Vanessa stood in the mirror, fidgeting with her hair, turning this way & that. She was happy with her outfit – a tight white tank top & short – but not too short – pastel pink skirt with ivory heels. It was the right balance between casual but not lazy. & she had no need for anything but basic make up. A little foundation, a little eyeliner, no lipstick. But her hair. She couldn’t get the hair right. Ponytail. Tied up. Free-flowing. Ugh!!!
She heard a car pull up in the driveway next door. Predictably, she rushed to the window. Below she saw her neighbour, Chris, get out with one of his friends & walk into the house. Chris’ family had been her parents’ friends for as long as anyone could remember. & for as long as she could remember, Vanessa had been hopelessly, hopelessly infatuated with Chris.
Now 19, Vanessa had spent her adolescence producing all sorts of paraphernalia surrounding a dramatic, imagined love affair with Chris. Drawings, journal logs, & she never stopped talking about him to her closest friends, Michelle & Katie. Chris was 26, a tall, athletically muscular type – he worked with weights, but didn’t overdo it. More importantly, he had the most devastating hazel eyes. Vanessa was careful to look at Chris only when she felt safe he didn’t notice, but whenever they were speaking face to face, she made no effort to avoid eye contact. She had made a pathetic, childish attempt at his attentions three years earlier – she cringed thinking about it – but she was a totally different gi — woman, now. & the party they were going to tonight was her chance to prove it.
She finally settled on having her hair down in a long, platted ponytail. Vanessa was half-Asian, half-White, & she was quite striking in the distinct way Eurasian girls often turned out to be. Her skin was fair, with almond eyes & a faint smattering of freckles. She wasn’t athletic & only jogged occasionally, but she was in naturally good shape. Being a little taller than most Asian girls – 5’7″ – she was happy with her fairly long legs, but her chest was a little smaller than she would have liked at a B. Still, she had been given cause for hope that Chris at least might be interested in her now, because she had seen two Asian girls leaving his place in the past month.
Vanessa herself wasn’t very experienced sexually – she’d been with only two guys, one she’d lost her virginity to not long after her humiliating effort to woo Chris a few years ago, & one she’d spent nine months with in an unfulfilling relationship the past year. She wasn’t short on attention in the bars & clubs, but her heart being set on Chris aside, Vanessa knew she just wasn’t the most sexual person. She had to change that, though, because Chris obviously was, if the stream of women his age who came & went from his house was anything to go by. She was determined to prove she could be what he wanted. She just absolutely knew they were destined to be together.
9pm came & Vanessa joined Michelle & Katie as they drove to the party. She knew Chris was popular, he probably wouldn’t show up alone. Still, if she could just GET him alone somehow…
“He’s over there!” Katie giggled excitedly, turning her back to Chris & his friends to tell Vanessa & Michelle.
“It looks like he’s just here with his mates” Michelle said. Vanessa inwardly thanked God. This was kismet. Fate or not, though, she suddenly felt the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. It was one thing to show up & look for him, even for him to be alone, & quite another to actually be presented with the moment. Now it was upon her, she felt her nerve falter. She spent the next hour & a half stalling & changing the subject, occasionally looking for courage in the bottom of a red plastic cup. When he left the guys in the direction of the house’s back garden, the girls decided Vanessa needed a push. “C’mon! You’re lucky he’s even here alone” Michelle contended.
“She’s right, you have to go now,” Katie said. “Don’t even think about it. Just go for it.” Vanessa couldn’t argue. It really was now or just going back to watching women leave his house & wishing she was them from her bedroom window. She took a breath & made for the balcony overlooking the yard. Walking down the stairs into the garden, she followed the trail under the archway & walked along the path. It was such a cute little out of the way place here, a kind of mini-maze, like their own personal location.
“Chris?” she called out. She heard him reply from the next bend & followed. She rounded the corner & felt her heart skip a beat as she came face to face with Chris sitting on a sandstone bench, partly illuminated by small lights pierced into the surrounding gravel. “Hi,” she smiled nervously, immediately realising how timid & pathetic she sounded. “What are you doing out here? Are you okay?” He looked at her oddly.
“Yeah. Just…dealing with peoples’ bullshit.”
“Girl trouble?” she asked, hoping to probe his personal life.
“Yeah.” he said.
“I know how you feel” she said empathetically. She was a little wounded when he let out a laugh.
“You do, huh? Lots of relationship experience?”
“No” she mumbled defensively. “But I mean, I know—”
“What do you know, Vanessa?” Chris asked with a piercing tone. His hostility might’ve been down to whatever his existing issue was, but Vanessa hadn’t prepared for this kind of response. Chris had always been pretty nice to her, & had let her down gently three years before. She took stock of the situation, & decided to get assertive.
“I know you think I’m still a stupid kid” she said, sitting next to him. “But I’m not, okay? I’m 19. & I’ve—”
Vanessa stopped to look down at Chris’ hand. He had the outside of his index & middle fingers against her thigh. “You’ve what?” he said in a challenging tone. “Go on.”
“I’ve had a boyfriend” she replied, the slightest stammer in her voice as she swallowed.
“Oooh,” he teased. “You’re all grown up, huh?” His fingers shaped into an open hand now that gently gripped her inner thigh, squeezing slightly. Vanessa’s heart was pounding so hard by now that she was sure Chris could hear it. He stood up, rising above her, a colossal figure that made her feel positively tiny in his shadow, like she could fit in his palm. He cupped his hands around her face & pulled her toward his stomach, leaving her an inch or two above his belt.
“Prove it” he said in a powerful tone.
She was unsure how to react. “Well, we could go out sometime—”
“Exactly,” Chris interrupted. “That top & that skirt are false advertising, Van. Stick with the boys” he said coldly, beginning to turn away. His hands left her face & she felt panic surge her to action.
“No wait!” She rushed to her feet, grabbing at his arm. “Wait.” They paused in the cold night air. She marshalled her courage & kissed him hard, abruptly, shaking down to her toes with excitement. They were totally going to make out, it was obvious now. She tried to dim her trembling, but she was sure he could feel it. His hand slid up her thigh & squeezed her quad so hard it hurt! She didn’t complain as they continued in a swirling embrace, her lips locked to his as he spun her against the bench, forcing her to raise a leg up onto it to avoid falling over. He took the opportunity to thread his fingers up her exposed thigh & tug at her panties. She was enthralled to think he was going to finger her, even if the location lacked a little in comfort & romance. He ran two fingers bottom to top against her moistening slit.
“It’s okay,” she said breathlessly. “You can do it.” Chris didn’t hesitate. He forcefully pulled at her underwear, dragging it down around her ankles & compelling her to fall backwards with an awkward laugh as she tried & failed to catch herself. Chris stepped away for a moment & pulled off his shirt, surprising Vanessa…though even in the dim lighting, she could see his impressive chest & muscular arms. It excited her even more. But Chris’ next move took Vanessa aback. He started to unbuckle his belt & take his jeans down. This, Vanessa hadn’t anticipated. Was he planning…what was he planning!? Surely not sex. Not here. No, she thought. But maybe a handjob. Although she didn’t want to go quite that far, she knew it could be more costly not to. She didn’t want to look like a dumb kid again in his eyes. She smiled & reached for his cock as it hung, beginning to stiffen.
Chris pulled at both her wrists, hard, & she fell upon coarse gravel, hurting her knees. “Ow!” she exclaimed, realising only a moment later the implication of her position. “Oh, Chris,” she said doubtfully, “We should wait for a more romantic se—”
Oomph! Vanessa was simply stunned to feel Chris’ hand at the base of her ponytail, thrusting her face forward with dizzying velocity. She had opened her mouth without thinking, taking him in whole but being unable to cope. She gagged & started to retreat along the length of his uncomfortably long member. She was almost free of it when Chris abruptly reversed her course, & she swallowed in an inadvertent attempt for air as she again took his length to the back of her throat. Despite her discomfort, her pussy was drooling at this point in the cool night air, even as she slapped at his thigh for freedom. “C’mon” he said quietly. He pinned her deep for what must have been at least several more seconds, testing her. After trying to please him, she finally slapped at his leg again, & he released her.
“Chris, wait,” Vanessa said weakly, trying to get her bearings. “We should go to mine. My parents aren’t home, we—” in a frightening gesture, Chris cleanly ripped through her singlet, picking her up by her ass & forcing her to wrap her legs around him for support. She shrieked & immediately prayed no one was nearby to hear her as he lowered her onto the heavy stone bench. In the hopes it might make her more noticeable, she hadn’t worn a bra, but she wished she had now, suddenly beset by modesty & discomfort. Chris grabbed her left breast painfully hard, & then squeezed her nipple in the harsh night air. It wasn’t sexy. It hurt. He plunged his mouth over her right tit & soothingly massaged her nipple with his tongue, slowing down just enough to let her regain her arousal. “Ahhh, oh,” she gasped, gripping his bulging, perfect shoulders. Her legs shook with fear, lust, & uncertain anticipation.
Still engulfing her breast in his mouth, Chris raised her into position with his hands at the small of her back, & the realisation he was about to enter her in a very different manner stalled Vanessa’s comfort. “Wait, wait, Chris,” she pleaded, making forlorn eye contact with him. “I love you. Please can we wait for something…something a little more romantic than here?” Her typically neotenous Asian features imploring patience.
“Don’t speak” he said coldly, & she felt his head tickle her entrance, its wetness inviting him to plumb her depths. She obeyed, trying to keep eye contact with him as he seemed to dip his face away from her a little. She kissed him sweetly this time, trying to appeal to his obvious feelings for her. She slowed her tongue right down, tugging gently on his lips as she pulled away, making meaningful eye contact again. He stared at her for a moment, & she at him. She smiled a little. The start had been a little rocky, but that was fine. He was just overcome with love for her, obviously. Now they were getting back on track, though. They would save their first time for a bed, & then they would be a couple, off on adventures & her life would transform in the most amaz—
“Oooof!” Chris grunted as he squeeeeezed her hips tightly for purchase, & his engorged head poked itself clean through Vanessa’s wet slit. She was tight, as he expected, but that was her problem. He could deal.
“Chris, no” Vanessa squeaked, even as she felt him slither deeper & her core ached for him. Vanessa’s body was more willing than her mind right now. As he bottomed out along her hot, velvety folds, he pulled back, & thrust forward again. & again. Vanessa shuddered. Chris was pretty big, bigger than she’d had before, & though she wanted him desperately, she didn’t want him like this. She felt cheap & asked him again to stop, but there was more plea in it than force. Chris was unfazed, & coldly, without passion, without anger, he simply closed a heavy hand over her mouth & continued ploughing. Vanessa panicked a little & started to squirm, but the movement hurt & cut her back against the coarse sandstone block. She tried to speak but couldn’t. Chris’ lips fell into her ear, his voice a low whisper as he gained momentum rhythmically within her.
“Don’t struggle. You’re all grown up now, aren’t you? Then surrender that sweet little underused snatch of yours. Or is it just for boys & not men?” he whispered, the echo inside her ear drum turning her on even as she didn’t want to continue. Her loins trembled with ecstasy as Chris’ piercing cock claimed her, but she finally decided with certainty that it was all just too much, too soon. She wanted a bed, she wanted him to tell her he loved her.
“Chris…okay…” she fought her desire. “We have to stop. Really.” He closed his hand over her mouth again, more forcefully this time. She tried to wriggle her hips free of him, but movement was difficult on the stone bench, & he was so much stronger than her. She couldn’t speak so she bucked her hips hard in protest, but Chris only began thrusting harder. He took his hand away to squeeze her cute little ass & she yelled out.
“Stop it! Chris! Let me go!” She tried to bend her knees inward in an effort to squeeze him out, but in an instant he placed both his hands on her kneecaps & bent her legs outward afresh. Now he pulled his length entirely free of her & repeatedly entered & exited her, & she cried out as loudly as she could. Chris slapped her – hard – & she was stunned into silence. He gripped her nipples & tugged at them in the cold, & she whimpered, too afraid to protest harder.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I won’t finish inside you.”
Some comfort, she thought, tears pooling in her eyes. She understood now that Chris wasn’t interested in her. Not really. She felt her arousal leave her body coldly as he used her like, like she was a stranger or something. It felt gross now. Frightening, even. As she surrendered herself to his onslaught, her mind drifted off to the years of her innocence, all the fantasies & dreams & how stupid she had been, & how humiliating it was to realise now that the man of her dreams only saw her as…as…just nothing. Just to be used. He slapped her again, & laughed about how cute it was to hear her meekly squeak. She kept her eyes away, but it was futile. “Good girl. Cry for me” he hissed, leaning in to lick her cheek, lapping up the tiny puddles that tumbled pitifully down her heartbroken face.
“Please…stop” she soliloquied, barely above a whisper. Chris grunted harder in response, speeding up as her little frame quivered under his weight & her chest heaved, & her pussy soaked his shaft & balls, her skirt still on, a wet hot mess as her panties lay crumpled nearby, her shredded tank top half intact as her small, pert tits sat exposed to Chris’ disgusting paws. He slapped her left breast in a stinging blow twice, & squeezed her nipple, enjoying her face as it winced in confused betrayal. Faster & faster he pounded her now, & she felt fresh tears welling up as Chris pulled out of her & violently reefed her onto the gravel. She didn’t fight, but her eyes widened in momentary shock when Chris’ member thundered into her upper jaw, pulling her cheek up with it to expose her teeth.
He repositioned & slid easily down her tongue, gagging her as he bottomed out at the back of her throat, then plucked it free to thrum its length as Vanessa coughed beneath him. She tried to look away, but he gripped her lower jaw, hard, & pressed his nuts against her nose as his heavy, wet cock stood triumphantly above her. A few more strokes & Chris lowered his member’s head like a cannon at her face, dread overtaking Vanessa as her innocence washed away in a thick, salty sea of liquid conquest. Her cute, miserable features left stained with heartbreak & cum. She sobbed & hid her face as he silently dressed, before leaving her there.
Back at the house, Chris rallied his mates & they started for the front door. He passed Michelle & Katie as he left. They were grinning like idiots, half-cuddling as he walked by.
“Were you with Vanessa?” Michelle teased.
“Oh yeah,” he smiled handsomely at them. “I think we’re in love.” He kept walking as the girls giggled behind him.