Chapter 1

The first time she had done it was for some beer. It wasn’t that she was a prude, but the opportunity had never really come up for her to have sex. But when her parents left town for the weekend, she had decided to throw her first, and ultimately only, party. She had let people know about it and invited a lot of people she barely knew. She was new to this high school and she desperately wanted to make friends. What better way than a parent-free party? She had spent almost all the money she had saved up for food and snacks and put away all the valuable shit, but she was still lacking alcohol. She tried a few stores with her fake id, but they were honest employees and ran her off. With the party coming up the next day, she was frantic.

So, going to one of the few stores within walking distance, she’d asked a couple men and women to buy her some booze. She was a bit nervous as they already lived in the sketchy part of town, but even then, people were rejecting her. Frustrated, she was leaving when a man whistled at her from the back alley by the store near the dumpster.

“You need someone to buy some shit for you honey?” he asked. He looked a bit dirty, smelled worse, and was clearly an alcoholic. She thought about bolting, but if she failed to have any beer or drinks, any chance of fitting in would be gone.

“Um, yeah. I have the money and a list. You don’t even have to get everything on it, just beers and shit would be fine,” she said nervously as she fumbled out a couple hundred dollars. “Listen, anything left over is yours, should be like 30 bucks or something.” She was nervous when he stepped close and took her money. She feared he was just gonna run off when he reached out and stroked her arm, making her flinch.

“I’ll do it on one condition,” he said, grabbing her arm and jerking her against the wall behind the dumpster. She was about to scream, eyes wet and terrified, when he covered her mouth. “Relax, we just need a bit of privacy little girl,” he said. As he held her mouth, his free hand slid down her chest to her exposed belly, rubbing it, brushing her jean shorts, before unzipping and pulling his cock out. “Stroke it, suck it, and I’ll do it. Otherwise, fuck off,” he said. He stepped back a bit and when she didn’t move, he grabbed her hand and put it on his cock. He moved against her, pressing her into the corner between the side of the dumpster and the building. “I said stroke it.”

And she did. Tears running down her face, filled with self-loathing, she did. It wasn’t the first time she’d had a cock in her hand. She was 16, she’d jerked a couple boyfriends off and sucked them. But the smell of garbage, his strong breath, she struggled to do as told. She tried to think of the party. It would be worth it for that, she thought. At least, she tried to convince herself of that. He took her hand and had her aim his cock at her belly button, pushing into it, making her hand slide up and down his member. She suddenly had the urge to vomit and he let her turn, puking, bile splattering against her feet. She felt his hand on her head, pushing her down. When she tried to resist, he told her to relax and just close her eyes and open her mouth. And she did.

“That’s a good girl. Just relax and tap my leg if you get sick again, ok?” he asked. He said it like it was the most normal of things as she tasted his dirty cock, sweaty and salty, as it was shoved into her mouth. She tapped his leg, throwing up again, but when he pushed in again, he held her head tight as he pumped furiously, gagging her. Then heat filled her mouth, as he pressed deep and came. She swallowed most of it, but when he pulled out, she spat up what remained. He pulled her up, wiped her eyes, and kissed her.

“See? I knew you were a big girl. I’ll be right back,” he said. He walked off and she leaned against the wall, sobbing and rubbing her eyes. Shaking, she straightened herself and waited, her heart racing. Part of her just wanted to run and leave the memory behind. But she couldn’t. Several minutes later he came out, struggling to carry all the beer and alcohol.

“Where’s your car?” he asked and saw the blank look on her face. “For fucks sake, you thought you could carry all of it?” he asked. He then walked slowly to a car in the next lot, setting it down. “Come here, dammit.” She walked over, looking down and feeling stupid.

“What’s your address? I’ll drive you,” he said. When she hesitated, he grabbed her chin. “Listen, I’m leaving right now if you don’t tell me and I’m taking this shit with me. So fucking tell me now.”

She whimpered but told him her address and he opened the door for her. It reeked of alcohol as well and she sat nervously. He got in the car, then looked at her. “You’re a lot of trouble, girl. Maybe you should thank me?” As soon as he said that, he grabbed her left tit, groping it, his eyes watching her.

“How old are you?” he asked, and she barely managed to mutter sixteen. “Mmm, let’s see them,” he told her, jerking up her shirt and down her bra. He grinned sadistically as he pawed at her pale soft globes. “Let me finger you and then we’ll go,” he said, unbuttoning her shorts. She just froze, as he pulled them down and touched her sex through her old panties.