CHAPTER TWO
The moonlight shimmered on the dark Pacific, and the wind sighed in the pines but Linda cared nothing for the beauty of the surroundings or the pungent aroma of the pines as her swirling emotions churned inside her. The tortured girl leaned her blonde head forward on the dashboard of the convertible, her lithesome young body shaking with sobs, her stomach muscles contracted in spasms of hurt and humiliation. Slowly she wiped the sticky fluid from her cheek and neck as Tom lay back in the seat, pale and aghast. Oh God, what have I done, he said to himself, closing his eyes and wishing himself a thousand miles away.
It was their last night together before Linda and her family were to leave for Australia – a night that the blonde teenager had hoped would become a beautiful, romantic memory during the two weeks she would be away from her young boyfriend. And now this had happened to ruin everything! She knew about the human body from her biology classes and sex instruction, but to experience what she had just gone through was shattering. It had begun as their petting so often did, with kissing and fondling, with Tom's hand sometimes feeling up between her thighs, sending thrilling tremors through her ripe body as it slowly passed over the panty-covered mound of her sensitive triangle. This time she had let him tenderly kiss one of her small pink nipples, although she pushed him away when he began to suck and nibble in eagerly abandoned passion.
"Please Linda, let's do it right," he had begged, breathing hotly against her ear while he began to feel his way surreptitiously along the inside of her thigh. He had almost reached the warmth of her pussy, had almost touched the sparse tangle of pubic curls through her flimsy panties when she roughly pushed his hand away.
"Tom Blackwell the Third, don't you know how much I want to?" she asked. "I wish we were naked together, and some day we will be, but I intend to remain a virgin until we are properly married. Supposing we never married… supposing you were to fall in love with someone else… wouldn't I be ruined for some other man who might want to marry me? Besides, I'm much too young to marry, and we'll just have to wait. My parents didn't bring me up to become a loose woman."
Tom was forced to think rationally. Linda was only fifteen, and at seventeen he himself was too young to marry. He felt depressed at the prospect of having to wait two, three, maybe more years before he could take that delicious young body naked into his arms. He had known Linda since they were both small children. They were together every summer, usually spent on the beach where he had observed her lithe sun-browned body begin to fill out into adolescent womanhood, to change from a wild tomboy who surfed and rode a board as well as any of them, into a lovely golden creature who verged on being a Goddess.
Now, on this important night, the girl he adored was weeping and showing every indication of being revolted by him. It had been an ungovernable urge that had apparently wrecked their friendship, and there was no doubt that Linda would share the blame. When their petting had reached a stage where it seemed that both of them would lose all restraint, he had unzipped his fly to expose his rock-hard cock, and Linda had gazed at it as though entranced, slowly moving her hand to stroke it when Tom had impulsively implored her, "Oh please kiss it. Please kiss it!" She had leaned down, gently drawing back the foreskin and had kissed the blood-filled head with a long, wantonly sensual kiss, her mouth half-open so that her teeth pressed into the rigid flesh. And no sooner had she lifted her mouth from the throbbing member than she felt Tom begin to quiver violently.
Suddenly, he cried out.
"Aaaaggghh, Linda, Linda, Linda! Jeez Linda. I'm cummmiinngg!" With that he'd exploded into orgasm, his hot white sperm flying onto Linda's shocked face, to dribble wetly down her neck and chin onto her firm young breasts.
Linda's first reaction was blind shock – then something her mother had told her flashed unbidden into her mind. Men are filthy beasts at times, her mother had said, adding that her lovely little Princess would find out all about them when she married. The older woman had always warned her about men wanting to rape every young girl they could lay their grasping hands on, although she'd encouraged Linda's association with Tom, for – after all – Tom had gone to the right school, and he could trace his family back as far as their own. He was well-mannered, a cut above the rest of his friends at Long Beach High. Now, as tears flooded her eyes and shame colored her lewdly defiled cheeks, she realized that Tom was as evil, as crude and horrible as the creeps who took those cheap working girls down to the beach at night for depraved orgies.
It was partly her own fault, the sobbing young blonde told herself. She should never have allowed their petting to go so far. He had become so passionate, and because of her love for him, the poignancy of their last night together and the sensual intimacy of the convertible, she had lost all control when she sympathetically kissed his thick pulsating penis. She had only intended giving it a quick kiss, something they would both remember as being part of their own private love, a little secret between them while she was away in Australia. Sometimes she had wondered if her mother's talks had warped her natural tendencies away from sex, if perhaps she might never be capable of wanting a man inside her, and she'd wanted to prove her fears wrong. Would she grow up to become a sexless "female eunuch" incapable of allowing a male organ to pierce her virginal vagina? She had wondered about that until now, this night that had brought a torment of desire followed by shame and loathing.
She hated him; she despised him as she felt him beside her, doing up his fly while she wiped away her tears and stray flecks of his sticky cum. What a vulgar word! How dare he use such foul language in front of her! How frightening and awful men were.
"Drive me home," she ordered, unable or not wanting to pronounce his name, "Immediately!"
At home she would find a sane refuge from the turmoil that raged inside her, from the fear and a sickening kind of loneliness building up insidiously in her being. Silently, Tom drove out of the dark lane which led to the beach where they had parked, back to the large house where Linda's parents had left the terrace lights on to welcome their daughter home. Usually Tom would be invited in for a late supper before he left, but tonight his world was shattered as Linda hurried out of the car, not even turning her head when he called out his farewell.
"Good night, Linda – I'm sorry."
When Linda got out of Tom's car, she slowly mounted the steps to the terrace. The night air felt chilly, and she pulled her sweater tighter around her shoulders. Tears swelled unrestrained in her eyes, her tormented body felt empty and numb, her legs slightly trembling. As she heard Tom's car drive away, she almost turned to call after him. She had lost him, her first true love, the boy to whom she had always felt as close as a sister to a brother with that something extra that belonged to future lovers. She had admired others, especially some of the handsome young men she saw on the beaches, sometimes almost wanting them with a physical ache, a feeling she always quickly dispelled. She did not want to become like the common "whores", as her mother called them, who slept around. She knew Tom and his friends despised girls like that. But isn't that what he must think of her now? Oh God! Why did her animal want dissolve all the caution that had been instilled in her? She could never face Tom again. Never, never, never. When she returned from Australia, she would try to persuade her parents to move to Boston, where they belonged. She knew they stayed in California so that she could enjoy the best climate in the world, to have the sea to swim in and the surf to ride. None of that mattered now.