Boy Next Door

As a sophomore in high school, my figure attracts more than it’s share of attention. Much more than I’m comfortable with. My dimensions are 36D breasts, 23 inch waist, 34 inch hips. Yup, I’m built like a freakin’ Barbie doll, only shorter. I’m such a prude that my ex-boyfriend never even got to cop a feel. He was very disappointed by this. His tales about our “sexcapades” were over the top and many. My looks, combined with his stories tagged me as a slut. This was especially unfair as no man had even viewed my magnificent rack, let alone had sex with me. This unearned reputation was the cause of many unwanted offers and dirty suggestions. I’ve learned to just ignore it.
For years, I have lived across the street from Marc Hawthorne. As much as I had worshipped him from afar, he had never given me the time of day. He wasn’t mean or unkind. He just simply didn’t seem to notice me. For the past year, he had been dating my nemesis, Suzy Edwards. She must have sensed my crush, because she became especially nasty and possessive when I came around. Marc had soft brown hair, liquid brown eyes, an athletic build, and the most beautiful smile. I would take walks past his house and linger near his locker, trying to get him to notice me.
The three of us were in speech and debate, constantly thrown together for evening practice sessions and weekend competitions. My big moment came after a meeting at the school ended prematurely, and I needed a ride home. There was snow piled on the ground, it was cold, and I was under dressed wearing only a skirt, a long-sleeved shirt with snap closures and flat dress shoes. Too cold to wait an hour for my mom to come get me. Marc was a year older than I and the proud owner of a Ford truck with a bench seat. Knowing we were neighbors, the speech and debate coach asked Marc to give me a ride home. I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven! It would be just the two of us, no Suzy to get in the way.
During the drive home, Marc was extremely quiet. I took this as a sign of rejection and kept silent as well. When we were nearly to our turn off, Marc glanced at me and said, “Nikki, do you mind if I ask you something?” I felt my heart skip a beat. “No, not at all. What is it?”, I replied, thinking he was going to ask me out. He shook his head. “No, never mind. I shouldn’t have said anything.” “Come on Marc. You can talk to me.” I encouraged. “What were you going to say?” He shook his head again and missed our turn. He slowed the car a little and looked over at me. “Can I touch your breasts? I’ve been wanting to ask you this for years. They are so beautiful!”
I was shocked and dismayed. This wasn’t at all what I had expected, dreamed of, hoped for. “No, Mark, you can’t.” , I said softly. “I’m not that kind of girl.” He should his head and looked over at me, his eyes reflecting the light from a streetlamp. “You say that so nicely, so sweetly. Please, let me. You don’t understand. I have to do this! If I don’t I could get sick and die. You don’t know how it feels! I have wanted to do this for so long. You are so beautiful and you have the biggest breasts in school. Every night I think of you.” I noticed that he was still driving, beyond our neighborhood and out of town. I pointed this out to him, but he ignored me. He became quiet again and his expression hardened. About three miles past our neighborhood, in the middle of nowhere, he pulled over and parked.
Turning towards me, he demanded I show him my breasts. “Come on Nikki. Don’t be stupid. Just give me a peek. I won’t tell anyone I promise.” he demanded. I slid as close to the passenger door as a could. He reached out and grabbed the front of my shirt and gave it a yank. The snaps came undone simultaneously, displaying my breasts to him. I tried to pull the shirt closed, but he grabbed my wrists and held my hands out to the side. “God, you are beautiful.”, he breathed. His expression was no longer hard, but lustful and excited. He let go of one of my wrists, so he could grope my breasts. I kept trying to fight him with my freed hand, but he just batted it away and proceeded to pull my breasts out of my bra cups.
Struggling, I pulled away enough to feel for the door lock and pull it up. It was narrowed at the top and I couldn’t get a grip on it. I searched the console for the unlock button and noticed that he had unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. I had never seen a man’s penis before. It was ugly and bigger than I had expected. I panicked and renewed my efforts to unlock the door manually, but my fingers kept slipping. He grabbed my long hair, wrapping it around his hand, and pulled me close. He began kissing and sucking on my breasts while fondling me and stroking his erection. His breathing was heavy and his hands shook with excitement. I felt sad and afraid. I had such a crush on him. If he had just pretended to like me, he probably could have seduced me into some heavy petting, but this was just insulting.
He tried to use my hair as leverage to force me into giving him a blowjob, but that didn’t work. I would have bitten him anyway. I continued to struggle against him, but my strength was no match for his and he easily overpowered me. I realized I was holding back because I didn’t really want to hurt him. As disappointed as I was in his lack of interest in dating me, I still cared about him a lot after having a huge crush on him for the past three years. He was holding my wrists together behind my back, causing me to arch, giving him better access to my body. One of his hands flipped up my skirt and partially ripped off my panties, giving him full access to my crotch. I was really getting scared and froze when I felt him explore my womanly center. No one had ever touched my body like this. He was so clumsy as he searched for my wet slit, but I was still surprised at how good it felt.
He started to kiss me as he stroked my clit and finger fucked me. I was so tight. He started with one finger. Sliding it in and out, then bringing it back up slightly to rub me. I felt a strange pressure building, low in my stomach and pushed my hips forward. I didn’t understand what was happening. My will to resist was weakening. He continued kissing me, while whispering softly in my ear, telling me how beautiful I was and how long he had wanted this. I felt weak and boneless, my wits completely scattered with my entire consciousness focused on this wonderful sensation between my legs. I started to tremble.
Sensing his opportunity, Marc yanked his pants down to his knees and used his body to force me into a reclining position on the bench seat of his truck. His knees were between mine forcing my legs apart, exposing my naked lower half with his weight holding me down. My left leg was trapped under his body and my right leg was forced off the seat, under the steering wheel. I squirmed, trying to get away, but didn’t have the room or leverage to succeed. “Come on Nikki,” he cajoled. “It won’t hurt. I promise.” He finger fucked me again while stimulating me, this time with two fingers, stretching my virgin pussy. I was hypnotized by the waves of pleasure this caused and ceased all struggles, closing my eyes and becoming very still.
I felt him probing, stroking his cock up and down the wet entrance to my body, but in my innocence, thought it was just him fingering me again. Placing one of his hands under my hips, he held me tight as he started penetration. Being so inexperienced, I was unsure of what was happening until I felt him rip through my maidenhead. It didn’t happen all at once. It took a series of hard strokes, each one pushing him deeper inside. He called out my name over and over as he violated me. “Nikki, oh god. Nikki. Oh god, oh god!” The pain brought me to my senses and I resumed my struggle in earnest, trying to expel him from my body. Using both hands to hold my waist, he plunged in deep with all of his strength, pumping quickly in and out. I cried out in p
ain and begged him to
stop, pushing at his shoulders with my hands. He was beyond control and took his own pleasure, denying me mine, fucking me harder and faster.
Gasping for breath, he shoved his cock in as deep as it would go, pulling my hips to him and screamed his orgasm deep in throat. His hips pulsed against mine as he spilled his hot kum deep within my womb. His body collapsed on top of mine and the friction of his shirt felt rough against my bare nipples. He held me to him as he rubbed his face in my hair. “Oh god, thank you, thank you, thank you.”, he muttered to himself. “That was so good. So much better than I thought it would be.” I don’t know if he was talking to himself or to me. He pulled himself up on one elbow, looking me in the face. He saw tears washing my cheeks and leaned over to kiss me. Reaching down with his other hand, he explored my soft, swollen pussy with his fingers, stroking them gently in and out. Using the wetness filling me, he rubbed my clit quickly bringing me to a new level of excitement. My hips jerked toward him in response and my entire body trembled. I cried out as my first orgasm took over. He continued to stimulate me, without stopping as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure took over my body. My hips were bucking against his hand over and over has I continued to orgasm. I finally grabbed his hand and begged him to stop. I just couldn’t take anymore.
He sat up and put his clothes back together as I did the same. We didn’t look at each other. He drove us home in silence, like nothing had happened, dropped me off in front of my driveway, then parked in his. I walked into the house, dazed and disoriented, then took a hot shower. He never did ask me out, and he’s still dating Suzie. I’ve thought about telling someone, but I don’t think they would believe me. Nothing’s changed between us. He has never asked me out and unbelievably, I still like him.

Dear Readers,
This is the embellished truth from younger days. I hope you enjoy reading this. Please leave comments either negative or positive.