Chapter 16

Friday night meant only one thing where we lived. Varsity football or basketball.

It had been seven weeks since Linda had come home from vacation in Florida, to tell me she had been violently raped.

Linda has been my girlfriend and soulmate since fifth grade.

After the initial shock had passed, we set about to help her healing and, hopefully, recovery.

She only allowed her closest friends and family around. For a long time she didn't want to leave the house unless her father was with her.

Lindas' father was the High School football and basketball coach.

On Friday nights I stayed with her until the game was over and her parents got home. Her mother took these games as an opportunity to get away for a while.

This whole ordeal had taken its' toll on everyone.

Linda had good days and bad ones. There were times when she would wake screaming and could not go back to sleep.

Her mother would always stay up with her but it was getting to her. She was a strong woman but felt helpless to help Linda.

Both her parents had encouraged me to spend as much time with her as I could. Some nights I even slept on their couch. There was a guest room but it was at the opposite end of the house. They had converted the garage into a bedroom, but I was afraid that Linda might need me so I always slept on the couch.

I had to run a few errands for my Grandmother after school so I dropped Linda off at her Aunt's house.

Lindas' Aunt Karen lived about a mile from Linda in one of the biggest houses in the county. She had been the topic of gossip in our community for eight years.

Karen had, at the age of twenty eight, married the seventy three year old father of the City Banks' President.

He died seventeen months after they were married. Grandmother swears Karen fucked him to death. She has never said why she thinks that, but she was working the emergency room the night they brought him in.

Karen was going to bring Linda home. After I finished my errands, I was going to stay until Lindas' parents got home.

It was about sixty thirty when I drove up Lindas' driveway.

Karen was sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette. Smoking wasn't allowed in the house. None of us smoked anyway.

"Linda's asleep." she said " She had a panic attack on the way over here. She took two of her pills and went to sleep."

" I should have been here" I replied. I told Karen I was going to check on her.

"It isn't your fault, you know she has them even when you are here" she said " She's not going to wake up for hours. You can go check on her though, I know it will make you feel better."

The lamp by her bed was always on. As I pushed open her door, I saw she had kicked off the covers. She was wearing only her bra and panties. I hesitated at the door. I had never, other than a glimpse here and there, seen her like this.

I jerked when a hand touched my back.

"Go on, it's okay, she will never know you saw anything" Karen whispered from behind me.

She giggled at my sudden movement. I hadn't heard her come up behind me. She pushed me through the door.

"It's okay, you're just checking on her, my God" she continued " The bruises have all healed except her eye and a couple of places on her breasts."

The doctors had told us that two of the marks on her breasts would probably never go away. The gouges had been very deep.

I walked over to the bed. Linda was on her back. Her right leg was straight out, spread slightly towards the middle of the bed. Her left leg was bent at the knee and cocked way up. I could see bright red hair curling from under her panties at both sides and the top. She was a lot hairier than I had imagined.

I went to the side of the bed, leaned over and kissed her lightly on her forehead. She didn't stir.

As I raised up, I could see the valley between her breasts.

I had not had sex in the seven weeks since this happened. I had lost all desire. Linda and I had only ever petted.

I wasn't looking at a rape victim, I only saw the woman I intended to live the rest of my life with, lying in a state of undress I had only imagined. I was becoming aroused.

"Let's go back to the porch and let her sleep" I had forgotten Karen was standing behind me.

I blushed bright red.

Karen smiled as she turned for the door.

As we started down the hall, I couldn't help but notice Karen was wearing a very short terrycloth bathrobe. I hadn't noticed what she was wearing when I arrived. It was swaying back and forth with the motion of her hips.

Instead of going to the porch, Karen went to the sofa. She sat on one end and took the other.

She turned slightly towards my side of the couch, curled her left leg under her right and pulled a throw cushion into her lap.

I sat facing forward, legs together, praying for my growing erection to go away. The stirring I had felt while looking at Linda had died when Karen spoke and then came back stronger as I had watched her butt swaying down the hall.

I was still blushing bright red.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about" Karen said in a very low, and it seemed to me, sexy voice.

"You were having a normal reaction to seeing a girls partially nude body. I know you have never see her like that. She talks to me a lot these days. She has told me that you two have never gone all the way."

I turned to look at her, not believing that Linda would talk to anybody about sex. Not after what she had been through.

As I looked blankly at Karen, I could see that the pillow she was fiddling with in her lap did little to hide her open thighs and hint of blue panties.

"Can I tell you something very personal?" she asked, keeping her voice low.

I nodded, I was fighting my erection and losing the battle.

"Can I trust you not to say anything to anyone? It is something only two people know and I surely wouldn't want Linda to know."

I found my voice enough to say " Yes."

" I was raped." she said flatly. No emotion, just matter of fact.

" It was a long time ago. I was eleven. He was thirteen. We lived next door to each other. We would go to his tree house to smoke. One day he told me how sexy I looked. We had played touchy feely many times but never more than play."

" He told I was pretty. He said my titties were very cute. They had just started tenting my t-shirts and most of the time I would poke my chest out to make them look bigger."

"He said my ass was very pretty. It was round and had taken form in the last couple of months."

" I was getting that tingly feeling in my pussy like when I rubbed myself there, only better."

"My body was responding to his voice. It was soft and sweet. He asked if he could see my titties. I hesitated. He just smiled at me. I pulled mu t-shirt up over my titties. He asked if he could touch then for just a minute. I was feeling very warm. I was a good feeling."

" I told him okay for just a minute but when he touched my nipples with the palms of his hands, it felt like thousand of little needles was sticking me. I had never felt this good."

"I told him he could play a little longer if he wanted.He smiled at me and asked if he could kiss me. His lips were soft. He told me to open my mouth a little. It was a weird feeling having him probe my mouth with his tongue but I didn't stop him. It was all so wonderful."

" While he was kissing me, he dropped his hand to my shorts and rubbed my pussy. I was having a hard time breathing."

" He asked me if he could see my pussy. By this time I didn't care what he saw or touched. I just didn't want that feeling to go away."

" He told me to remove my shorts and panties. I dropped them to the floor of the tree house and went ahead and removed my t-shirt. I was totally naked for him."

He asked if he could touch my ass. I told him yes. My breathing was getting faster. He out both hands on my ass and massaged, all the time telling me how good it felt and how beautiful I was. His hands worked between my legs and he ran a finger across my hairless pussy. It felt so good that I parted my legs to allow more access."

I had been staring at her the whole time. I let my gaze fall to her lap. The pillow was gone. She had moved around. I could plainly see her panties. They were so wet that I could see her slit. As I watched, she moved a hand to her panties and started to rub her pussy. When I looked up, her eyes had turned glassy. She smiled and continued her story.

" He told me he could make me feel much better if I wanted. I couldn't imagine it could get any better than what I was feeling but I told him okay."

" He leaned into me and took a titty in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over my nipple and the strangest thing happened. I was l ready moist where his fingers were playing with my pussy. My body started to shake. It felt like I was peeing myself."

"I guess he sensed my apprehension because he told me that it was supposed to do that."

"He gently pulled me to the floor. He asked me if he could kiss my pussy. I just nodded. When his tongue crossed my slit and flicked my clit, I came unglued. My hips were hunching up, wanting more. I couldn't get enough. I told him I wanted more of that felling."

"That is when he raised up to kneel between my legs. I hadn't seen him take off his pants but he was kneeling there with the biggest cock I had ever seen. Of course I hadn't seen many."