Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

The skies were clouded with the gray misty haze that make February days in the east so depressing. Christine looked out of her bedroom window and onto the back campus of the fashionable eastern boarding school she was forced to attend since her parents had been killed in an accident two years ago. Until that time she had been completely happy in the local high school in the small, but friendly farming community in Southeastern Pennsylvania. Although she was less than three hundred miles from her hometown she found the locale of the school far from cheerful. Coal mines, grey dust, smoky mountains did not replace the grain fields, green lawns, plentiful foliage which she could enjoy when she looked out of her bedroom window at home.

Home! What a laugh, she thought. Since her parents death she had been living with an aunt and uncle who were her legal guardians until she reached twenty-one. They had control of the insurance money, which would have actually left her quite well off, and decided that it would be best, to send her away to school. Christine was certain that they were going to make sure that she never got any of the money even when she did reach the legal age, and that was why she was being sent away to school. After all, her aunt and uncle had never had children of their own and what did they know about a young girl's feelings and needs. They just wanted her out of the way!

Well, just two more weeks until Spring Vacation. This thought brightened her spirits considerably. She was being allowed to bring her boyfriend home for the two weeks since his parents were on an extended cruise of the Caribbean. Two weeks to share things with Jimmy! The restrictions placed on all the boarding students at the school made it almost impossible to have a normal dating relationship. She was seventeen. Jimmy was eighteen and they had to sneak even a good-night kiss after the Saturday night dances sponsored by the school. The dormitory mother was always there watching disapprovingly as if it were a sordid, dirty thing to show any sort of affection. "Public display of affection is disgusting!" That had been drilled into the girls' heads from the first day they arrived at the school. If you were caught in what the faculty considered a "compromising situation" – such as holding hands, you were campused for a week for "Socializing". It seemed that they were so afraid that one of the girls would get in trouble, and this alone stifled any normal, healthy relationship between the boys and girls.

Until she had been sent away to school she had always been allowed to date freely. Her parents trusted her and with her strict Methodist upbringing a girl just didn't let things get out of hand. She valued her virginity and planned to save it for her future husband, but a good-night kiss was far from going "all the way", as her generation put it.

Her feelings for Jimmy she felt were love. She enjoyed his kisses, brief caresses, and found herself longing for more, but she had always kept herself in check – or at least the school rules had!

Now she would be able to spend two whole weeks with Jimmy. Even though it would be under the supervision of her aunt and uncle, it would be far more relaxed than the strict, unreasonable school regulations.

Suddenly she was jolted out of her daydreams as the chapel bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. She walked slowly across the street to the main building, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jimmy before she went to her French class.

The two weeks went quickly and as the Greyhound Bus rolled down the forest lined mountain roads Christine felt a new exhilaration and an unexplainable apprehension about the coming vacation. Jimmy held her hand tightly and kissed her light on the cheek.

"What's on your mind, sweet thing?" he asked.

"Nothing, really. I was just thinking what it's going to be like to spend a whole two weeks with you – without the school's regulations and eyes staring at us. We've been able to control our emotions so far, but I was wondering whether it is because we are strong or because we had to."

"Don't worry. I know how you feel about things and I would never do anything to hurt you. Now relax."

She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, picturing the rolling green lawns, the trees in the backyard and smiled to herself. This was going to be a good vacation. Jimmy stared at her as she sat there, so peaceful, so full of hopes and dreams. She is a beautiful girl, he thought. His eyes wandered over the full length of her body.

The thin cotton dress she was wearing did little to conceal the already ripe body of a woman.

The neckline of her dress was just low enough to reveal the slight cleavage of her already full ample breasts, too full for a seventeen year old.

The material clung tightly around her midriff accentuating the firm, round globes, the small waist and the fullness of her hips. Her legs were long and slender, almost fawn-like. Yes indeed, she's quite a knockout! I'm a very lucky guy!

The four hour bus ride passed rapidly and as the driver called out "Lancaster, Pa." Jimmy reached across her and shook her gently to wake her up. His arm brushed against the firm fullness of her breasts and sent a chill through his body and settled in his loins.

Christine stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She smiled at him and said, "Well, here we are!" She got out of her seat to make room for Jimmy and reached for a small bag on the overhead rack. As she stretched she gave him, as well as the other passengers, a brief glimpse of her stockinged legs and the white flesh which showed between her nylons and her garter belt.

Jimmy drew a sharp breath, trying to fight back the slight bulge which was about to show through his tailored slacks. He reached up to help her with the bag, so she went ahead, out the door into the warm sunshine of Southern Pennsylvania.

She looked around the small station until she spotted her Aunt Helen and Uncle Roger. After hurried introductions, they piled into the station wagon and headed for the farm. She was not particularly fond of her aunt and uncle. Her aunt tried to be kind and understanding, but her uncle was a different story. She felt uneasy when she was alone in a room with him. His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel completely naked and defenseless. His hands would always be accidentally brushing against her behind or across her chest as he pretended to reach for something. She just didn't trust him, and today was no different. She could feel his eyes burning right through the material of her summer dress. His stare was so obvious that she wondered why her aunt hadn't noticed it. But that was Aunt Helen, trusting and completely oblivious to things going on around her!

Thank God Jimmy is here, she thought. At least maybe now he will keep his hands to himself and stop those awful, degrading looks. He just makes me feel dirty.

She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind as the car moved along through the residential section of town to the country. The sweet smell of trees budding, grass growing and the crocus blooming revitalized her spirits, and she reached across the seat and grabbed Jimmy's hand. He returned her affectionate squeeze and gave her a quick smile.

He's just nervous about meeting my relatives, she thought. But he was trying desperately to control the flood of emotion he was feeling. Here he was, away from the school for a whole two weeks with one of the loveliest and most sensual girls he had ever met, holding her hand, and finally they would have a chance to be alone. He could feel the tightening grow between his legs and feel his penis straining against its confines.

I've got to get this off my mind, he mused, and tried to force himself to look at the scenery and think of something else… anything else! He wanted her desperately! Too desperately!