We all do silly or stupid things in our lives. Sometimes we learn by our mistakes, sometimes we go on and repeat them again. Thinking, phew that was a close call ... but what the heck, I got away with it so it doesn't really matter. Some unfortunately don't get away with it and pay the ultimate penalty ... their lives. I was lucky and I did learn from my experience so I can now relate it to you.

I was still at school, around fifteen or sixteen at the time. I guess I was just like any other silly teen-age schoolgirl. My bedroom plastered with who ever was our latest idol ... couldn't wait to become grown up. Parents were just a drag, after all what did they know about teen-age daughters, always wanting to spoil you're fun. "No Laura, you can't go out dressed like that ... what will the neighbors think?"

"But Sally Holstrom's parents let Sally dress like this" my stock standard reply, as it was Sally's reply to her parents. After all we were teen-agers for god's sake, we knew it all. "You worry too much mum ... I know how to take care of myself" did I? Well I thought so.

It was most probably my school uniform that attracted him. I think it attracted most men like him. Short skirts almost showing our knickers, school blouse unbuttoned mainly. Yes his mind must have been working overtime as he cruised past us each day, eyeing each and every one of us, until he finally decided I was the one. Short skirt, long legs and blond hair held in a ponytail ... yes I was the one. Like a lion or wild animal, following the herd and finally deciding on its next meal ... I was the one.

I'd never seen him cruising or eyeing us up and I guess neither had any of the other girls ... after all why should we? We had more important things on our mind ... like who was going out with whom and did Sandra Potts really sleep with Jason Rhodes ... nah it was all made up surely. Like most girls we had discussed sex. "Given the chance would you... ? And so the discussion would begin on would you or wouldn't you ... most said they would like to try it ... but were a little scared to do so.

The first time he came to my attention was when he drove slowly passed me and waved. I instinctively waved back, after all most of us do, someone waves at you and you wave back, then think who the heck was that, I don't know them. Perhaps they were waving to someone else, or had mistaken me for someone else ... let's be honest we've all done it haven't we.

It wasn't coincidence that I saw him again whilst I was crossing the road. His car, a very nice silver Jaguar cruised past me ... the drivers smiling face and a little wave in my direction. This time I didn't return the wave, but there was no mistaking it was addressed to me, after all there was no one else next to me.

I was being followed ... stalked I suppose is the correct term. I was starting to see him more and more. The Mall, the high street shops, any where I went he seemed to pop up, always a charming friendly smile and a wave.

I guess I just got used to seeing him, he never seemed to pose any threat and perhaps I had an admirer, albeit an older man ... well he seemed about the same age as dad and was handsome.

I never divulged to my friends that this guy was following me ... as a group we continued to confide our fantasies with one another. One of mine was having an affair with an older guy ... which surprisingly two other friends also had similar fantasies.

The thing was I started having sexual fantasies about this guy ... what I'd let him do if we ever got to meet ... my finger suddenly becoming his penis. I found myself responding more and more to his smiles and little waves ... encouraging him I guess, the more I responded the greater his confidence became.

It was the week of our exams. I'd pinched one of dads' cigarettes to smoke later in the day ... I know, I know smoking's not good for you ... stunts your growth or something.

I was in the high street and had just taken a lungful of nicotine when the guy came out of the shop and banged straight into me ... suddenly my heart was racing like mad and my legs turned to jelly.

"Oh sorry love ... my fault ... should have been looking where I was going ... you OK?" he asked

"Oh ... yes ... yes ... thanks" I stammered.

He produced a packet of cigarettes, removed one and asked me for a light.

"Forgot to ask for matches" he said.

Once he got it going he took a lungful of smoke, exhaled then offered the pack to me.

"Would you like me to give you one?" he asked.

Of course this had no reference to the packet of cigarettes he was holding in front of me. It was the easiest and safest way to ask if I wanted a shag, after all if questioned all he had done was offer me a cigarette.

I blushed a little, my heart started to pound faster, I smiled and looked nervously at the people around me. No one was the least bit interested in my admirer or me. I was starting to tremble, not with the cold but with excitement. Oh god he wanted us to go somewhere and fuck. Now if I'd been sensible I would have told him to get lost you perverted old bugger ... but I didn't, instead I said yeah ... ok, I would.

The cigarettes now vanishing into his pocket, he'd received the answer he wanted and didn't need them anymore

He smiled that charming smile "That's good ... can I give you a lift home?"

"Yeah ... that would be good" I replied.

He steered me away from the high street to the car park area. The amber lights flashed on his car as he pointed the auto door key toward it. It looked new and shiny, with real leather trim, unlike dads Toyota and the doors shut with a clunk, rather that a bang.

"Best you buckle up love ... don't want anything to happen to you eh?"

Once buckled ... he started the car which purred like a cat and we left the area.

Of course he had not asked where I lived, because we weren't heading in that direction ... well not yet. He kept to the commercial side of town, passing workshops, factories and derelict building. I watched the world slip by ... then felt his hand on my thigh ... my skirt was well up so I was showing plenty of it. His hand was hot and he, like me, seemed to be trembling a little, perhaps he was as nervous as I was. I made no attempt to move it; I saw little point in doing so. It merely endorsed what I was in his car for. His hand moved up and between my thighs. I parted my legs a little, a searching finger found my wet pussy.

"Oh I see you want this as much as me eh?"

When I turned toward him. His face was bathed in a broad smile.

He turned the car into a derelict building site, the building itself long gone. "Good Commercial site for sale" read the Real Estate sign.

He parked the car up beside an old wall that had once formed part of the building and turned off the engine ... silence.

I heard the click of his seat belt as he unfastened it, followed by another as he undid mine ... the seat belt retracting silently and smoothly.

He put his arm was around my shoulder and I was looking into his blue eyes ... which seemed to shine bright.

"You're a very beautiful young girl you know" he said

I blushed and said thank you, his fingers already undoing the buttons on my blouse. With the last one undone he pulled it apart and gazed at my bare midriff and bra covered breasts. One hand cupping and squeezing.

"Mmmm that feels nice ... you have nice tits as well my love"

I gave a smile and again thanked him for the compliment.

His lips brushed gently against mine. "What's your name love?" he asked.

"Laura ... Laura Bishop" I murmured.

"Mmmm I like it ... you suit Laura" he said, then his lips were kissing mine full bodied and passionate. I gave a murmur and putting my hands behind his neck, pulled him toward me ... mouths open ... tongues fighting each other's in deadly combat.

I had learned to kiss. I'd learned in the back seat of different boy friends cars ... whilst they had all come close to getting it ... none had succeeded so far.

His hand had not been idle ... I felt it under my bra, pushing it upward and over my breasts ... now his hand grabbed and squeezed bare flesh ... finger and thumb twirling my nipple, making breasts firm and nipples stand on end ... I squirmed, moaned and sighed at his touch.

The kissing stopped, his mouth found my breast and started to suckle upon it. "Oh god ... oh my god" I moaned.

The hand that had been attached to my breast, was now working up my leg and thigh. I twisted toward him a little, parting my legs part. His fingers looped under my panties, found my wet pussy and slid inside.

"Oh my gosh ... you want this as much as I do don't you?" he said as his fingers slid and slurped inside my wet pussy.

"Mmm ... yes ... yes, I do" I murmured in response, bighting my lip.

"Let's go in the back seat ... it's easier to fuck in there sweetheart"

The car windows were already steaming up, a faint haze now starting to form.

We quickly went from front to back, if anyone was watching us we never noticed, then again we never really looked.

He stretched me out fully, pushed my legs apart and lay between them, taking up where we had left off, then I felt his hands tugging at my panties, coaxing them down. Suddenly I panicked ... I'd gone this far with other guys before and then had stopped ... went no further.

"No ... no ... I can't ... I just can't" I said, pushing against him.

"Oh come on honey ... you can ... you can do this ... you'll enjoy it, you'll see"

"No ... no ... please ... I've never done this before" I replied, still trying hard to push him off.

"It's fine ... it's fine you'll like it ... you'll see" he said, continuing to tug at my panties.

Again I told him I didn't want to go any further. That's when the friendly smiling face became a snarl.

"Listen sweetheart, you're going to have to learn you can't get a guy all boned up and just walk away ... now come on ... let's do what we came here to do"

I started to wonder what he would do if I continued to refuse, maybe I'd be another statistic in the police files ... strangled and raped. I realized I'd gone too far with this guy ... he wasn't one of my school boy friends and right now he looked mean ... I stopped pushing him away.

"That's better love ... it's going to be OK ... trust me"

I felt my panties being pulled down and off altogether ... finishing up on the floor. His weight pushed me into the soft leather upholstery and the smile had returned to his face. He shuffled a little found his fly and pulled it down. The thing that brushed my thigh was warm and hard ... first it was his fingers delving and playing with my pussy ... the hard warm thing continued to press against my thigh ... then it was the turn of the warm hard thing.

"Oh my god ... oh my god ... ohhhhhh!" I screamed as he entered and thrust inside me. He wasn't wasting any time already his ass was rising and falling, making the hard warm thing work inside of me. He was fucking me, it was my first fuck.

He must have liked my reaction to his penetration. "Big eh ... did you think it was going to be so big?" he asked a smug smile on his face.

"How do you like being fucked Laura ... do you like it?" his ass pounding between my legs.

"Oh god ... oh my god" was all I could say

"Is this really your first time Laura ... is that right"

"Yes ... yes" I gasped as he humped away.

"Well then lucky me eh ... and lucky you ... you do realize you've just lost your virginity ... you can always tell the grandkids you lost it in the back seat of a Jaguar ... most loose it in the back seat of a Honda or Toyota ... but not you Laura ... nothing but the best ... back seat of a Jaguar" that smile continuing to be displayed.

"Oh god please be careful ... please" I begged him

"What's up Laura ... not on the pill are we?" he asked still smiling.

"No ... no I'm not ... just be careful ... please" I begged again.

"Oh and me not wearing a condom ... we do seem to have ourselves a little problem here ... or at least you do Laura"

"Oh god no please ... please don't make me pregnant I beg of you"

"Beg of me Laura eh ... well don't worry my sweet I won't get you pregnant" and he continued to thrust and hump.

"You're nice and tight my love ... that's what I like about young girls ... nice and tight ... you have a lovely sweet little cunt ... you're a real good fuck Laura ... a real good fuck"

I didn't know if that was a compliment or not. It wasn't as I had imagined it in my fantasies ... somehow it all seemed different ... not quite as romantic.

His motion became quicker, fast deep strokes, urgency in his breathing and then "Ohhhhh ... mmmmm ... ahhhhhhh" I realized he'd cum.

"Oh god no ... no ... you said you'd be careful ... wouldn't get me pregnant"