Chapter 14: Rape Therapy

Bobbie came into my room one afternoon after school crying. It seems that one of her close friends had been raped by a boy at school. Bobbie was devastated! She couldn't understand how something as wonderful as sex could be badly perverted. I explained that rape wasn't about sex, it was about power and violence. The boy had been arrested and would be in jail for a long while but her friend, Katie, was having psychological problems.

We talked for a long while and cuddled while I convinced her that a girl should always be able to say no and mean it. "Did you ever feel pressured or coerced to have sex with me?" I asked. "No, I wanted it even more times than I could get it." "Well, if there's ever a time when you don't want to, you can always say no; to me or anyone else. If you ever feel that anyone is forcing you to do anything you don't want to, you come and tell me. I don't care who it is." I was feeling very protective. Bobbie seemed comforted and didn't mention anything else for a few days.

When the subject of Katie came up again, Bobbie still had a question. "Can you please help Katie get over this?" "Bobbie, I'm not a psychiatrist. She may need professional help." I called Candy in and we explained the problem. Candy agreed that a psychologist or psychiatrist was called for. She promised to see Katie and give her some referrals the next day. She also agreed with Bobbie.

"Katie doesn't trust men now. She needs to learn to trust again and learn that sex can be fun and pleasurable, not just an episode of pain and fear. I thought that therapy was best left to the professionals but agreed that Katie was always welcome to visit to swim and ride horses. I privately thought that horses were the best medicine a teenage girl could ever have.

Katie came home With Bobbie the next afternoon. She was a thin, dark haired girl with a complexion that was pale and vaguely French. She had a wary look in her dark eyes that never left as long as I was with them. They had a quick snack and went out to the stables to saddle horses. The girls rode all over the property, enjoying the freedom and power of the horses. They returned exhausted and happy, cares and troubles forgotten.

These afternoon rides became a regular occurrence for two or three afternoons a week. Katie slowly came out of her shell and became almost talkative. She was continuing weekly sessions with a psychologist but I was convinced that the horses should be getting most of the credit.

I was swimming laps in the pool one afternoon when Bobbie and Katie came back in from riding. They were sweaty and tired and wanted to cool off in the pool. I made them shower first but soon they arrived squealing and laughing as they tumbled into the refreshing water. I was resting in the shallow end when Bobbie swam up and seated herself on my lap. Katie came close also and for once didn't seem to mind being near a strange man. They were soon both splashing and ducking me, having fun with the exuberance of youth. When Bobbie gave me a quick kiss, it seemed only natural when Katie followed suit.

Katie stopped suddenly; aware that she had stepped over a boundary that she hadn't known existed. She smiled and sat beside us, relieved that she had touched a man and nothing had happened. Bobbie paused in her laughter also, sensing that her friend was dealing with strong emotions. Katie took a deep breath and looking straight at me, gave me a solid kiss. As kisses go, it wasn't much, but to Katie, it was a demonstration of her determination not to let her terrible ordeal ruin her life.

Bobbie and I grinned and pulled Katie over to us and gave her a big hug. We continued until I stood up and dumped both girls shrieking into the pool. I laughed and left the teenagers to their fun and went to my rooms.

I had showered to clean off the pool chemicals and got dressed when a knock came on the door. It was Bobbie and she wanted to talk. "Are you ready to help Katie?" I pretended I didn't know what she was talking about. "What do you mean?" "You know; get over her fear of sex." "Bobbie, she's seeing a therapist. I don't want to interfere in her treatment." "Glenn, she's had enough treatment. She needs to prove to herself that all men aren't bastards." "Maybe all men ARE bastards." "You're not. You're sweet. You'll help her won't you?" she begged. I guess I'm a sucker for a woman who begs for help; especially a cute little girl that I love. It was like my own daughter asking. "OK, what do you want me to do?" "Just be nice to her. She really likes you."

Bobbie went to the door and let Katie in who was, evidently, waiting just outside. Both girls were still wearing their bikinis which left little to the imagination. Katie's body was lean and solid. There didn't seem to be an extra ounce of fat anywhere Her hair was still wet and stringy and the dark contrasted with Bobbie's dark red. Where Bobbie's skin was white with a few freckles, Katie was flawlessly dusky.

Katie came over to me and looked up shyly. I leaned down and kissed her lightly and then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom with Bobbie padding along behind. I placed her on the bed and stripped off my shirt. Katie's big eyes roamed over me, actually seeing a grown male body as if for the first time. She swallowed and hugged my waist, her face buried in my belly. I stroked her hair and waited for her to signal that she was ready to move on. Bobbie wasn't reluctant all and stripped off her bikini, baring her creamy tits and fiery bush. She stood behind me, pressing her young body against me.

Katie's eye widened again when she looked up to see Bobbie's nudity. I stroked her back, soothing her nervousness and relieving her tension. She reached behind her and pulled the string on her bikini top, allowing it to drop to the bed. Her tits were barely swelling in her chest, punctuated by hardening nipples. I knelt down and kissed one, taking just the nipple into my mouth while I stroked the other with careful fingers. She giggled at first but then started panting as the sensations grew in her body. She clutched me to her body and kissed my head feverishly.

Bobbie had been mostly left out but she understood that this time was for Katie. She caressed whatever she could reach and pressed her sex into my shoulder. I thought Katie was gone far enough with my breast play and dipped a hand between her slim thighs. She squirmed and gasped but made no complaint and I pressed her insistently. I raised up from her breast and kissed her thoroughly, my tongue pushing briefly between her lips. She responded with enthusiasm, kissing me back with an open mouth and spreading her legs to my touch.