Unknown - Her brute master

Then, with the popcorn in a big bowl on our laps and the lights turned down low we snuggled together on the couch to enjoy the film. Mandy had never seen it before, she had never even heard of Frank Capra, and loved every frame of it. I hadn't seen it in over three years, myself, and laughed at every joke as if for the first time.

When it was over I turned off the television and returned to the couch and to Mandy's arms.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Yes, very much. I had no idea such good movies were made back in the thirties. I thought they were all mysteries and musicals."

"Are you feeling better?" I brought the subject back to her. I hoped she was strong enough to clear it so we could move on to the next step. I sensed that she wanted to. I knew I wanted to. I hoped she knew I wanted her. "It must have been very traumatic."

"It was." She started to retreat into herself again.

"Sometimes talking about it can help to heal an experience like that."

She said nothing, she twisted her fingers together.

"Mandy, I want to be your friend, I want to help you. I thought you wanted to be friends with me, too."

"I do… it's just that… you don't…" she stated crying again.

I didn't say anything else. I put both my arms around her and rocked her gently back and forth. I hummed Brahm's lullaby in her ear.

After a few minutes she sniffed back her tears.

"We went to the drive in movie," she continued her story in the same quiet voice she had used before. But she was more present this time, less sing-song.

"Billy and I sat up front and Mark and June were in the back seat. The feature had barely started before I could hear Mark and June getting started on each other."

"Getting started?" I asked.

"You know, kissing and making out. Mark was saying things like 'Oh baby, baby,' and June was saying, 'Do you love me, honey?' and dumb things like that."

"Meanwhile, Billy had his hands all over me. I had never even French-kissed a boy before much less had one feel me up! I was scared. And Billy was real rough with me, too. That didn't help me to feel good about what was happening."

"I thought you said you liked Billy."

"No, June liked Mark and I wanted to be out with her, so I had be with Billy, but I never liked him before. And then, I always hated him afterwards."

I said nothing I let her find her own speed.

"He leaned over me and pushed me down on the seat, then he whispered in my ear that he knew I would have to make a show of resistance, so every time I said 'No' he'd know I meant yes."

"'No,' I told him and he laughed and said 'That's right, baby,' and he put his hand under my blouse and broke my bra."

Mandy was sobbing in my arms, now. I just held her next to me, trying to comfort her.

"It was my first bra, and he broke it. I tried to push him off of me but he was too strong. June must have know what was happening but she didn't do anything."

"He raped me." She was crying steadily now, a little stream of tears running down both cheeks. "He tore my clothes from my body and raped me. I tried to stop him, I tried…"

"What about your sister," I asked, "didn't she try to help?"

"I talked to her afterwards and she said she thought I was enjoying it. I hated her after that, too."

"Those boys tonight, I guess they just reminded me of Billy and Mark was all. I'm sorry I spoiled it for you if you wanted to go with them."

"I wanted to spend the evening with you, remember? You asked me first."

"Thank you, Jodie. You are a good friend." She kissed me lightly on the lips, eagerly, I kissed her back.

When Mandy had finished crying I took her into my bedroom. I told her that I thought she needed some human companionship, some animal comfort, to help her through the night.

"I don't have my nightgown with me," she said.

"That's all right, I won't wear mine."

Remembering my shaved pussy, I got undressed with my back to her and slipped under the sheets the same way. I leaned back against the pillows and watched Mandy finish her undressing before she crawled into bed with me.

"For someone as modest as you are, you certainly like to look at other people," Mandy said.

"I like to look at beautiful things and beautiful people," I answered. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mandy. You have a gorgeous body, no wonder those boys wanted to pick you up."

"It was you they were after, and since when are you interested in women's bodies. I thought you had a boyfriend."

"No, I told you, he's gone for the summer, and we probably won't get back together in the fall, either."

"So there's no man in your life?"

I evaded the question. "There's you in my bed, isn't that more important?"

"Do you mean…" She was nervous, hesitant, I was going to have to be the aggressor. I was sure she was a lesbian. She came onto me in the shower hadn't she. She had let her hand and hip brush up against mine while we walked together, wasn't she using body language to tell me she was hot for me?

Or was I going crazy? Was I seducing an innocent young athlete who had had an early trauma and just needed someone to confide in? Or was this a case of two consenting almost-adults who were ripe for new experiences?

Before I could get too tangled up in my analysis of the situation, Mandy placed her hand on my breast. I sighed deeply and moved toward her. She dropped her head and took my nipple in her mouth.

"Oh, yes, Mandy. Is this what you want?" I reached over and took her firm young breast in my hand.

"You just lie still," she said, "let me do it. I want to."

I lay flat on my back and let her have her way. She kissed first one nipple then the other. She moved her in tight little circles over the aureoles and teased the nipple back and forth.

I put my hand on the back of her neck and pressed down gently, until I felt her teeth touch my tittie. Then I held her their and inhaled, letting my breath push my flesh against her teeth, savoring the sweet hardness of her.

She responded with vigor, sucking me harder and nibbling gently on my skin. She squeezed and kneaded my flesh while she sucked me. She kissed me higher up, trailing her tongue up my chest to my neck and then my ear.

"You've done this before," she whispered in my ear.

"No, you're the first," I answered, truthfully.

"The first ever?"

"The first woman."

"Well, what the heck, that's almost as good," she laughed, climbing on top of me. "Now you're in for a treat."

She kissed me full on the mouth. Her soft, warm lips covered mine with their sweet wetness. Her tongue, like an intelligent thing, slipped into my mouth and played with mine.

I wrapped my arms around her neck and let her do whatever she wanted.

She slipped her legs between mine and supported herself on her knees and elbows. She moved back and forth on top of me, her stiff little nipples brushed against mine. Her pubic hair scratched my freshly shaved pussy. I wondered if she could feel the difference.

Slowly, her lips left mine and drifted down my chin. Then she kissed my neck and my breasts again. I knew where she was heading. She kissed my abdomen and licked my navel on her way to my pleasure spot.

"Hello, hello, hello, what's all this, then?" she said, laughing.

"What's the matter, never seen a shaved pussy before?"

"Not on a sweet little semi-virgin like you, my dear."

"Please don't call me that."

"What?"

"'My dear.'"

"All right, what shall I call you?"

"Call me anything you want, Mandy, but don't stop doing what you're doing."

"Yes, ma'am, darling," she said, and plunged her head down under the sheet again.

She lost no time in finding my slit or licking it. Her tongue immediately explored the inner folds of my pussy lips and started my juices flowing.