Paul put his head in his hands and wept even harder. Kina lifted up her head from the bed, and peered across the room at him. “I’m so sorry Paul. I had no idea. I totally lost control over my body and my actions. I’ve never felt anything like that and I didn’t know it could feel that way. Are you mad?”
“I’m really confused. I’m angry. I’m sad. I’m hurt. I’m scared.”
“Come closer.”
“Why?” Paul wondered.
“Those two took something that we might have saved to share together. Now that it’s gone it doesn’t matter; we can’t get it back. But, I still want to be your first. Do you still want me? Even though I’m dirty?”
“If I said yes, would you think I’m sick?”
“Well, when I explain, you might think I am,” exclaimed Kina. “The entire time that was happening I knew I couldn’t stop it so I had to let go. I don’t remember when it happened. It seemed to go on forever. But…I found a way to replace my reality with you. Somehow I was able to turn both of their faces into you. The entire scene changed in my mind. That’s why I kept looking at you. I envisioned you the entire time. Now I want to make it real with you and only you,” she suggested.
Paul smiled elatedly. “That is a definite yes. Just looking at your beauty and knowing the truth you just told, I can put all of that behind us; just us.”
“Do you want me to go and clean up and make myself as fresh as I can for you?” Kina asked.
“No, it’s OK”, Paul exclaimed. “I don’t want to let you out of my sight, and I don’t want to wait another moment for what I’d hoped for from the start. To me, the only thing that matters is that you would be my first, and how fortunate I am that it is you. You’d still be the same beautiful girl for me as it was the first time I laid eyes on you. You are simply ravishing!”
Paul began to kiss her and they made love together for hours. She regained her strength and was able to please him again and again. There was not even any consideration of protection at this point. It simply didn’t matter now. What was done was done. They had both gotten their firsts. Paul was able to put the initial episode out of his mind while he conquered her for the first time, and basked in the belief that she had substituted his face for theirs. Kina, as well, had many more multiple orgasms throughout their experience together that warm afternoon. She didn’t have the inner strength to confess to him that he could never be as good as her first two massive and conquering lovers.
Later that day, and upon parting with clasped hands slowly loosening their grips, there was one final kiss between them. They smiled at each other, silently promising never to repeat or think of the rape portion again. All that was to be left was the blissful memory of their first time together.
Returning home, Kina thought quietly to herself, her dad alongside her on the plane. Did Paul really believe my story? Did he not realize how completely and lovingly I enjoyed my first experience with those two big black rapists? Could he not feel my trembling passion and arching body across the room as I squirmed in rhythm with them during their climactic escapades? If I am pregnant, what will I tell my friends at school? My father? Will it belong to Paul, or will one of the other men have fathered it? Even if I’m not, won’t I look back to my first pair of lovers as my center point of orgasmic bliss? What of my religious faith and what will they do to me if they ever learn of my experience? My young passion? My day of unbridled ecstasy?
T H E E N D
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