Crossing Over Into The Big Girl World

I lost a bet in high school and had to date Rob. Rob was a new boy, tall, skinny, I didn't like him. We went as a group to the movies to see Jaws. The movie scared me but Rob was unmoved, his arm strong and he held me in a tight grip. After the movie we went for pizza and Rob offered to drive me home. He parked out of the lights of the driveway and out from under the street light. I had worn a blouse and skirt that evening and his hand was up between my legs, his fingers digging up my vagina. It wasn't Ling before my blouse was open and my bra unhitched, his mouth savoring my boobs. Bent backwards on the seat I felt his penis strike home, he had won his goal.

And that's how I crossed over into the big bad world of grown up girls.