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Everyone has this picture of fall in New England. What most people see is some picture taken in a small Vermont town where the trees present a flourish of colors stretching off into the nearby mountains. But what you don't see is pictures of spring in New England. I suppose the lack of brilliant colors is one reason. Another could be the difficulty in portraying the fresh scents of a late spring day when all the trees are in full bloom. I've long suspected that a combination of the newly warm day, those wonderful awakening scents and hormones cause a heightened awareness of the opposite sex for a lot of us.
Gwen had discovered her sexuality at an early age. She was normal in that respect that puberty brought forth the idea that boys had something to offer other than cooties. But like most of us she felt awkward about her new found sexuality and her explorations were limited to what she could imagine in her mind or what she learned from other girls. It wasn't until her senior year in high school at the age of 18 that she actually lost her virginity. The boy's name was George and he was her date to the senior prom. She had told her best friend Lisa her plan. Lisa had been a good source of advice to her but when she said she thought George was a bad choice Gwen had brushed aside the idea.
In the early morning hours after the prom Gwen and George made their way to a lake in the town. George had brought several six packs of beer and the two of them drank like there was no tomorrow. Gwen was a little tipsy but George was almost falling over drunk when he finally made his move on her.
George began pawing her breasts and pulling at her gown when she finally said, "Wait! You're gonna rip it." She stood up and dropped her gown to the ground. As soon as she got back down next to him George started pawing at her again. Fearing he would rip her bra off she took it off for him. But now she was having second thoughts about the whole scene. "Maybe we shouldn't do this. I'm not sure I'm ready." Gwen said as she pushed away from him. It wasn't entirely true though. Her doubts this evening were more over George's being drunk than her not wanting to have sex right then. George had managed to get his pants off along with his underpants and was pawing at her again.
"I don't want to do this." Gwen finally said. What ever feelings she had about how nice it would be to have sex had fled and now she was left with a desire to go home. But George had other ideas.
"Come on Gwen, you said you wanted to." George persisted as he pushed down her panties.
"No George, I don't want to now let me up." Gwen said with a raised voice and as firmly as she could managed.
"But I love you Gwen," George countered and she could feel his cock brushing against her pussy. Any other time such feeling a cock brushing against her like that would have been enough but she felt this scene angering her.
"No George don't!" Gwen persisted as she tried to squirm from under his body.
Then something happened that surprised and shocked her. George slap her across her face and then pinned her arms down. She was too stunned to react quickly and in those hesitant moments she felt George enter her. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She could hear him grunting above her but she felt detached from the scene as if she were just watching it happening to someone else. It felt like she was paralyzed, unable to help herself. The next thing she knew George rolled off her body and lay down next to her.
"Oh baby you were fucking awesome." George said as if they had just made passionate love.
Gwen just lay there, still and dazed. She desperately tried to thing of what she should do next. Finally she just got up and started to put her clothes back on. "Take me home." Gwen demanded in the sternest voice she could muster. When she saw he was about to say something she said in a voice raised higher than the last time. "Don't say anything, just take me home goddamn it.
The ride home was heavy with the silence within the car. Gwen felt as if she were in a daze. When the arrived in front of her house George tried to lean over and kiss her but Gwen hit his chest with the heel of her hand and jumped out of the car and almost ran to her front door.
She felt grateful that no one was up because the last thing she wanted to do was to discuss her evening. In her bedroom she cried herself to sleep. The next time she saw George he tried to talk to her as if nothing had happened. Gwen's anger became palpable and she yelled at him calling him a prick amongst other things.
When demetevler escort (http://ankaraeses.com/ad-category/demetevler-escort/) Lisa tried to talk to her about the evening later that day Gwen clammed up and stated it was something she didn't want to talk about. Lisa of course new something was very wrong but she also knew badgering Gwen about it would get her no where.
The next Friday evening Gwen went out with Lisa to get a few things at the mall. The plan was to get a light dinner and then go to Lord
Gwen had discovered her sexuality at an early age. She was normal in that respect that puberty brought forth the idea that boys had something to offer other than cooties. But like most of us she felt awkward about her new found sexuality and her explorations were limited to what she could imagine in her mind or what she learned from other girls. It wasn't until her senior year in high school at the age of 18 that she actually lost her virginity. The boy's name was George and he was her date to the senior prom. She had told her best friend Lisa her plan. Lisa had been a good source of advice to her but when she said she thought George was a bad choice Gwen had brushed aside the idea.
In the early morning hours after the prom Gwen and George made their way to a lake in the town. George had brought several six packs of beer and the two of them drank like there was no tomorrow. Gwen was a little tipsy but George was almost falling over drunk when he finally made his move on her.
George began pawing her breasts and pulling at her gown when she finally said, "Wait! You're gonna rip it." She stood up and dropped her gown to the ground. As soon as she got back down next to him George started pawing at her again. Fearing he would rip her bra off she took it off for him. But now she was having second thoughts about the whole scene. "Maybe we shouldn't do this. I'm not sure I'm ready." Gwen said as she pushed away from him. It wasn't entirely true though. Her doubts this evening were more over George's being drunk than her not wanting to have sex right then. George had managed to get his pants off along with his underpants and was pawing at her again.
"I don't want to do this." Gwen finally said. What ever feelings she had about how nice it would be to have sex had fled and now she was left with a desire to go home. But George had other ideas.
"Come on Gwen, you said you wanted to." George persisted as he pushed down her panties.
"No George, I don't want to now let me up." Gwen said with a raised voice and as firmly as she could managed.
"But I love you Gwen," George countered and she could feel his cock brushing against her pussy. Any other time such feeling a cock brushing against her like that would have been enough but she felt this scene angering her.
"No George don't!" Gwen persisted as she tried to squirm from under his body.
Then something happened that surprised and shocked her. George slap her across her face and then pinned her arms down. She was too stunned to react quickly and in those hesitant moments she felt George enter her. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She could hear him grunting above her but she felt detached from the scene as if she were just watching it happening to someone else. It felt like she was paralyzed, unable to help herself. The next thing she knew George rolled off her body and lay down next to her.
"Oh baby you were fucking awesome." George said as if they had just made passionate love.
Gwen just lay there, still and dazed. She desperately tried to thing of what she should do next. Finally she just got up and started to put her clothes back on. "Take me home." Gwen demanded in the sternest voice she could muster. When she saw he was about to say something she said in a voice raised higher than the last time. "Don't say anything, just take me home goddamn it.
The ride home was heavy with the silence within the car. Gwen felt as if she were in a daze. When the arrived in front of her house George tried to lean over and kiss her but Gwen hit his chest with the heel of her hand and jumped out of the car and almost ran to her front door.
She felt grateful that no one was up because the last thing she wanted to do was to discuss her evening. In her bedroom she cried herself to sleep. The next time she saw George he tried to talk to her as if nothing had happened. Gwen's anger became palpable and she yelled at him calling him a prick amongst other things.
When demetevler escort (http://ankaraeses.com/ad-category/demetevler-escort/) Lisa tried to talk to her about the evening later that day Gwen clammed up and stated it was something she didn't want to talk about. Lisa of course new something was very wrong but she also knew badgering Gwen about it would get her no where.
The next Friday evening Gwen went out with Lisa to get a few things at the mall. The plan was to get a light dinner and then go to Lord