Put it out of her mind. That's what she had to do, of course. That is what she would do. She'd put those pictures out of her mind, too… the ones in VIVA… Randy and that Oriental girl… No! Not Randy… somebody else…
Randy got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her face was turned away from him and he kept stroking her hair and whispering comforting words, over and over… Then he stroked her shoulder again, and her soft, bare arm. His hand was warm; his touch was delicate, deft. It felt so good to be caressed by this handsome, understanding boy who was her only friend now. He was right, she mustn't think about what she saw a little while ago in Trish's bungalow; she mustn't let that image remain vividly implanted on her brain…
"Don't, Davie… don't think about it anymore…" he said as he gently took her shoulder in his hand and turned her over on her back. He brushed some wispy strands of hair away from her fevered face and smiled at her tenderly. He knew that his words were having the desired effect on her now; she was thinking about her father and Trish, of course, just as he had hoped she would. It's going to work after all, he thought exultantly. I'm going to score with this tight little cherry tonight!
Davie looked up into his strong, handsome face. His words seemed to flow like molasses into her ears. She was fully aware that he was telling her not to think of what she had witnessed, but the vision became fixed in her mind instead. In fact, the more he droned on, the more he stroked her hair and her arms and talked to her in his soporific way, the more clarified became the scene in her mind. She didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't put it out of her consciousness, she just couldn't.
And strangely enough, the images in the lovely teen's brain were beginning to have a certain physical effect on her innocent flesh as well. She could feel a strange, twitching sensation deep in her belly; the same kind of sensation she had felt when Randy kissed her on the steps. She suddenly felt like being kissed again, and she must have communicated this to the hot-blooded youth, for he slowly leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers again, not French kissing her this time, but just kissing her softly and tenderly and very, very excitingly.
She began to tremble slightly under the pressure of his chest against her body, not from shock or weeping now, but from something far more basic, something that was the captive woman inside yearning to break free…
Randy felt the young girl trembling beneath his embrace and he smiled inwardly. She's almost ready… almost. Easy does it, fella. This is the crucial moment, right now. Just a little bit more and you'll be home free!
He let his face rest on hers while he continued to stroke her hair and brush it away from her fevered face until finally, he let his hand move down, down ever so slowly and gently onto the swelling mound of her nubile young breast. She was breathing faster now, and so was he, as he continued to implant the image of her father's sexual escapade with his lucious, naked sister in her confused young mind.
He began to rub the pliant globe tenderly and lightly and he felt her stiffen at his touch. But she made no initial effort to push his hand away. He smiled to himself, confident that he had won the first round. He kept caressing her breast, running his thumb across the hardened little nipple, his heart pounding in his chest and his cock leaping like a wild bronco in his pants.
Suddenly, a red light flashed in Davie Knight's brain, warning her to stop this gentle boy's caresses, warning her to stop before it was too late, before her own body betrayed her and she was suddenly swept away in a flooding tide of passion. Yes, she had to stop him… stop him from feeling up her breast, even though it felt soooo good, so warm and wonderful. The sensations in her body were already beckoning her on… on into the dark and terrifying unknown. They were sounding a siren call to her most primitive and latent grownup desires…
"No! No, Randy! Stop!" she cried, pulling his hand away and rolling away from his into an upright, sitting position, her back to him and her head buried in her hands. She was a living, breathing conundrum of confused desire.
The lust-ridden youth was taken completely by surprise. He had been strongly confident that she was totally his now. He gaped at her for a moment, then reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back into the fold of his arms. "Take it easy, Davie," he panted, "it's all right. Everything's just fine…"
Now he was saying it, too! Why was everything "just fine" for everyone else except her? Nothing was "just fine"…
She tried to resist him. "No, you shouldn't touch me like that… you know you shouldn't; not after what we just saw. It's wrong."
"What's wrong about it, Davie?" he asked desperately, feeling his conquest slipping irretrievably from him. "It's not wrong – it's right, don't you see that, Davie? It's right because you're a woman now, Davie, a woman – with a woman's body and a woman's needs. You're ready to fulfill that womanhood… you're ready to give in to your emotions, Davie… to let that woman inside of you free…"
"Like Trish does… if that's the kind of woman I'm supposed to be – a bitch in heat!"
"You'll be fortunate – very fortunate – if you ever come half way close to being the woman Trish is!" he flung back hotly. Then he cursed himself for being so rash. "What I mean, Davie, is that…" He drew a long breath. Shit! How do I get out of this one! "See, your dad and Trish, they've both been around the block. They're mature people. They both dig it, because that's the way it's meant to be. If it wasn't, well, nobody would turn on in the first place. You'd see why they were doing it, you'd know why they were both naked on that bed together if you let yourself he the woman you are… if you let yourself go and make love… with me… I want to make love to you, Davie… I want to feel your beautiful naked body next to mine… want to give myself to you, the way a man gives himself to a woman… in bed…"
"Noooo!" she wailed, totally afraid now. She didn't understand what had come over Randy. He was so nice before, almost like a brother… What was he thinking of now? How could he be thinking of doing to her what her father was doing to Trish?
Randy was beside himself now. Panic mixed with pride and rage coursed through his young loins. You little prick teasing bitch! he swore at her silently. You're not getting off the hook that easy! I'm going to fuck you tonight, even if it means tearing off that innocent little dress and raping you!
He grabbed Davie's breasts in both his hands and forced her down on the bed, pinning her there with his agile body. She struggled, trying to scream, but he clamped his mouth tightly onto her, forcing her lips wide apart with his lips and tongue, sending his oral probe deep into her soft, warm mouth as though it were his cock in her cunt which it soon would be, his cock into her tight little hole. The terrified young girl continued to struggle, but her struggled only excited the passion-crazed youth who pressed his strong body, with its unavoidable witness of masculinity, harder into her loins. He was going to rape her! She knew it now. She had so often dreamed of the first time with a boy. In those childish fantasies, the boy was always gentle, tender and patient. Now she was going to be ravaged by a man she had trusted… a man who had suddenly gone out of control. Noooooo!
But the young teenage girl was helpless beneath the powerful, lust-crazed youth. He reached down and grabbed the hem of her thin cotton dress and began working it up her legs. Her struggles only assisted and fanned his raging desire. Every time she squirmed, she rubbed against his burgeoning cock, exciting the passionate young man even more. Finally, the dress was hiked up over her bare breasts and under her armpits, leaving her totally naked except for the rumpled rag around her upper chest. Davie was humiliated beyond words, and she lay on her back struggling, trying to turn her face away from the demanding youth, her eyes blurred by tears.