by Sandra Raine
I quickly sat up when I witnessed Dominic's open hand curling into a fist. And his intended violence then forced me to seek comfort against the headboard to the bed. Dominic didn’t say another word nor did he make another attempt to hit me. Instead he turned an abrupt heel and stormed out of Tanya's bedroom without so much as a glance back.
My hands were trembling uncontrollably as I wiped the tears from around my eyes. But the remnants of my "losin' it" was much worse especially when I made an attempt to get up from the bed and get dressed 'cause I couldn't do either. My body felt raw and bruised; my morale, tainted and tarnished, and so I was forced to sit back down for the next several minutes.
Eventually I staggered into Tanya's bathroom and sat on the toilet. As I pee'd it stung. And when I wiped my vagina, I noticed that I had wiped up some blood, too. Had I started my period? I began to ponder but the intense pain throbbing inside me wouldn't allow me to concentrate on anything else: My vagina felt like it had been stretched from one end of the world to another. Like someone grabbed a firm hold of my vaginal lips and pulled and tugged, expanding my tiny hole into a massive hole. My vagina felt like a hive with Dominic's dick disguised as a swarm of bees, diving in and grazing my insides with their potent stingers - this is exactly how I felt with losing my virginity.
I cried for what seemed like hours was but a few minutes when Tanya finally came knocking on her bathroom door. Then I broke down and told her what had happened. And what struck me as shockingly odd was that she wasn't the least bit surprised - it was as if she had already knew how Dominic was with girls. And her advice, "Don't tell anybody or it'll ruin his football career" was far from compassionate.
"Are you kidding me?" I blurted ‘cause I was completely astound. "You want me to keep quiet about what happened? Jesus, Tanya! I mean, Dominic practically raped me and then he hit me - "
"It was just a slap, Jane," she then had the audacity to muse and with a bored roll of her eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"Excuse you!" Tanya argued, her voice cold while her lips pursed and her eyes dimmed harshly at me. I took an alarming step back as soon as she stepped toward me. "If you say anything to anyone about what happened here tonight, Girl, I kid you not! I'll go to Toni and tell her how you seduced her man into having sex with you!"
"Tanya!?" I gasped and she completely ignored me. I mean, all she did to comfort my distress was to take a step back and survey herself in the mirror. I then watched in amazement as she fluffed her big blond curls and touched up her pouty lips with one of her many lip glosses adorning her vanity counter.
"Let's go have some pizza," Tanya then said to me with an eerie smile after she was done pampering herself.
Dominic was already downstairs in the family room shoving pizza into his mouth and watching a previous recorded football game. Tanya and Dominic exchanged a few words, a laugh and suddenly I wasn't in the mood to eat. I wanted to go home so badly but I had already agreed to spend the night so I was forced to eat pizza and watch the football game; I was silent the whole time.
After an hour or so, Tanya picked up her cell from off the square glass coffee table and began texting leaving Dominic to casually rise from his seat. Holding his hand out to me as if he were a gentleman and I his lady, he propositioned: "Ready for round two?"
Chapter 3
Fall Break -
Lying next to Dominic was like lying next to my brother.
Dominic and I are naked again. For the last few days we had been locked up in his room doing nothing else except having sex. And the more sex I had with him the less my vagina hurt and the sexual pleasure started to kick in especially when he confessed that he was grooming me to be his girlfriend.
During our "sessions", which Dominic dubbed, he coached me on how to move in bed, how to respond to his sex and the use of other sexual positions. He had me sit on top of him. He had me get on my hands and knees. He had me bend over the bed, over a chair, and he had me bend down right in front of him. He also had me give him blow jobs, hand jobs and tit jobs.
There were times when Dominic was pretty rough with his teachings though. And there were other times when he was gentle which made sex with him very confusing to me. Then there were times when he wanted to kiss me and then there were times when he didn't. But the one thing he wouldn't do after the sex was hold me or caress me 'cause he, too, immediately turned cold the way Tanya had done when I accused Dominic of rape and abuse.
I glanced to my left toward the clock on the nightstand: it was after three in the morning during one of my sleepovers. I was starting to feel tired, drowsy, and my body was starting to take a toll especially between my legs 'cause my vagina started to hurt again. But Dominic wanted me to stay awake. He threatened that if I fell asleep he would hit me. So I stood awake to avoid him hitting me.
Dominic's room was a cross between a sports bar and a garage station of pin-up girls in string bikinis. I hadn't recognized any of the models and I didn't care too although I could've sworn one model resembled a famous celebrity.
After a few more rounds of rigorous sex, Dominic finally let me get some sleep. But when I woke up later that morning I began to worry 'cause Dominic never left me alone in his room.
I stole an anxious glance at the clock and noticed it was just after nine. I quickly jumped out of his bed, got dressed and headed to Tanya's bedroom to see her but Tanya wasn't in her room. It wasn't until I headed downstairs had I found her sitting in her ultra-gourmet kitchen drinking a cup of cappuccino and scanning an issue of Vogue.
"Hey,” I mumbled casually, “mind if I grab some cappuccino?" I asked, trying to sound like I didn’t have a care in the world even though I was worried sick about Dominic.
Tanya glanced up from her magazine. "Suit yourself," she said with a barely there smile.
I made myself a cup of cappuccino, then after, I took a seat at the breakfast counter. I sipped on the foam for a minute or so before summoning up the courage to break the unbearable silence.
"Um. . .so where's Dominic?"
Tanya shrugged her shoulders and continued scanning her magazine. It wasn't until I was half-way through sipping on my cappuccino when Tanya decided to say more than two words to me.
"Maybe he's at Toni's?"
"Oh," I suddenly groaned with a hint of dread percolating in my stomach.
Tanya quickly picked up her head and laughed. "Don't worry, Jane, he's not going to tell Toni anything."
A sigh of relief escaped me. "Good," I then whispered 'cause even I knew I had been spending a lot of alone time with Dominic. Toni had already confronted Dominic earlier about our sudden closeness leaving him to lie about how he was tutoring me in math.
Toni was sixteen and also a Junior. She was slightly taller than me and equally beautiful to Tanya. Everyone swore the two could have easily passed for twins given their blond curly hair, their pouty lips and smooth, flawless complexions. But the only thing that separated Toni from Tanya was her popularity; and Tanya from Toni, Cheer Captain.
Now as for me I didn't come close to in comparison to them two. ‘Cause first off, I was shorter than the two. And secondly, my hair wasn't blond and curly it was brown and straight. And my lips didn't pucker they aligned almost too perfectly. My complexion however, aside from colorless and barren, needed a desperate tanning. My mother once compared my beauty to that of a post-Elizabethan tragedy 'cause she said I looked best when I didn't smile. Now if that wasn't a low-blow to my already teenaged insecurities.
Settling her magazine aside, Tanya then said through a grin, "Want to go to a frat party this weekend?"
"Uh. . ."
"My cousins are throwing the party. It'll be fun."
Another sigh of relief escaped me. "Um. . .sure."
Tanya lit up. "Good! Now let's go shopping for some party clothes!"
"Cool!" I cheered.
Tanya drove us to the Biltmore Fashion Square Plaza in her new 2009 Black BMW Sedan. It was her belated sixteenth birthday gift from he
r parents; the Beamer still had paper plates.
"I think this dress is a little too short," I complained to Tanya as I stepped out of the dressing room to survey myself in the three-way standing mirror.
"It looks great!" Tanya praised, tugging the lycra spandex dress which hugged my curves dangerously. It was hot pink, long sleeved and slightly low cut - it made my boobs look really big.
"I like it." Tanya then commented after studying my appearance closer. "This is definitely the one, Jane."
"Oh, I don't know, Tanya?" I stated uncertainly. "If my dad sees me in this he's going to have a freaking heart attack!"
Tanya stepped up from behind me. Holding out both my arms with hers she then suggested, "Buy the dress and you can change at my house." I nodded 'cause it was a good idea at the time.
"Think Dominic will like my dress?" I casually, but cautiously pried Tanya the minute she pulled her Beamer onto the circular driveway to her house. I had asked 'cause Dominic's ride was parked out on the driveway. It was a Silver Gray SUT Hummer.
The Ray’s house was a contemporary mansion complete with separate servant quarters, tennis courts and an elaborate hi-tech exercise room. The entire backyard was built in the landscape of an oasis complete with a lake and a waterfall for a swimming pool. Their home was voted best in Contemporary Living in the Better Homes and Garden magazine - twice. And it was recently showcased on HGTV for most extravagant homes in Paradise Valley.
Mr. and Mrs. Bob Ray were Lawyers with offices in LA and Canada but they mostly practiced here in Arizona. It was rumored they had a private jet but neither Tanya nor Dominic would comment when asked. I mean, I've known Tanya for a while now and I've yet to see this assumed "private jet" of theirs.
"Listen, Jane," Tanya said as she cut the engine to her Beamer and shifted in her seat to face me intimately. I then took a deep breath the second she took both my hands into hers. "If I were you I wouldn't worry too much about Dominic. I mean, I know you like him a lot, and I don't want to see your feelings get hurt if it doesn't pan out between you two the way you want it to. I mean, the best advice I can give you, and if you want to make Dominic happy, is to do whatever he asks you to do, and don't ask questions, okay?"
God, Tanya could be so sweet and so convincing when she wanted to be, when it worked to her advantage that was. And I should've taken her so called "bf advice" as another red flag and not necessarily to heart.
"Tanya said you bought a dress; I hear it's sexy." Dominic unexpectedly said from behind me thus startling me ‘cause I flinched. My heart then thumped as Dominic casually strolled in my direction. I meant to say something in response to the dress but Dominic had already pulled me into him where he then kissed me hard on the mouth.
"Whoa, Dominic!" I exclaimed, pulling back. I needed room, and air to breathe.
"What's the matter, baby," he teased, cinching my waist tighter and ushering my body up against the breakfast counter. This time his body pressed provocatively into mine. And again he kissed me. Only this time his kiss softened. Once we broke for air, he whispered, "Get on your knees."
"Wh. . .what?" I stammered in disbelief while my eyes self-consciously glanced both over our shoulders. I mean, we were in the kitchen and Tanya was somewhere in the house lurking.
"You heard me!" Dominic then stated firmly. Suddenly he wasn't so sweet but demanding.
"Dominic," I began to plead but he just ignored me, placing both hands on my shoulders and forcing me down to my knees. Tears of shame instantly clouded my eyes. My hands then started to tremble particularly when I reached for the button on his jeans. Dominic’s cock was already hard and swollen when I pulled him out and opened my mouth to take him in. But then he suddenly spoke, forcing me to look up at him.
"Remember, Jane, guys like it when you look at them while sucking their cocks." Chills instantly ran up and down my spine as I envisioned Dominic's words springing to reality right before my eyes as if he were all the guys he was referring too. But none of that vision was more chilling than watching him wink right as he said these words to me. Eventually I erased the thought, nodded and forced my mouth over his cock.
Chapter 4
Friday -
The fraternity party was tomorrow. And I was a nervous wreck.
When I asked my parents about going to a Frat party in Tempe I thought for sure they were going to object, but to my surprise, they didn't. Now I went from being a nervous wreck to being flat out excited! I texted Tanya right away and told her the good news. She was thrilled 'cause I didn't have to lie as I originally thought I would have had too.
Afterwards, I headed out with my family to dinner.
My mother loved Applebee's every other Friday night. To her it was like eating at McDonalds. She reminded me of Grace Kelly with all her feminism in fashion and poise. She was very quiet, very reserved and very beautiful, and my father liked her that way.
As for my father. . .well, sometimes he wasn’t an easy walk through the park. He was a few years older than my mother, quite handsome, and at times, charming – which seemed to explain my attraction to Dominic. And his word was always final unless it benefited him which was why I was surprised when he agreed to letting me attend the Frat party. I mean, I knew my mother was going to say yes 'cause she said "yes" to everything I asked for, whenever I asked. But with my father, I still had to work him a bit even if it meant turning on my girlie charm to convince him otherwise - an act my father always tended to fall for in the end. But lately it seemed like my father was in agreement to everything I was asking for including my spending my school nights sleeping at Tanya's. And that alone left me feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
Now I know this sounded quite groveling of me 'cause girls my age would kill for the opportunity to spend a school night at their bf's during the week. . .but my father used to be very overprotective of me which I labeled as a phobia. I mean, I couldn't go to the girl's restroom in a public place without my brother Doug trailing closely behind me. It was my father's way, I assumed, and I quote him: "Taking care of you even if I'm not there to do the job".
But since and now that Doug was in College I figured my father would've stepped in Doug’s shoes and taken back the reigns but that hasn't happened as of yet ‘cause lately he’s been in his own world.
The investment firm he had built from the bottom up nearly twenty years ago recently bankrupted due to the recession. The majority of his high-end clients had pulled their monies from one day to the next to avoid becoming victims of fraud and embezzlement. I remembered my father feeling down ‘cause it was a serious blow to his firm as well as his ego. But in spite of what had happened my father still managed – to this very day - to save enough money to continue supporting our pampered lifestyle.
My parents' home was no contemporary mansion like the Ray's but it was equally huge and as equally extravagant and we all lived in the same area not more than a mile from one another. And even though our house possessed no oasis or hi-tech equipment it did possess tennis courts, an Olympic size swimming pool and a pond with a few live ducks as added decor.
As with Tanya's bedroom, my bedroom also housed its own bathroom, a fireplace and adjacent dressing room only my bathroom didn't possess a Jacuzzi as did Tanya and Dominic's bathrooms. I did own a car, a 2008 Lexus Sedan. But because I didn't have a driver's license or a driver's permit, I was only allowed to drive around locally like to school or to the mall or to Tanya's house. I also had an abundance of credit cards and gas cards as well as an open checking account which I hardly ever used since my father lost his business. I guess I was conscientious about spending money my father didn't have. I knew other girls my age wouldn't think twice about not spending daddy's money but I loved my father.
"I was telling your father that I think it's a good idea we move," my mother announced suddenly over the table. And she actually sounded ecstatic.
I quickly looked to my father to see his reaction but he was too busy studying the menu: the same menu he always studi
ed whenever we frequented the place. The same menu he already knew by heart but refused to acknowledge that very fact.
"Dad?" My tone, while edgy and literally on the verge of an anxiety attack, casually fished for his answer.
"Yes, Sweetheart?" he then answered from behind his menu only I didn't respond 'cause I was still in shock over my mother's unexpected announcement. After a couple of grueling minutes had passed my father finally glanced my way. And instead of being met with my smile he was instead met by my sullen expression which casted an even darker hue over our already dimly lit table.
I don't want to leave Dominic! were the words aching to escape my mouth but I couldn't tell him that; it would've ruined his dinner. Better yet, assure me a long grounding.
"Like your mother stated, Sweetheart, we're thinking about it," my father the retorted sharply while motioning our waiter to our table.
I shifted my attention back to my mother, who according to her expression, was not in absolute agreement with my father ‘cause she pursed her lips and merely forced a smile at Doug and I.
"I still think it's a good idea," she then belatedly objected in spite of what my father had just said. My father glowered at my mother but it was only for a second ‘cause the sweet, girlish charm of my eight-year-old sister Bree had unintentionally interrupted an obvious scolding.
"Daddy, can I have what you're going to have?"
"Sure, Princess."
Bree turned to our mother without missing a beat and said, "Dad said it was okay to have a beer." Doug and I both laughed while our parents exchanged mortified looks.
"You folks ready to order?" our waiter, a cute college-prep looking guy, then casually interrupted.
Bree wasted no time addressing our waiter. "I'll have a beer!" she ordered.