Karen: The Rewrite

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This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed. You can reach me at the email address in my profile.

This tale is a spin-off from ‘Aunt Ellen’. I hadn’t originally intended to write it, but enough readers were interested in the characters to make me think it was worthwhile. Chronologically, it comes before ‘Aunt Ellen’ and originally linked to it. Now however in its rewritten form the reference in Aunt Ellen Chapter 2 no longer makes sense, as I’ve changed the circumstances!

My grateful thanks to Wida for taking the time to read and comment on my first draft. The improvements owe a lot to her, the mistakes are all mine.

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I was nineteen, going on twenty and still a virgin. I was beginning to think I was missing something, the way my friends went on, although I masturbated on a fairly regular basis and enjoyed the sensations I created for myself. A lot, if the truth were known. My best friend Jenny had been fucking for ages and kept telling me I was missing out on the best bits, that pricks were meant to fit in pussies and I should find a prick to fit mine. I’d started to wonder if she was right and decided to find out.

My current boyfriend Dave and I had been going out together for about four months. I liked him a lot and although I wasn’t sure that I really loved him I’d decided that I liked him enough to get his cooperation in losing my virginity and that tonight was the night. I hadn’t said anything, just made sure I had some rubbers in my purse in case he had none. I’d let Dave feel my tits on our third date, to our mutual enjoyment, and we’d progressed to the mutual masturbation stage after about six weeks. Neither of us had eaten the other out, but as far as our hands were concerned we’d been almost everywhere with each other.

We’d been to the cinema. I can’t remember now what was on, not that it matters. Then we’d driven down to the beach and found a secluded spot to park. We were kissing passionately, my blouse undone, my bra unfastened, my skirt up around my waist somewhere and the crotch of my panties moved aside to let his fingers at my pussy. I was as hot as Hades and I wanted something to quench my fire.

I took a deep breath. “Fuck me, Dave,” I whispered.

He stiffened. “You sure?” he murmured, surprise in his tone. I’d always said no before.

“Yes,” I said. I lifted my ass. “Pull my panties off.”

Trembling, he reached to my waistband and eased my panties down over my hips. I let my ass back down then and lifted my legs and he eased the damp wisp of cotton and nylon off my legs. I smiled at him. “Have you got any rubbers, sweetheart?” I asked gently.

“Shit! No!” he responded, disappointment heavy in his tone.

I kissed his nose. “I have.” I reached for my purse, found a rubber and handed it to him.

He grinned at me, then eased his jeans down and pushed down his shorts. My fingers had been busy in there and he was sporting a useful looking erection. Dave was nice and hard to my touch, smooth, his pubic hair curly and a little wiry. He tore open the little foil packet and carefully unrolled the condom onto his prick.

I reached for him and we kissed passionately, tongues duelling, then I lay back and spread my legs. “Come on, baby, do it now!”

Dave eased forward and put his prick at the entrance to my cunt. I was trembling with anticipation and gritted my teeth against the expected discomfort but as he pressed forward he stopped suddenly.

“Damn!” he said violently.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” I asked anxiously.

“Well, I’m sure as hell not,” he said savagely. “I’ve just fucking come.”

‘Oh shit,’ I thought, ‘premature ejaculation’. Aloud I said, “Never mind, sweetheart, we’ll try again in a little while.”

“We fucking won’t,” he retorted, pulling the condom from his wilting prick and throwing it through the car window. He pulled up his shorts and jeans and started the car engine.

“Dave,” I said despairingly, “Don’t be like that.” I touched his hand. “There’s plenty of time. We can try again.”

“The hell with that. This is all your fault anyway.” Dave said, shaking my hand off in irritation. “You wait until I am already on the verge of coming and then you decide you want to fuck.”

My fault! My fault, hell. Dave was being unreasonable, but I could understand his embarrassment. I really didn’t want things to end like this. “Dave, please,” I begged, “It’s no one’s fault. It is just one of those things that happens sometimes. Dave, come on, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Ashamed!” Dave shouted. “What makes you think I’m ashamed of anything? The same damn thing would have happened to anybody else, and you know it,” he yelled as he put the car into gear, floored the throttle and sprayed gravel all over as he jockeyed the car back towards the road.

“Slow down,” I yelled, “let me get my clothes straight.” I was frantically trying to fasten my bra, luckily with a front clasp, and pull the front of my blouse together when we reached the road. Dave barely paused but swung the car onto the pavement and headed back to town. I fumbled my buttons fastened and tugged my skirt down. I had no idea where my panties had gone. “Dave?” I said despairingly, scarcely knowing this boy I’d been going to submit to only moments before.

“Shut up,” he yelled.

Astonished, I subsided. I looked at him. His face was grim in concentration and ugly in its ferocity. Unconsciously, I eased away from him. I wasn’t sure I knew this new Dave. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know him.

“Dave, please. Slow down, you’ll get us killed,” I said imploringly. He ignored me. I lost my temper then. “If you’re going to drive like this, let me out,” I yelled.

He slammed the brakes on so hard I almost went through the windscreen. As soon as the car had come to a standstill, I was out, my purse in my hand. As I stood there on the roadside, Dave leaned across towards the still open door and said between clenched teeth, “Listen, bitch, if I ever find out that you let slip what happened tonight, I’ll make sure everyone knows what kind of a slut you really are. Think about it. I can honestly tell all your friends how you begged me to slip it to you.”

I slammed the car door and he was away before the sound had registered. ‘Damn,” I thought to myself, “fucking moron!” I laughed shortly to myself. “Him or me?” I wondered. I was furious, both with Dave and myself. Furious, frustrated and disappointed. And horny. Don’t forget horny. I burst into tears. I couldn’t help myself, I was so miserable, so confused. What had gotten into him? I looked around, taking stock of my location. Shit! The middle of fucking nowhere. I started walking, not liking being out alone at night, especially here on an unlit road. I was scared and I was alone. A few cars passed me, but I didn’t try to thumb a lift, in fact I hid when the lights loomed up. At least my blouse and skirt were dark coloured. A light appeared in the gloom and relief hit me. There was a roadside diner up ahead. There would be a phone. I could ask Matt to come and get me. Hell, if my brother was at home, I could. Otherwise…

It was about time I got lucky, and I did. Just as I was about to enter the diner, a couple came out. The guy and I recognised each other instantly.

“Karen!” exclaimed Tommy Jensen. “What brings you out here?” He looked at my probably tear-stained face and then over my shoulder. “You’re alone?” he added in a surprised tone. There was concern on his face.

“Dave and I had a fight,” I said wearily. “He was driving like a maniac so I made him let me out. He dumped me back along towards the beach. I was going to ring home and ask my brother to come and pick me up.”

“No need,” said Tommy. “We’ll give you a lift.” He turned to his companion. “Alice, meet Karen. Karen’s an old school friend. Karen, this is Alice.”

“Hi,” I said, rather liking the look of Tommy’s cool blonde companion. “I’d rather have met you under better circumstances.”

Alice smiled sympathetically. “Come on, honey,” she said, taking my arm, “the car’s over here.”

Ten minutes later, I was home. Matt’s pickup was there, so I guessed he was home. I wasn’t sure about the current girlfriend situation, although he’d let slip he was interested in Kathy Evans, so I made enough noise to let them separate, if he wasn’t alone. He was.

“Hi, sis,” he said, surprised. “You’re home early. I didn’t expect you until well after midnight, what with Mom and Dad being away and all.”

“Yeah.” I felt irritated, disgruntled and strangely, still horny.

“Something up?” asked Matt, gently, concern in his tone.

I shrugged. “I guess so,” I said reluctantly. “Dave and I had a fight.”

“What about,” he asked, “or is it none of my business?”

“No, it isn’t,” I retorted.

“OK, sis,” he said soothingly, “I’m here if you want to talk about it.” He shrugged. “I’m still here even if you don’t.”

I laughed. I was usually quite fond of my kid brother, eighteen months younger than me. He’d irritated me from time to time as we were growing, as kid brothers do, but as we reached our later teens he’d turned into a good friend, to my surprise. Suddenly I did want to tell him. I needed to tell someone, I was so frustrated.

“Matt?” I asked. “Do you get horny?”

He flushed, saying nothing for a moment, then giving me a rueful smile. “All the time, sis, all the time!”

“So do I,” I said feelingly.

“What’s the matter,” he asked, “Dave not perform adequately?” He raised his brows inquisitively.

“Shrewd guess,” I said. “I was all ready to surrender my maidenly virtue. I had him all lined up and on target but he shot his load before he got it in then lost his temper.”

“And?” said Matt, a little startled at my candour.

“Pulled his pants up, started the car, and took off like a maniac. There was me, my tits hanging out, trying to fasten my bra and blouse while locoman does seventy miles an hour.” I shook my head. “I yelled at him and told him to let me out. He did. On the old road to Cedar Creek.”