Rebecca Butler: Freshman nymph

"Isn't it great to be young and alive," Ted was saying.

"Yes," she said softly, wondering if he would feel the same when he had been told her heart. Hands took hold of her shoulders and turned her body slowly round. She looked up into the face of the boy she had dated for the last two years. Somehow she could sense what was coming and she didn't want it to come.

"Becky," he began, "now that we're here-in our own private Garden of Eden, you might say-there's something-"

"Please, Ted," she protested, but there was no stopping him. One hand stole from its grip on her smooth sun-browned shoulder and slipped into his pocket. When it drew forth again she could see a tiny box held in his fingers.

"Here," he said with a smile. "I saw this in a store window and I thought it kinda matched your pretty blue eyes." His hand was pressing the gift upon her and she took it unwillingly. "Go ahead. Open it," he added.

She flipped up the lid and saw exactly what she had feared. A small diamond stone set in a lovely platinum ring band. "It's beautiful," she said.

"Try it on," he urged. "I bet it fits perfectly."

She forced the words from her throat. "I can't. It's beautiful, and I know it cost you a lot of money, but I can't wear it."

Ted's eyes saucered in stunned surprise. He opened his mouth to speak but could not find words.

Becky spoke hastily. 'That's why I was so anxious to see you today. I wanted to tell you that when I go away to school tomorrow, I'm going with no ties. Of any kind. I mean, I'd love to keep on being friends with you, if you like, but I won't be your girl any more." The look that came into his eyes brought her to the verge of tears, but she had to be strong, stronger than ever before.

"Why?" was all he could say, and that only after a long pause. Words crept slowly on him, and he added, "What's wrong with me?" One of his hands still lay upon her shoulder but it was limp and lifeless.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Ted," she explained. "It's just that I want something more out of life than to marry my high school boyfriend and settle down in my old home town and raise babies for the rest of my life. There's a big wide world outside of Fayetteville, and I want to see some of it before I put myself into harness. Do you understand what I mean?"

Ted's hand jerked from her shoulder and he seized with angry fingers the ring box that she was extending to him. He snapped it shut and clenched it in his fist for a moment, then whirled and tossed it into the undergrowth far away.

"You shouldn't do that," she said softly. "I'm sure they'll refund your money."

"Fuck the money!" he snarled, and she blinked in surprise. Ted had never used rough language in front of her before. Perhaps he was even angrier than she had expected him to be. But even so, it couldn't be helped. It was just as she had told him. She wanted more out of life than the boring but secure marriages and families most of her schoolmates had opted for, and if Ted couldn't see that, it was his problem. Not hers.

"Come on," she soothed. "We'll go find the ring so you can take it back to the store. You can't afford to throw away so much money."

"And my dad can't afford to send me to State University either," Ted glared. "I suppose if he could, that might make me good enough for you. Huh? Would that make me your kind of guy, Miss Fancyass?"

"Please, Ted," she protested. "It's nothing like that at all. I've told you exactly how I feel. Let's let it go at that, and part as friends. I'd still like to be your friend."

She started to move toward the bushes where she had seen the discarded ring fall, but as she passed him, incredibly strong fingers locked round her small wrist, twisting it cruelly. "Ow," she whispered, "you're hurting me! Please let go!" and she struggled vainly to escape the grasp of the boy she had just spurned.

"Now I'll tell you something," he hissed right into her face. "We've gone together for two years. And all the guys laughed at me all that time because they thought you were funny-looking and because none of them would touch you with a ten-foot pole. Do you remember how long it was before you even let me kiss you? And how long before you let me touch your tit-through your clothes, at that? Becky, I knew I wanted to marry you a long time ago, and because I wanted to marry you, I've treated you like a goddess on a pedestal.

"Now you tell me it was wasted, right from the beginning. Every flicking minute I spent with you, every fucking minute I spent thinking about you when we weren't together-all of that was wasted. Those two years I dated you I could have been going with a girl who was a girl-not with a little bitch who teased me along just so she could throw me out on my ass." His face was shoved close to hers now, and she could smell traces of hamburger and onions on his breath. Somehow that made the whole experience of his rage less bizarre, less frightening.

"I could have been going out with a girl who would let me fuck her. And would marry me too! But what did I get? I got a bitch who fucked me and then dropped me flat." He enunciated the brutal words clearly and savagely.

"Please let me go," she pleaded softly.

In reply be gave her arm a sudden jerk, bending it back, forcing her to drop to the ground on her knees. She went in fear that he would break her wrist in his anger, but even as she rested on her knees, pebbles grinding against her flesh, he was still twisting and wringing her slim arm. Becky found herself dropping further, lying on her side.

He squatted beside her now, and as he clung ruthlessly to her aching wrist, his other hand snaked out to cup her trembling little breast. She shivered at his touch. He felt her roughly, kneading in his grip the pliant flesh as he had never done before on those occasions when she had let him take hold of her demure tit.

"Do you know how many nights I used to neck with you, and then go home with aching balls-aching because I wanted to fuck you so bad I could even taste your hairy cunt on my lips-aching because I knew you were a good girl and because I respected you and wanted to marry you? Do you know how many nights?"

He squeezed her wrist, but she was nearly numb there by this time, and only a tiny, pathetic little moan slipped from her lips. Her breast seemed to be engorging in his grip, and she could hear her heart beating as loud as a jackhammer in her ears.

Suddenly Ted forced her onto her back. She lay as he molded her, knees up, face red because the hem of her short skirt was riding high and laying open to his view of her pink-pantied crotch. Becky wished she could reach down and pull the immodest hem of her garment to more respectable lengths. His angry hands without warning abandoned their grip upon her upper body and seized the tail of her skirt, jerking it even higher.

"Please," she whispered again, blushing purple at the exposure of her thighs and their junction. He slipped fingers into the elastic waistband of her now fully exposed panties and started to slip them down. Her hands were free and she reached instinctively to push his away. In reply he struck her face with his open palm, a stinging blow that made her ears ring, left her cheek tingling, hung her mouth open in shock. Her hands clutched the spot he had assailed and the sky grew red before her stricken eyes.

Becky lay moaning softly now, unable to believe that Ted-faithful, steady old Ted-had actually hit her even more unable to believe that right now he was completing the task of peeling off her panties. Her thighs moved of their own accord in reaction to her denuding, trying to come together and cover the secrets of her cunt. But he was between her legs, and the anguished flailing as they sought to shield her only served to lay even barer the twitching, opening and closing lips of her very pussy.