Toni went to school in another town and had noticed me first as I had edged her out in the Ohio State
Scholarship exams in the seventh grade. She did her research and had a friend at my school invite me
to a party. We spent almost every waking moment of our summer together in our 13th year. It was a
platonic friendship at first and then at the eight grade Thanksgiving sockhop, Toni put the move on
me. For the next three years it was kissing and rubbing hands around above the waist. She would not
go further because she wanted to get married in white. I was not popular in school and I dated no one
else but Toni went on a dates. I burned with jealousy but there was nothing else I could do. Toni's
parents were always pressuring her to date the son of their stake's bishop but he wasn't her type. By
senior year Toni was allowing me to rub my ands on her ass and push her pelvis into my erection as
we kissed--but always standing up. She was very clear where the line was and she crossed it only once
when she gave me my 17th birthday present: continued stroking of my cock through the fabric of my
trousers until I came. I was utterly besotted by her and considered this interlude the most outstanding
present I had ever received. Meanwhile I was getting more and more discouragement from Toni's
parents as they made it clear that I was not to get serious about Toni. Toni went to her prom with the
son of this bishop and I was too heartbroken to go to mine with anybody but Toni but her parents had
put their foot down firmly on me. Toni was on my doorstep at 6 a.m. the morning after the prom.
Girls did not come to boys houses announced and certainly not unannounced and not at 6 a.m. when I
was growing up. I bless my parents for being understanding and realizing something serious was up.
My parents consented for me to sit in her car for a private talk provided I did not leave with her and
that we sit away from each other. This prince of Toni's parents' dreams had driven Toni to a seedy
motel and when Toni refused to get out of the car, he raped her right on the front seat, pushed her
out of the cars and drove off. Toni called her parents whose only concern was that she had spoiled
her biggest and best ever marriage prospect by behaving so badly. The idea of date rape was far from
ever thought of in those days. Toni was accused of having led him on by even being at such a seedy
motel and besides, it was ok because they were soon to be married any way. Toni asked me if I would
like to go all the way with her. I told her that I wanted her but it would be the wrong reason if she
was doing it to get even with her parents or with the creep that her parents forced upon her. She said
it was more like the birthday present she gve me, that I was the guy she always wanted to make out
with the most and I was the one who pressured her the least. She never gave anybody else what she
had given me but plenty had been taken from her and I shouldn't be jealous because if she didn't give
willingly she had not been had. She wanted to give to me willingly and to take back the soverntry of
her body. I offered next weekend but she wanted to do it today. If I was to do it we would do it right.
I asked her to get into her prom dress and to pack an overnight case because I was taking her to
Cincinnati (about 50 miles away) to the Maison Paris (a very expensive restaurant) and don't expect
to make it to church service the next morning. Her prom dress was torn and besides she would not be
able to get away if she went home. Could we leave now?, she asked. She got the idea of going to a
friend's house and borrowing the things she needed. I told my parents what happened, (except for the
offer of the big gift) and that we were going to make or own prom in Cincinnati and not to wait up.
Toni was back in an hour with two suitcases--could we get a room someplace nice--please?, she asked.
I simply nodded. By the time I got the bank, I got used to the idea and I drew out a huge amount of
money. We got out of town and on the way, while Toni bought a toothbrush I bought condoms--the
75-cent lambskin variety. While Toni nipped into a bridal shop to buy suitable "sleep wear", I nipped
into a jewelers to buy two gold bands--the Hilton Towers (Iwas going for broke by this time)
probably would be picky just who they would let register. At the Hilton, the clerk was oh so
charming as he congratulated us. We wanted to sink through the floor right there in the lobby which
was exactly the proper reaction if we wanted to curtail questions. We did the Cincinnati Art
Museum--a world class collection of antique musical instruments--we had an extravagant meal. The
first bargain all day was the standby tickets to A Soldier's Tale which was on before the Cincinati
Symphoney went to pops. The second bargain was the hotel room. The manager upgaded our room to
the bridal suite as a goodwill gesture. This was the $100 a night suite! The was a bottle of Chanpagne
waiting in an icer and a small tin of caviar with some wafers. There was a huge pink tub in a huge
bathroom. There a dimmer on the lights. We brushed our teeth in turns while we were undressed by
the other. Then the tone of the evening changed. Toni was covered with marks and bruises that were
tender. Toni was ignoring the pain all day but had not had a look at herself. We she saw herself in the
mirrored tile walls she sobbed uncontrollably. I shut down the lights, got her into the tub, and lay
there with her, holding her from behind until the water was cold. There were teeth marked all over,
punch bruises all over. Getting out of the tub, at last I dried her off, got her onto the bed, and turned
up the lights. Toni pleaded with me to leave the lights off but I had to look. Passion was out of my
heart at this point. I eventually got Toni spread eagled. She was at once the most beautiful and ugliest
sight to behold. She had taken quite a few blows in the abdomen and there was a tuft of hair missing
from her pussy. I spread her pussy lips apart and stroked her with a saliva-wetted finger. When I
tried to slip a finger into her vagina she lifted off the bed. She at last had to admit that intercourse
was out of the question. Toni must have been feeling sore all day but was resolved to carry through.
Toni sat up, put on the white, lacy baby-doll nightie that she had purchased, got a bottle of hand
lotion, directed me to lie down and gave me a long slow love making session with her hands. After an
enternity she got around to my penis and stopped and started for and hour. When I told her that I
couldn't take any more, she lay down and told me to do jumping jacks. My balls were aching it hurt
to jump up and down. Toni spread her legs and asked if I could avoid putting weight on her. I
objected and she ordered me to just do it and she emptied the rest of the lotion in her hands-- it's to
be a pretend fuck--her words still ring in my ears. I was on all fours above her as she took my penis
into two very slippery hands. She began to talk very dirty things into my ear and she bucked her hips
as I thrust into her hands with interruptions. Finally I could hold back no longer and I felt my insides
turn inside out. Toni was covered in my semen. She gave me the most beautiful smile as picked up a
sizable dollop of my semen andtook it into her mouth and savored the taste. I fell fast asleep leaving
Toni to clean us up. The next morning I apologized but Toni put her finger to her lips and said that
she had herself back again. She thought the semen didn't taste nearly so bad as her girlfriends had
reported and gave me leisurely, loving oral sex. We ate the caviar, took the champange home with us,
and made a date to use the condoms. We both caught hell when we went home. Toni's parents talked
all over town about what I had done to TonI and lodged a rape complaint with the police but nothing
came of but damage to my family's reputation. I never saw or heard from Toni again after she took
her car from my family's driveway. Her family sent her to Salt Lake City and none of her friends
heard from her. I kept the Champagne and condoms for many years and hoped that I would learn of
her whereabouts. But such was not to be. Fifteen years after, her family still shut me out cold. While
I didn't get laid in the strict sense of the word, I consider this to be my first time. What do you think?