5 comments/ 26722 views/ 13 favorites Charlene Ch. 01 By: Nymfoholic My name is Charlene . My family and friends call me Charlie. I am 25 years old. Today is my birthday. On the day I am writing this I am burying my mother. People have told me that it is tragic to bury my mother on my birthday but that is not the real tragedy. The real tragedy is that she finally fought to free herself from the monster she called husband only to die anyway. I say he got her despite leaving... Cancer was only his weapon. I am writing this to purge the poison from my mind, my body and my spirit, so that the silence that twisted into the hammer of death against my mother cannot get me too. Then, I am going to forget, I will move on to the peace of my life and live. I will not fear every dark place. Every man will not be my enemy. I will be free. My story starts on this day in 1986. My mother was out shopping for last minute baby things and her water broke. She was delivered to the hospital by an elderly man and his granddaughter. They happened to be behind her in line and gave her the use of their cell phone to call hospital and husband. My father was in such a panic to get to her that he couldn't think straight. He ran a stop sign and died two intersections away from his beloved wife and newly born daughter. I did meet him though. His spirit touched mine on his way out... His kiss marking me forever. Two tiny birth marks side by side. Lips, on my shoulder. I only have a few photos of my father. Him as a young boy, a teen, a college student. His wedding day and one holding my mother, heavy with child, his arms holding us both. I look just like him. Thick, heavy, light blond hair. Green eyes. Golden complexion, glowing, flawless skin. I have my mothers build. Tall-5'11, large firm breasts that sit high on my chest. A small waist and rounded hips and bottom. I guess I got it all beauty, symmetry, even perfect white teeth... But not happiness. When I was four my mother remarried. She was as beautiful as me but dark. Dark hair, eyes. Exotic looking. Her new husband was a lot like my father in looks so no one knew he was not my natural father. He was tall, blond. His build was slighter than my father. Mom told me that Dad spent every moment he could carve outside but Dave sat at a desk all week and 'puttered around' on weekends. That's not to say we never went to the beach or out camping but Dave wasn't fond of the outdoors so we seldom went even though mother loved it. Things were relatively peaceful at home for the first few years. Dave tried hard to win me over not really realizing that I am quiet and reserved by nature. This was not aided by the fact that my mother had kept my early years quiet and stable. Few friends, fewer visitors. I developed a very shy streak that Dave took personally. Our lives were normal even if a bit mundane up until mom got pregnant again. Dave was not overly fond of the idea that he was going to be a father again so late in life. He started to Change. He developed a temper. He was angry and resentful all the time. Things were tense and stressful. Mom was quite frankly so happy to be having another baby that she ignored the warning signs. Shortly after my 18 birthday my sister Andrea was born. Dave was having a card party. My mother was in the basement working on a craft project. My new baby sister had woke up and was fussing. I was very fond of her and pleased that she looked just like me. Her eyes were brown like moms but otherwise she was my twin and I was delighted with her. Sometimes I would get up to talk to her when she fussed and she would go back to sleep, Comforted that I was close by, but this time she was not stopping. I went looking for a parent. When I reached the kitchen it was full of strange men. They were all looking at me. I didn't realize we had company so I was in my baby doll pajamas. I guess Dave could see I was freaked out cause he looked up at me and said 'hey kiddo... Can't sleep'? I shook my head no as I backed out of the room. "Baby is awake and needs one of you." I turned and got out of there. I heard Dave swear and yell real loud for my mother to get the baby. My mother came running and a big fight ensued. They were yelling at each other so Dave's buddies left. That made Dave real mad. Mom was yelling that she didn't care. I remember thinking as I picked my sister up to comfort her that the two of them were more worried about fighting than the baby. What kind of parenting is that? The two of them escalated until it was a real fight. That was the first night Dave hit my mother. He was very drunk. Mom cried herself to sleep. She had the baby with her and told Dave to sleep on the couch. I was very worried and couldn't sleep. Things got worse after that. I spent all the time I could in my room only helping with my chores and the baby. Dave drank daily and mom cried daily. Looking back I think she had post-partum depression but it wasn't as well known then. She pretty well stopped living and just existed. My sister Andrea and I became abnormally close. With both parents checked out I did a lot of stuff with her. By the time summer hit things were really bad. Mom and Dave had their own rooms and the fights were getting really physical now too. She was very good at hiding the evidence but I saw it anyway. Once, while she was putting on her make up she pulled me onto her lap and just held me. Her eye was all black and her lip was split. After a few minutes she started to cry. I was really scared. She smiled at me and said she was sorry things were this way. That it wasn't how she imagined our lives. I was very confused by that! I started to develop a small fear of Dave. I was nervous around him especially when we were alone. I started to notice Dave's eyes following me around whenever I was near him. Once I caught him staring at my butt and adjusting himself. The next day I asked my mom for a lock for my door. She freaked out with anger and suspicion. But I told her it was just cause I was 18 and wanted privacy. She agreed. A few times Dave came to the door. He tried the knob and even knocked quietly. I never answered. He started on mom after that. What do I need a lock for? I'm a kid for f***s sakes! What if I have drugs in there? What If I sneak boys in there? Mom never relented. I don't know what I would have done if she had. I had an uncomfortable feeling around Dave that just increased over time. I would look around and catch him watching me. One night I forgot to lock my door and when I woke up in the night Dave was standing in the doorway just watching me. It creeped me out. I never forgot to lock my door again. Things went down hill fast after that. By the end of summer I was at my wits end with Dave. I couldn't bring myself to leave because my mom was so depressed and Andy needed me. I was stressed out and anxious all the time. Whenever he could he would catch me alone. One night Mom knocked on my door. I woke up and let her in forgetting to lock it. She had had a nightmare and wanted to check on me. We talked quietly for awhile and eventually I fell asleep. When Mom went back to bed she left my door open. At some point Dave came into my room. He was drunk. He sat beside me and woke me up. He had never done that before. He told me to be quiet and not wake anybody up. Alarms were going off in my head. Then he started to speak. He was pretty drunk so he didn't make much sense. Basically he was talking about leaving. As he spoke his hand started to travel all over my back and sides, grazing my breast with his thumb occasionally. I felt penned in and was trying to shrink back away from him. I looked down and his manhood was very hard and the top was sticking out of his pajamas. There was wetness around the top. I bolted to the bathroom and locked the door. I didn't come out till morning. I avoided him like the plague after that. I was out as much as I could be with Andy. When home we were inseparable. Twice I was doing yard work and when I was putting the tools away he cornered me in the garage. The first time he just grabbed my arm and held me still while he rubbed my breasts and bum through my clothes. As he pressed his hardness into my bum mom called me to the phone. Dave didn't come out for awhile and he looked angry when he did! The next time I thought he was out with friends so I was happy and relaxed. He came into the garage and pushed up behind me. I was terrified! He pinned me against the wall and pressed his rock hard erection into my bum. His hand slid right down the front of my pants and into my panties. His finger slid inside me. He was grinding hard into my bum and breathing heavy. Then a horn honked right outside the garage and his friend yelled for him. He jumped away from me. His eyes looked right into mine as he sucked on the finger he had in me. My eyes were wide with shock as he turned and joined his buddies. I got a job after that babysitting for a nice couple with two babies. Evenings and weekends. I took Andrea with me as often as possible. Dave bitched at my mother almost constantly. Why does she need a job? We give her an allowance so she can focus on her studies. Now that school was back in shouldn't She be home studying? These people are taking advantage of her! She's never home. What about college? Mom said she was too tired to fight me on it. Besides couldn't he see how happy I am?? The last time he got me alone was right before Easter weekend. I had just lost my job the week before because the family had moved to New York. It was several states away from me so I couldn't keep babysitting for them anymore. It also meant more time at home. I was doing laundry. Our laundry room is off the kitchen. The back door opens onto it as well as the basement door and kitchen door. It's a pretty big room and has a full size washer, dryer, freezer and several stand alone cupboards with plenty of open space and walking room. I was bent over sorting laundry and gathering socks to soak in the washtub when two hands grabbed me by my hips and pulled me back onto an erect hard penis. I screamed. Dave laughed. My pajama pants and panties were little barrier for his erection. I looked behind me and tried to stand but he forced me to stay bent over. He was talking the whole time about how bad he just wanted a taste. One more taste. I saw his pajama pants were open at the pee slit and his full manhood was out, even his sac. He was pulling me into his thrusting erection so hard he was lifting me onto my toes. His penis was going inside me even with my clothes on. I was so frightened I couldn't even cry. I started fighting, kicking, scratching to get away but it was only helping him get deeper. He started laughing again. I froze. He pulled out of me but my clothes stayed up there. He walked me the short distance to the washer and bent me over it pinning me down by my neck. His other hand rubbed my back and he was using his smooth voice again. He pulled my pants and underwear down. I felt them pool at my feet. His foot caught them the rest of the way off and he kicked them away. Stepping between my legs he forced them apart exposing me to his eyes. His legs trapped mine against the washer. He was breathing fast. I tried to think. I watched him lick his lips. His hand rubbed all over my bare bum. He was humming! Tears started to fall silently down my face and my heart was pounding hard. Then SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! He was spanking me! Hard! On my bare bum! Then he started rubbing me again. Slapping hard then rubbing over and over. I was crying hard now. To my utter shock I started to feel wet down there! Then everything stopped, including my breath as his hand slid down my bum into my body. His finger rubbed all around. Inside, up over, back in. I turned my head and strained to see him. I was begging him to stop. And while I watched, terrified, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it. His eyes closed. His pants were around his ankles and I had no doubt what was going to happen! I felt his erection slip into me just a little. He pulled back out and surged forward again. The head of his manhood just inside me. I started to fight again but he grabbed my hair and forced my head back. His other hand pinning me down tight against the washer my feet off the floor. This time anger made him forceful and he thrust harder tearing my hymen. I cried out in pain. His ragged breath on my neck as he bent over me. "I've been waiting for this for a long time" he snarled. The washer banged as he thrust into me harder and harder. I could feel wetness oozing out of me and running down my legs. I was terrified because after the pain subsided it started to feel good. I could feel the pressure in me building as he hammered in and out of me fast and hard. My breasts bouncing up and down, my breath ragged. Daves hand left my hair and squeezed my breast. Pinching my nipple hard I came convulsing around his hardness. My body milking his penis. I felt him cum inside me his hot seed splashing my tender womb. I was so ashamed. My body felt alive. I was quivering with aftershocks of my first orgasm. Raped by my step father! He let go for a fraction of a second to put both hands on my bum and I shoved him over and ran. I got to my room seconds before him and locked him out! Dave was completely enraged. He was banging and kicking on the door demanding to be let in. At first I just stood in the middle of my room shaking and crying. But when Dave said he was coming back with a screw driver I lept into action! I jumped into jeans, a tshirt and hoodie.Threw my personal stuff into two hockey bags, dropped them and then myself, out the window and ran! Charlene Ch. 02 I wasn't sure where I was going. I just ran. Hard and fast. I stopped running when I got to the subway. I sat on the train for hours trying to figure out what to do. My step dad, who had tried several times to get me since I turned 18, had finally succeeded in raping me tonight. Just 4 hours ago I had been a virgin. Now I was in pain, deflowered, devastated and on the run. I had a friend who was a runaway and he told me he lived out of a locker at the bus station. I decided to go there. It took me longer than I thought to find Timmy. I thought living there would be like me living in my house. Turns out its just a place to keep your stuff. Sitting in the cafe together I told Tim my story. I felt hollow. I couldn't even cry. Tim told me his old man pounded on him regular like all his life. When he was 18 his dad got in the shower with him. It was the last time he ever hit Tim. When Tim left an hour later his dad was still in the shower unconscious and his mom had called the police. I cried for Tim. Tim helped me decide to go to New York. He was sure the Osloviks , my old employers, would help me even if they couldn't let me stay there. It was the safest place I could think of. Tim wouldn't let me go alone so I payed our way and we left. Standing outside the gate of their house I was petrified. Tim kept asking me if I got the address right. I didn't know. The postal address said this was the place but... A car pulled up beside us and Mr. Oslovik slid his window down. He seemed angry. He wanted to know what we wanted. I guess it did look kinda bad. Two teens standing around in dark clothes and hoodies. Bags filled with god only knew what as night was creeping in. I pulled my hood off and said 'sorry Mr Olsovik'. He looked shocked and made us get in his car. He kept asking what I was doing there but in a confused way. His anger gone. He drove us up the long drive to his house. Once inside he made us tell him and his wife what was going on. So I told them who Tim was and how we both came to be runaways. Tim was 19 now so he could do what he wanted. I was technically not minor either but Mr. O said that this crime needed to be reported. Ready to bolt I jumped up. Mr. O gently grabbed my arm and asked me to sit down. He explained that he needed to figure out what to do but that sending me back was NOT going to be how this all worked out. Tears filled with relief slid down my face. It was decided that Tim would join the household as an under gardener. He would live in the bunk house with the others and be paid a wage. Tim, who was very wary of adults now, was happy enough. He would stay long enough to make sure I was gonna be ok. I was happy about that. My next few days were filled with meetings. Two cops came to the house and I had to tell them my story over and over. Then a lawyer came. He explained that he was going to represent me and my interests for court. He asked hundreds of questions, made me tell him two or three times all that had happened and wrote everything down. Then he came back with a man and a woman. They said the were detectives with 'special victims unit'. They deal with sex crimes and crimes against children. I had to tell them my story too. My lawyer recorded everything and wrote pages of notes. Then Child Protective Services came. I didn't like the lady. She looked at me like I asked for it or something. My lawyer seemed to notice too cause he made Mrs O come in and sit with me while the guy asked questions. The lady was asked to step into the hall with my lawyer. She never came back. The man had a really nice lady with him the next time he came. Then the detectives came back with C.P.S. and a cop from home. They asked a lot of questions about my home. They were trying to determine if my sister was safe in the house. The lady had a letter from my mom. Reading it made me cry. The lady offered to wait for me to write back if I wanted I just nodded. Eventually my day in court came. It was hard to face my step dad but I did it. He was sentenced to two years in prison for raping me. Child Protective Services concluded there investigation of my Birth Mothers home as my step dad was in jail. I was satisfied. Mr O took me to a private College the following week. I had to work hard to catch up but by mid semester I was where I should be. I made some friends. I didn't have much time to hang out but we enjoyed hanging out at school. A few boys wanted to date but I was not interested in any kind of intimacy! A lot of guys pursued me hard, trying to get me to go out with them. Some just pressured me for sex. I started to get depressed. I felt like i was invisible. That all anyone saw was my beauty. The girls started treating me different like i was trying to steal all the male attention for myself. I didn't want it! Any of it! I even had a teacher ask me for a blow job after class one day. I withdrew from everyone. I was too afraid to tell Mr and Mrs O about it. I was afraid they would think I was too much trouble and get rid of me. Mrs O could see something serious was wrong. I had been so settled and happy with them. The school councilor started calling home and my behavior was thoroughly discussed. Mr O thought I needed to see a therapist so Ms O took me every week to see a lady. She helped me make sense of a lot of what had happened and how it effected me. I cried because I missed my sister and even though I thought she was ok at home I was hurting for her. I didn't think Dave would bother his own daughter. I was convinced that he saw me sexually because I wasn't really his. We talked a lot about it and I decided to make matching photo albums for us. Mom could show them to her everyday. I would have C.P.S. give her the photos of me when they went for her visits. They could give her the disposable cameras I bought her then to and give them back at my visit. I had money to develop them and put her pictures in my album. We also exchanged letters this way too. It helped ease some of my fears. The therapist also helped me understand what was happening to me now. She helped me talk to the school and the Osloviks about my problems too. Mrs O cried when she found out my fears. She held me and reassured me that I was loved and wanted no matter what. Through our talks with my therapist I decided I wanted to remain single until I met THE GUY. She recommended not waiting for marriage because I might not like 'the goods' and women can seek their own pleasure now a days but in my heart I had already made my choice. By the time summer vacation rolled around I still felt pretty stiff around most guys. My naturally reserved nature was morphing into reclusivity. Besides Tim, Mr O, was the only guy that I ever allowed to touch me. They seemed to have the exact amount of intimacy and impersonal ness that I needed to feel loved and safe. Little Eric and Nina Oslovik didn't count since they were firmly in the 'little people' category. I spent my summer babysitting Mr. And Mrs O's children. I began to feel a little more relaxed and even a little happy! But, finally summer was ending and I would be leaving for the Harvard residence in a few days. I was getting a great room and roommate. Carla was 19 and in her second year. Her dad was insanely rich so a roommate was a choice not a necessity. Her room was massive and had a great view from all three sides. She didn't have to work and liked most of the same things as me. Her dad worked with Mr O a time or two so everyone was happy. I begged Mr and Mrs O to let me keep working for them so I had plenty of pocket cash and they insisted on paying for my schooling, residency, food cards and books so all my money was my own. For my 19th birthday they bought me a little red bug with a special plate that read 'rbabibug'. I cried all day. My own parents didn't love me with half the love these people gave me everyday! My first year was pretty crazy! I met an insane number of people daily and so continually felt like I would throw up at any second. I was pursued by guys constantly. A few times it was so bad I wanted to quit. I started seeing my therapist again to deal with my fear and anxiety. My roommate was great. She did a lot of intervention with guys who hounded the door. Frequent flower and gift deliveries as well as anonymous love mail falling through the mail slot. She thought it was pretty funny and loved that she got first dibs at all the cute guys that came around. It seemed like forever before the tide turned back to a trickle. Between my job and my homework I was spared a lot of socializing. This is all that kept me from going off the deep end. My second year was better. By now most people could see I was a nice but shy, reserved person and I was able to make a few close friends. The flood of love sic boys settled again. My roommate was a real social butterfly but had no problem making our 'home' off limits so I could have the privacy I needed. In return I ran interference for her with her parents and kept her social calendar from the accidental double booking she was famous for. For the first time in my life I could see a good future emerging from the ashes of my childhood. The inevitable rough patch came near the end of year three. The year had gone well. I had even gone on a double date or two with Carla. The guys were ok and not pushy so I was able to relax around them. Carla always made sure I got home before she did anything else so I would never have to deal with the 'end of the night' issues. I was really starting to relax and come out of my shell. I should have known. The trouble started when a date with Clara and 'Winston Chandler Everett III' failed to happen. It was my fault. I didn't get a message to Clara from her parents that the hook up was arranged for theThursday coming. That same night Clara had a hot date with the MVP of the football team. Winston showed up at the dorm but there was no Carla to meet him. To say that he was upset was an understatement. He insisted on checking her room and then on waiting. He talked the entire night. I was so overwhelmed i didn't hear one in three words he said. More fool me. I was almost a basket case by the time Carla returned. Now Carla is a pretty amazing person. She is confident, beautiful and assertive. She had Winston turned down and out before even he knew it was happening. So Winston turned all his considerable attention to me. He came to the door several times a day, called, sent flowers and love letters touting the 'undeniable connection between us' that night. I was scared shitless. Then he started following me... Everywhere. He waited outside my classes. Stood behind me in the coffee line, food line, bookstore line. He shadowed my every move. I tried everything I could think of to convince him he meant less than nothing to me but the only voice he heard was his own. He told me I was just confused, that he knew what was best for me and our future. He even tried to have my classes changed for the following semester! After all my major was not in keeping with his ideal! Finally I was so stressed out Carla spoke to Mr O, whom I was now calling Dad. He spoke to Mr Everett who stammered and carried on for ages but finally agreed to speak to his son. It took Winston 5 minutes to convince his dad that my dad was just confused and overprotective. That he just didn't think anyone was good enough for his baby girl. And he was right because only he, Winston, WAS good enough and my dad would soon see that too and stop making trouble for us. My dad made an appointment with the Dean. It was an uncomfortable meeting. The Dean requested that Mr Everett attend with his son as well as my Dad and I. I explained the situation. Winston refuted everything I said. The Dean told the Everett's that this was to stop and were they clear? The only thing it changed was how much Winston adored me. Now he was full out 'hate' stalking me. I found dead things outside my door. The love letters all talked about how much he would 'love' to make me pay for humiliating him and throwing his love back in his face. He followed me everywhere still only now, instead of telling every person he saw how I was his, he told them I was a bitch, frigid and stuck up. My life was hell. A few of his friends joined in fully believing that I deserved the treatment. After all I messed with their friends head, lead him on and then humiliated him! It didn't take long to get physical. Coming back from babysitting one night I was walking through student parking when two of them grabbed me from behind. One caught me under my arms with one arm and covered my mouth with his other hand. The other caught my feet. They dragged me around to the tree bank and pinned me face down. They tied a rag around my mouth and while one held me down the other ripped my pants off. They were laughing about thawing the 'ice bitch' with a little 'sex therapy'. I was freaking and fighting as hard as I could. I heard a zipper and started crying and hyperventilating. One of them spread my legs and got between them on his knees. Strong hands dug into my skin as they held my kicking legs still. A knee came down hard in my back while another set of hands pulled my arms behind my back and pinned them there. Forcing them up higher than was comfortable. Using my body to reduce my struggles, his other hand started slapping my bum hard and fast. I stopped fighting. Memories of another spanking flooded my mind. I started crying in earnest. The hands holding my legs started running up and down the backs and insides of my thighs while the other hands continued to pin me and slap me as hard and fast as they could. They were laughing about how 'red hot' my bum looked when I heard rustling in the bushes. I was terrified that Someone else was going to join us. The guys stopped momentarily and listened but decided it was an animal and went back to their fun. The guy between my legs started talking about how hard his long thick wood was and how it was weeping for a chance to poke me hard and fast. His fingers slid inside me hard and pain shot up stealing my breath. 'shit she's a tight!' he said, excitement evident in his voice. He started rubbing my nub with one finger as another dove in and out of me faster but more gently. "Quick man get her up on her knees! She can suck you off while I rape her tight hole!" Horrified I resumed my struggles. The guy on my back started to have second thoughts about raping me but his friend was not having that. They started arguing back and forth about it all the while buddy was squeezing my bum and working his hand in and out of me. He unzipped his pants and let out his straining member. He started rubbing the tip over my bum and 'dick slapping' me with his cock. One hand rubbed his pole while the other pulled my hips up to meet him. This caused me intense pain as his friend on my pack was still holding my upper body down and my arms up. I cried out. Just as the one behind me started slamming himself into me with uncontrolled lust, Someone stepped out of the bushes. I started screaming and tried to buck to get away. This guy was HUGE! I was petrified. He looked so angry and mean that that I feared he'd kill me if he touched me! The guy postponing in and out of my pussy heard the noise and turned his head to look behind him. His aggressive "keep going." Spoken before he realized who was behind him. The two guys let me go in a flash and scrambled to their feet. I heard pants rustling and a zipper going up fast... 'uh hey Jake... W what's up'? Jake never even spoke. He pulverized them both right there. Neither guy could get up and Jake wasn't even breathing heavy. Jake approached me very slowly. Talking softly and making very slow moves. He told me everything he was going to do before he did it. He untied my mouth and wrapped his sweater around my legs. He grabbed my pants, shoes and purse and took me to his car. He wanted to take me to the hospital but I just wanted to go home. I started crying and this big, muscular, gorgeous, 250 pound hunk just shook while he held me. My dad had a fit. Jake tried his best to explain everything to him without making things worse. It was only when he got to the part where he pounded 'Curtis' and 'Billy' to a pulp that my dad started to calm down. I never even realized that Jake had held me in his arms during the entire time. My meltdown in his car, the 35 minute drive home and the 40 minute conversation with my parents! In the morning I got a text from Jake. J: Hey, got ur # from C. U coming 2 schl 2day? I will meet u in the lot Me: No. Have 2 meet w Dean and my M/D. J: ok. Want me 2 meet u 2mrow? Me: I will be at my rm alrdy. J: I will pick u up for first class Me: ok 8:am :) Jake never left my side. Two straight weeks Jake took me everyplace I needed to go on campus. When I went home he took me right to my car. When I came back he opened my car door for me. He met me after class, he stayed with me in lines. He glared at anyone who got within two feet of me. Male or female. Word had got out on campus about my assault but Jakes presence was so effective not one murmur reached my ears. Things were finally seeming normal again. I began to go places alone or with other friends. Jake still met me a lot especially if I had to go through parking or secluded parts of campus. One afternoon I was in the coffee line with a few students from my next class when Curtis and Winston walked by. They jostled me in the line and Curtis pinched my nipple excruciatingly hard. He called me a scank and Winston spit in my face. A couple of my friends started shouting at them and soon it was a shoving match. Strong gentle arms came around me and pulled me out of the throng. I knew it was Jake. The smell, the feel of him giving him away before his voice spoke to me. He reassured me and held me. The crowd broke a bit and Winston glared right at me. He was pointing his finger at us, screaming and shouting like a mad man. Vile words and threats spewed like foam from his mouth. His spit flying everywhere as his angry tirade consumed him. Campus security hauled him away but I didn't see it. My face was buried in jakes beautiful chest. His arms sheltering me from everyone. That's when I met Samuel Edward Dunstin Holister V. He is an old family with old money. Like the Rosschilds. He is Curtis Flemings Godfather. He is Billy Dunnhams uncle. He is fuming mad. The meeting in the Deans office included everyone but me. I wasn't invited. I wasn't told. I was at the beach with Mrs. O, my 'mom'. The Dean wanted to expel everyone. My father was there for Jake who had no parents. His grandfathers heart wouldn't have stood up to the stress so Jake begged the Dean to keep quiet about it. Mr Holister called my father to see what all the trouble over a girl was about. My dad put two and two together and came to the meeting. Winston told his story first. Then the two boys. The three were unaware that statements had already been made by bystanders. My therapist had sent a statement and photos of the marks and bruises caused during the sexual attack. Jake gave his story last. Mr H and my dad were silent but Mr Everett and Winston squawked and interrupted the entire time. Casting blame and making wild statements throughout. When Mr. H spoke he clarified and reiterated the key points, uninterrupted, for the Dean, and asked what his decision was. The four boys would be expelled. My Dad spoke for Jake defending his actions. The dean would not relent. He was afraid Mr H would be offended and retaliate by withdrawing his substantial aid. Jake was just a scholarship student. Not worth the risk! Charlene Ch. 02 But Mr H surprised everyone and told the Dean that if he kicked out a student that came to a females aid when being raped by two students then he wouldn't feel like Harvard deserved his financial support anymore!! Jake was staying! Please look for the conclusion to Charlene's story in the Romance section. Charlene Ch. 03 I sat at my Vanity table getting ready to go out. Our family was dining with the Holisters that evening. I guess it was by way of apology. My Dad said it was to show everyone that Mr H supported me and Jake, as well as the Dean. I sat staring at my reflection in the mirror as though I were a stranger to myself. My mind far from my task. In a few short years I had put my step father in prison for raping me and taking my virginity, I had had Billy Dunnham and Curtis Flemming expelled from Harvard for attacking and raping me. The jury was still out on the verdict. But tonight wasn't about that. It was about showing solidarity and I had a part to play in this class act. Like it or not. I put my heavy hair up in ringlets and clips. It looked young and flirty. My white gown was layers of shear floating gauze that became opaque from the vast number of layers. It clipped at the breast with a gold clasp creating an empire waist effect, showing my figure to best advantage. The fabric flowing gracefully to my feet and swirling around my heels just peeking out at the bottom. I looked youthful, sexy and incredibly beautiful. I knew I looked the way I was expected to on the outside but I was trembling almost uncontrollably as I applied very little make up on my face. Mascara and sheer lipgloss. Light perfume. No jewelry. I didn't want to go out, I didn't want to dress up, I didn't want to look sexy. I wanted to disappear into my own skin. As I appeared in the living room my parents faces lit up. They were pleased with my choice. Our arrival was announced. As Mr H rose to greet us his shock was evident. His face cleared and he greeted my parents. Kissed both Moms cheeks, shook Dads hand. His eyes fell to me. I could see desire in his eyes but there was no lust. Just open acknowledgement of seeing a beautiful woman. I felt admired and beautiful. It was very nice. He kissed my hands and put an arm around my waist. "let's meet everyone shall we?" I couldn't help it. I tensed up at the intimate touch. The evening was long but turned out to be enjoyable. I was well insulated from the dirty looks the wives and older daughters threw my way by Mr H and his wife, my parents and Jake. Mr H had invited jake too and made him my dinner partner! With Jakes help I was comfortable and relaxed the entire night. Unknown to me this made me glow with beauty and confidence. Mr H's son Luke was on one side of me and Jake the other. Before we left Luke stood aside with my father and his. He asked permission to court me. Both our fathers came over looking very pleased! Luke said goodbye to me and asked if he could take me out Friday night. I could tell by my dads face that he wanted me to say yes. I did not hear from Jake for several days. My date with Luke came and went and still no Jake. I caught glimpses of him but he did not approach or text me. Saturday I went looking. I finally found him clearing tables at the student bar called the Hub. I touched his arm and he turned to stare down at me. He didn't say a single word. Just looked at me without any expression. I began to feel nervous. I asked if I could talk to him when he was done his shift. He simply nodded. No one spoke for a minute. I was starting to feel like a freak when his boss yelled for him. He said " I will pick you up from your dorm when I'm done." then he just walked away. I felt tears well up but I walked away quick. I was in my room dreading his arrival when the knock came. I looked out and opened the door to let him in. He just leaned on the door frame staring down at me with those huge sexy eyes. I noticed they changed shades of grey with emotion. They were very dark right now! I started to feel flustered. My voice sounded breathless when I asked him to come in. He just kept staring. Finally he held out his hand and said "let's walk." His deep sexy voice vibrating in my most feminine places! I grabbed my keys, sweater and wallet, took his hand and left. We walked until we were near a secluded part of campus. Park like in it's quiet beauty. Large trees, benches and thick grass. Bountiful manicured flower pots hung from light posts and beds dotted the path that cut through the gently rolling ground, winding out of sight. The beauty of the old buildings peeking out here and there. I loved the architect and feel of the school. We sat under a tree much further from the path than I ever would have sat if I were alone. I felt totally safe with Jake and sat close to him. He looked like he felt kinda awkward for a minute until I touched his arm. Then he smiled at me and I lost all my breath. He was so sexy and large. He towered over me at 6'4. I was a big girl but i felt dainty beside him. I really liked his protective streak but I also loved the time we had spent together as well. He was quiet and restful like me. I really wanted to get to know him better. Jake took my hand and started rubbing his thumb absently over mine. His eyes just kept looking at me but he never spoke. It was like he was content to just look at my face forever. I started to feel a warmth bubbling in my tummy. I could feel a blush spreading over my face and neck. Jake just smiled. I finally started to just talk. I told him about how safe I felt with him. I shared about how much I liked our time together. I shared with him my gratitude for saving me and protecting me without concern for the cost to him. How warm being with him made me feel. He just watched my mouth move and held my hand. I talked for at least half an hour and finally just fell silent. My mind was racing like crazy! What was he thinking?! I just poured my guts out and he never said one word. He barely blinked. If it weren't for his thumb moving I might have thought he was asleep. That and the way his eyes watched every move my lips made! It was very sensual and I felt flustered. Heated and excited in a strange way. Then, ever so slowly, Jake pulled me onto his lap and kissed me. My heart was pounding out of my chest! His arms came around me slow and gently pulled me in so close I could feel every muscle in his upper body. My nipples peaked hard as desire raced up from my belly. His large hands spread over my back and up into my hair. His kiss got deeper and more intense as I opened my mouth to receive his tongue. He ran his tongue along mine and I felt my body respond. Wetting my panties and pebbling my nipples incredibly harder. I wanted to rub my body all over his. I sucked his tongue in and he moaned. Then I suckled it and He pulled away. I whimpered. He pulled my head down and cradled it to his chest. His heart was pounding out of his rib cage. I burrowed in closer and sighed. I felt incredible and incredibly safe. I could believe how my body was responding to Jake and his gentle onslaught. Miraculously I wasn't repulsed or upset by Jakes kiss. In fact, I was turned on, despite all I had been through. I was a little unsettled by that. Jakes hands rubbed me gently up and down my back and legs. His lips nuzzling and kissing my neck and ears. I was exploding with new sensations everywhere all over my body. It felt like electrical currents were running through my blood and pooling in between my legs! "Jake... What's happening to me?" "I don't know," He whispered "but I hope it's the same thing that's happening to me!" Was all he said. We cuddled for another half hour or so kissing on and off. Every time it got real heavy Jake would pull away and snuggle me. My body was on fire and my panties were soaked. I was afraid I was the only one but when we were getting up to go I accidentally pressed up against his erection with my side. It was huge and hard! Bigger than I thought a man could be! I just looked at him. His face got all red and I felt myself relax. He was just like me... Shy! I could feel more than my heart melting. He walked me back to my dorm but wouldn't come in. Instead he turned me in his arms and leaned his back against the wall. He kissed me deep and passionately. Such intense feelings were racing all over my body. I couldn't help my self I started rubbing myself against him. Against his hardness and my nipples against his huge pecs! He was shaking and gasping as he turned me quick, opened my door, kissed my lips quick and left. Every part of me was dazed and vibrating. His text came through as I was climbing into bed. He wanted to see me tomorrow. I fell on my bed sighing "YES"!! Sunday morning at 10 am he knocked on the door. I was still alone as Clara hadn't been there since Friday morning. Jake came in while I grabbed my things. He pulled the door closed as his arm came around me. Leaning on my door he pulled me into him. I thought he would kiss me but he just held my chin. His other arm came around me, pulling me close. I was on my toes with my head tilted up and he just rubbed his thumb along my jaw and stared into my eyes. My heart skipped and started to pound... Hard! It felt so romantic. I thought he wouldn't speak but his lips came so close our noses touched. His eyes closed and he whispered against my lips. "will you go out with me"? He waited... Hovering. My yes was not fully spoken when his mouth devoured mine! My heart was singing! My body was melting... We walked to his car. I don't know how he was able to his erection was so massive and hard. I know because it was pressed into my tummy so delightfully not three minutes ago! I was wet again and a little confused. I wanted to talk to my mother about it but I was so embarrassed! Every man that had ever touched me had repulsed me and made me cringe. No response, no heat, no pleasure. Jake just had to stare in my eyes and my panties started to get moist! I didn't understand what was happening to me. Jake never once let go of my hand. When we slowed in front of a tiny house I looked at him. He just got out and came around to open my door. Holding my hand he walked right in. We wandered all around until we got to the back door. There was a tiny old man sunk down in a chair almost lifeless. Jake let me go and hunched down in front of the man. They talked quietly for a few minutes. Then Jake introduced us. I was so deeply touched that he wanted me to know his only family! I helped Jake make lunch. We had a great time with his grandfather. He had tons of stories to tell about Jake. His childhood, his parents, even his pets over the years. When we left him napping I felt like I knew Jake very well. Our summer together was the most incredible time of my life. We spent all our spare time together. Since we both worked it wasn't as much time as we wanted but we took Eric and Nina with us sometimes so that we could still hang out when I had to babysit. By the time our last year at Harvard had rolled by I was irrevocably in love with Jake and I knew he felt the same. The entire year flew by in his arms. His incredible lips were on mine every chance they got. I was almost out of my mind with wanting and I knew he was struggling to wait too. Everyone on campus knew we were an item. This year the love sic tide of followers never came. Jakes size and glare was enough to dry up any amorous feelings that threatened to rise up in every guy on campus. If there were any that did feel it I never found out about it! It was simply a perfect year. I was deliriously happy and Jake, my sweet, hot, protective boyfriend was the reason. Graduation brought major change into my life. My parents were so proud of me. They glowed with pride! They arranged for Andrea to be there as a surprise. I cried all over her. Jake finally pulled me off her so he could hug her too. It was a perfect day that ended just as wonderfully. Jake took me out after the family BBQ. By the time we got to the after party we were hot, rumpled, very bothered and engaged. He told me he had already asked my dad so if I wanted to marry him I could. It took me 20 minutes to stop crying long enough to say yes! After that it was hours of blissful exploration. Jake roared as he finally dragged his mouth off mine and put some space between us. He was hard as steel and crazy with desire. But, no matter what I tried he was determined to wait. Even swallowing his entire erection as I hummed with it deep in my throat didn't make him change his mind! But it was close. The next couple years were hard on me. I left the state for my graduate studies. Jake and I wrote, text and video chatted as often as we could. He came to visit every chance he could. Usually once a week or every other. We missed each other like crazy. He worked as much as they would give him. He wanted to marry me the day after graduation. He wasn't gonna hear no from me! My Mother came to live near me at the end of my first year. Dave had broke the door down and actually beat and raped my mother. We held each other and cried. I felt so guilty for leaving her there! Mr O paid for her to see my therapist and my Mother started to put her shattered world back together. Dave did time for Her assault. I think the judge added a bit of time for the bruises the covered her face but that's just my belief. My Mother left him while he was in prison. She filed for divorce and was awarded the house. She sold it and bought a small condo. Then she was diagnosed. Aggressive melanoma. Jake took time off and we sold Mothers condo and most of her furniture. We moved her and Andrea to Jakes grandfathers house. Between Jake and his Grandfather, they cared for them both while I struggled to get through on my own. I did graduate, with Honors no less. But my spark was seriously low. Without Jake I was lonely. Guys hit on me continually and even a Professor or two. I was stressed out most of the time. I still found dealing with aggressive sexual advances difficult because of my past. I cried a lot. Jake was in constant turmoil. He hated leaving me. The only conciliation I had was that Andy was safe, my Mother was safe and Mom and Dad gave me a ton of love and support. I had a great little place across from the campus. A professor and his wife were going on sabbatical for a year and needed a house sitter. The Dean put in a word for me. I was getting paid very well by the school to live in the house rent free. It was a sweet deal. They decided during the break to extend their sabbatical to the five year limit so I was good till graduation. After that the 'good fortune' torch would pass to another lucky student. Last week I graduated. I married in a small ceremony two days ago. My sister was my flower girl. My Dad, Mr O, gave me away. Mrs O helped my mother as they shared the honor of Mother of the Bride. Mr H stood as Jakes best man and several of his college friends sat as his family. His grandfather had already left us to join his sweet Mary on the other side earlier in the year. Jake had cried in my arms all night. I held him close and whispered my love to him until he slept. After our wedding we had a big reception with lots of love and laughter. Many wonderful toasts to our happy future and many silly ones too. Jake and I dance together all night. Every dance but one. Mr O swirled me around the floor busting with pride for our Father/ Daughter dance. His whispered words of love washing over me and misting my eyes. His sweet gentle kiss on my forehead as he passed me to my husbands waiting arms tugged at my heart. I loved my family fiercely! My mother died that night. Jake and I postponed the two month private island resort honeymoon that Mr H gave us as his 'first' wedding present to deal with her funeral. Andy cried for the mother she lost and never really had. I cried for Andy. Mom and Dad had bought us a house as our wedding gift. Near theirs of course but in a less affluent neighborhood. They didn't want us to be dependent on anyone to be able to keep their gift. I applied for and obtained custody of Andy. I was proud to raise her as my own. Jake fully agreed. He took his role as older brother seriously and was very protective of Eric, Nina and Andy! My graduation gift was a small cottage on Martha's Vineyard. Mom and Dad had also given me a beautiful letter outlining their will and their love for me. Making me guardian of their children and heir in the event of their death with minor children. If they died while Eric and Nina were adults their assets would be split three ways. I cried a lot that day. To be loved so deeply was the greatest gift I could have received. Dad pulled Jake aside and told him he could only give me away because he knew Jake loved me more then he did. That he would protect and provide for me with everything he had in him. Jake, being Jake, just nodded and shook hands. He already knew I was his and no one would ever harm me. Mr H's second wedding present was a substantial financial gift intended to kick start Jakes business. I watched as Jake struggled with his emotions. He was alone now except for me and it was humbling to receive so much love and support. Mr H genuinely liked Jake and admired his drive and character. I think he saw a lot of himself in Jake and probably wished he saw more of Jake in his pampered son. Our first night together was perfect. Despite my mothers death, or maybe because of it, I was determined to put the pain and insecurity of my past away. I had never made love. Others had used me and taken their fill but that was just intercourse. Jake found out I wanted to wait to make love to my one true love the night he rescued me and he wanted to wait too. Many times I pushed him mercilessly to take me and make love to me but no matter how hard I pushed he refused to budge! That's not to say that we didn't explore! Jake did some things to me that made me crazy and desperate for more. I tortured him too. As our moment together approached I realized that all the desperate desire, the beautiful torturous exploration, the slow steady building of want had taken away my fear of penetration. I was ready to give myself to Jake with eager anticipation. We came together with explosive passion. From the moment Jake pulled me into his arms to the moment we fell exhausted together hours later Jake devoured me with all consuming passion! His mouth kissed and suckled me everywhere. His tongue licked and tasted every part of me. No place lacked for his microscopic attention. From the moment he penetrated me he murmured continual sweet words filled with love and passion. Every thrust taking him deeper. Bringing his love deeper till I was delirious with sensation and gushing in climax after climax. My words of love almost incoherent. But oh how I paid him back! My mouth and tongue had become quite skilled during our make out sessions. It didn't take me long to figure out how to add the torture of strokes with my hands, mouth and hmmm...body to my list of skills. For all his smooth talk and roars of passion...My new husband whimpers when he can't take anymore! Today as I write this I am pledging to myself to hold on to my new life. To keep this open intimacy and love with Jake. We are young now and may face many more heartaches but like Grandpa Joe and his love Mary, we can get through this life together, strong and in love to the end. I am pledging to value my family and keep our relationships alive. To thrive together and fight for those who slip into mere existence. To protect the gift and give it to others. My name is Charlie. Today I am burying my Mother and with her the pain of my past.