute kiss, one hand on her back, pulling her breasts tight into his stomach, the other hand lightly rubbing her ass. Ashley had placed her hands on Russell’s hips, but as his hand started putting pressure on her ass, then roving down in-between her cheeks and into her inner thighs, Ashley finally pushed out and away. After a few seconds of minimal struggle, she was able to separate herself from Russell, pushing away his hips yet kissing back even to the point that she sucked on his lower lip as their mouths parted.

Hyperventilating and shaking uncontrollably, she stiff-legged it out of there, walking quickly down the hallway and into the big front room where the movie continued to play. The movie and its characters and plot were all thrown aside in her mind as she thought about what Russell had just done to her in the hallway. Just as importantly was what he had said, that she was beautiful to him, the words reverberating through her mind well into the night and the next day.

A few days later another friend of a friend had a birthday party at the community pool, cake and snacks and drinks allowed but no cooked food so it was a fun but simple affair that didn’t last very long. Russell was there with a couple of his friends, ignoring the party, focused on practicing his dives until the lifeguard told him to stop hogging the board. Ashley couldn’t resist looking at him, watching him dive, inspecting his hairy chest and his muscles, the perfect older boy, the young college man, blushing at thoughts and images she really couldn’t put to words.

The party quickly ended and Ashley found herself walking home alone, thinking of eating a real lunch and calling another friend who hadn’t been at the pool. Then up from behind came Russell, running to join her, no shirt or pants, just his wet trunks and a towel around his shoulders. Ashley’s mind is thrown into confusion, not knowing what to say to him, flashes of what had happened in the past preventing her from doing much more than looking and nodding as he talked. And he did talk, as though he had known Ashley for years and treating her like a close friend. He talked about the weather, how hot it’s supposed to get, how he had hoped to improve his high dives before the coming school year, and then asking whether or not Ashley would like some leftover pork fried rice and dumplings his mother had brought home but not eaten the night before.

He somehow steered her just like the conversation, Ashley finding herself outside by his home pool eating microwaved food and drinking a root beer while listening to him tell tall tales about life at college. It wasn’t all about him, he did a good job of getting her to talk about herself, but in the end all Ashley could remember was what he said.

After a quick lunch they cooled off in the pool, then back out to dry off on that same lounge chair that had brought them together a few days before. She got there first but he squeezed in next to her with vocal complaints and laughter, and then another kiss. There was no time limit for this one, a long kiss with attending baby kisses to her cheek and neck and whispers of wonder about her beauty. All of this was again followed by another kiss, a deeper exploration with the tongue, a light nibble, and of course Russell’s hands roving over her body and holding Ashley tight.

Ashley only felt herself falling down a well, dark and wonderful, cool and inviting while raising her temperature and exciting her mind. She wasn’t going anywhere, wasn’t planning anything, had no intent, just laying with this handsome young man and enjoying her discovery of her first real experience with intimacy. But Russell did have intent and this certainly wasn’t his first kiss. Again he pulled Ashley into him, one arm under her and around her lower back, the other hand pulling her leg in at the thigh, rubbing her inner thigh up and down, then pulling her knee over his hip. It all happened so smoothly, Russell somehow opening Ashley’s thighs as he held her attention with a kiss, then exciting her with words of her beauty even as he moved his hand between her splayed legs.

Ashley was wearing a two piece, not quite a bikini but close enough. She was only slowly aware of where Russell had placed his hand but wasn’t sure of what to do about it. More problematic was when his fingers moved down to the inside of her suit, under her thigh, slipping his fingers under the fabric and into direct contact with her crotch. This is when Ashley pulled herself out of her magical trance and old him to stop it, to move his hand and be nice.

Instead of moving his fingers away Russell pulled her suit out and up the side of her thigh, pulling away that thin strip of cloth hiding her long length of labia, stretching it out, completely uncovering her lower lips while making room for his hand to push through her naked crotch. Ashley tried to roll away but found Russell had her in a tight immovable embrace. She moved her hand down to rearrange her suit, but Russell grabbed her hand and pulled it down to touch what she instantly knew was his long hard length of manhood.

Her eyes flew open and a flush of heat took her over as Russell whispered “Hold me Ashley. Help me. Does it feel good for you too?” She jerked her hand away but Russell’s cock remained, the hard naked thing pushing back and forth through her thighs and the exposed slit of black fur and thick womanly flesh that lay between her legs.

Ashley froze, unsure of what was happening, trying to figure out how she had gotten into this position. She tried to get up but was pushed against the arm of the lounge chair, and she found Russell holding her knee and thigh over his hip, his cock roaming free through her exterior bush. Locking her leg in with his elbow, Russell used his hand to continue moving his cock back and forth through her slit, and then toward the back of her crotch, wetting itself within Ashley’s folds, pushing in with a focused intent and looking for entrance.

Even as Ashley was doing what she was supposed to, telling Russell to stop and trying to move in different directions to escape his hold on her, the head of his cock popped into her. Her tight virgin lips somehow slipped aside and then locked him in, binding the two in a way Ashley was immediately aware of. The hard push past her useless hymen, the sharp shock of pain caused her to scream into Russell’s shoulder and pull him in, but then after the initial flash it was not so much pain she felt as being very uncomfortable.

She hoped that would be it, that she’d be able to escape and leave and nothing more would happen, but Russell used Ashley’s movements to push in deeper, to begin a full on fuck from underneath. Ashley was shocked into silence as she felt Russell begin to bounce up and into her, felt his penis penetrate and then go deeper into her vagina. She knew she shouldn’t be there, shouldn’t be doing this, but didn’t seem to have any way to stop Russell. So Ashley watched and felt and saw and listened as though another person experiencing it all from the outside and looking in.

Another minute passed and a few more inches were gained, Ashley’s initial grunts soon being interspersed with light moans in response to the in and out movement of Russell’s cock. Ashley’s mind was full of confusion, still unable to comprehend what was happening to her or inside of her, and yet Russell seemed to think it all normal, whispering into her ear of how beautiful she was and what a tight little cunt she had.

After what seemed to be an hour of effort, Russell finally stopped grinding his hips into Ashleys ass. He pulled Ashley in and kissed her head, told her about how wonderful it was to have his cock buried inside her. Then he asked her to sit up, moving back, actually pulling his cock out of her. Ashley really felt that, the feeling of her vagina being given its freedom washing through her loins and making her gasp. Ashley thought she was being allowed to go, but just the opposite. As Russell released his grip and helped her to sit up, instead of allowing Ashley to stand and escape his grasp, Russell pulled her over on top of his chest, rolling her over and pulling her into a hug, then pulling her face into another long kiss.

Ashley actually enjoyed this and for a second kissed Russell back, thinking his assault between her legs was over. When she regained her sense of self and tried to move away and escape she found his legs had locked her own legs down. As she tried to sit up he eased his hold on her, her torso rising with her legs split, straddling Russell’s groin and hips. She tried to stand and move away but his legs still held her down. That’s when Russell reached over to the side of her suit bottom, grabbing the strap on the side of her hip with both hands and ripping it apart. Before she could react Russell had pulled her back down into a reclining hug and within another second had again pushed his penis into her open thighs and naked bush.

This time it was Ashley’s fault, her attempt to move back and away from Russell causing her to impale herself on the hard pole, both her and Russell gasping at the penetration. Russell eased up on his tight hug and Ashley thought this her best chance to move away from him, to stand up and run, but as she sat up and tried to turn sideways, Russell bounced up with his hips, pushing her thighs further out and burying yet another inch of cock more deeply into her pussy.

Ashley felt no control over her body, shaking and unable to coordinate her thoughts or movements, holding onto the armrests of the chair then collapsing down onto his chest as Russell took complete control of their intimate union. Pinning her down with his legs, his arms around her back and on her ass, Ashley submitted to the slow in and out movement of Russell’s cock inside of her. He kissed her head, whispered about how hot and wet she was, and as he whispered unmentionable things into her ear, his cock went deeper into Ashley and slowly the overwhelming discomfort became not so much pleasurable as bearable.

Afterwards, later that night, she could still play some of his words through her mind, shaking her head at how unreal it had been, how untrue his words were, and how much she feared he was right. “Ashley, I can’t believe how wet you are, how ready you are for me. I’m so happy you let me do this, let me kiss you and love you. I was afraid you’d run away, but you stayed. You must have chosen that suit with me in mind. You look so hot, you acted so ready, as though you were begging me to kiss you and make love to you. You feel like you’ve been waiting for me to do this. You must have done this with a dozen other guys, but don’t think about them. You’re only with me now.”

It was all untrue, all words Ashley wanted to reject. Russell was telling Ashley that she must have wanted him to fuck her because of how she dressed and acted and chose to lay with him and kiss him and rub his cock when it was already inside of her. It was all untrue but she had no argument to throw back at him as Ashley was overwhelmed by Russell’s violent rampage inside of her. Russell was taking her over, forcing her, but for all of her resentment and outrage, Ashley also felt something beyond the discomfort of Russell’s manly presence pushing deeper inside of her. There was some pleasure, some deep desire that wanted more, some wonder at finally being close to a man who told her that he wanted only to be with her.

Because of this she endured it for another few minutes, knowing discomfort but also an awareness of sexual wonder, pulses of joy rising from places she didn’t know had existed before. Then a sharp pain made her cry out and tense. “Oh, sorry babe. I’ll be more careful” is all Russell said, pulling back a little further but never really stopping with the movement of his cock inside of her or the rocking motion of his hips.