My Memories Are So Clear, It Could Have Been Yesterday

I got a VW Bug for my 16th birthday. That day I took it for a ride. I ran a stop sign, and was hit broadside. In addition to broken bones, internal injuries, and my pride, I had a three inch cut on my cheek, which a large scar. An embarrassing, large scar, and a crooked smile.

I walked with a limp, smiled with a catch on my lip, I was no longer an attractive girl. No dates came forward. I used heavy makeup, but it looked fake, so I went naked with my scar. As it happened my family was invited over for Thanksgiving.

I met the 'son' there, a graduate student. He pushed up against a bookshelf and ran his finger along my scar. He then ran his finger up and down the middle of my 'vulva' in my pants. I had never been touched and I didn't stop him. A moment later he grabbed my breast with his hand.

After dinner we walked down to the boathouse on the river. He kissed me under the moonlight, with his hand on my behind. A second kiss and he unbuttoned my blouse, a third kiss and his shirt was off. Without a kiss he reached between my legs and warmly felt me up.

I was scared he was going to stop after m****ting me, and leave me alone because I was under age and my parents were up at the house. But he continued and we went into the boat house where he finished taking my clothes off. He admired me, before laying me on my back on a boat cushion. I opened my legs for him to kiss me where he had touched me in the house. He then took me into his arms, and voila! I was no longer a virgin.