Storiesonline.net ------- First Times by BarBar Copyright© 2007 by BarBar ------- Description: A student submits an essay for a Health and Sexuality class about a "First Time". CAUTION This is by far the darkest thing I've ever written. There is nothing "nice" or "sexy" about this story. It was festering inside me and I had to write it. Codes: mf teen caution rape ------- School: xxxxxxxx Subject: Health and Sexuality, 10th Grade Essay Topic: First Times: Describe a first time for you (a first look, a first love, a first kiss, a first touch) and discuss the feelings and emotions this provoked in you. How did this first time affect your opinions about sex and sexuality? Assessment: This essay will contribute 20% of your grade in this subject. It is a requirement to submit this essay to gain a pass in this subject. Confidentiality: Due to the personal nature of the topic, your essay will be treated with complete confidentiality and will only be seen by your teacher and yourself. Due Date: Submit on or before 12th March Student: XXXXXXXX My first high school was a small one, a typical country high school with about 200 students from the 7th grade to the 12th grade all in the one little cluster of buildings. It was a pretty safe place, you know? Quiet. You read in the papers or see in the news how some of those big city schools are dangerous places to be, with drugs and bashings and stuff but that always seemed like a different country, a different world even. Those dangerous places were a million miles away from us in our little country haven. The only hassle in our place was Ben Stubbings and his three offsiders, all of whom were gigantic guys with little heads and big muscles and no brains and who, somehow, managed to get their hands on a constant supply of booze or some drug or other. They always hung out in the trees on the far side of the football field so we just all stayed away from there and there were mostly no problems. Well, not until that day in February — February 17th to be exact. It was lunchtime and really cold outside. Really, really cold with a vicious wind that drove cruel, icy spikes through every piece of clothing anyone wore. It never really snowed around there, we were too far south for that, but that just meant the school wasn't built to protect us from weather like that, and no-one had the sort of clothes that people have in places where it snows, so we just had to wrap our arms around ourselves and dart frantically from one piece of shelter to the next. Because hardly anyone could be outside in weather like that, the cafeteria was packed. The place was actually hot with so many in there and the cookers and so on. Coats and jumpers were quickly shed and draped over chairs. The one teacher on duty, Mrs Hicks, was pretty frazzled trying to deal with a couple of hundred teenagers crowded into a canteen designed for half that number. The rest of the teachers were probably crowded around the heaters in the faculty lounge in the next building. Apparently Mrs Hicks caught some 8th grader stealing (or trying to steal) some soda cans from the vending machine so she marched him out and over to see the principal. That meant there was no teacher in the room when Ben Stubbings and his goons finally gave in to the inevitable and joined the rest of us in the canteen. They didn't just join us, they made an entrance. The doors slammed open and they stormed in. A group of 10th graders standing together just inside the door got shoved out of the way, one of them went head first into the wall and bounced off it looking stunned, blood starting to pour out of a split eyebrow. Most everyone else tried to get out of their way, scattering like a bomb had gone off or cowering at their tables. I never found out what drugs Ben and his goons were on, but they sure were on something. I don't think it was dope... dope's supposed to make you mellow, isn't it??... those guys were the exact opposite of mellow. Ben picked a table he wanted and led the charge towards it. Most of the occupants of the table figured out the score and cleared off in a hurry. I say most because two people at the table didn't get clued in fast enough. Stephen Jenkins and May Stennforth, two 9th graders, didn't notice what was going on. Partly because they had their backs to the door and partly because they were so wrapped up in each other they were oblivious to the rest of the world. Yup, they were an item. They hadn't got much past hugging and kissing and gazing into each others eyes but they did that every chance they got, specially at lunchtime in the cafeteria. Ben didn't take kindly to being ignored, so he loomed up behind the pair of them, grabbed each of them one handed by their collars and dumped them backwards onto the floor at the same time growling something like "get offa ma table ya pair a fags". Personally I've got no problem with gay people but calling a boy and girl who were just kissing each other a pair of fags is just too stupid for words. Strangely no-one at the time tried to point that out to Ben. Maybe nobody noticed at the time, I really only thought of it now when I'm writing this. But anyway... May gave a squeal of surprise as she suddenly found herself flying backwards onto the ground. There was also a tearing sound as the back of her top failed to cope with the rough treatment. Stephen flung his arms out trying to catch his balance or catch May or grab onto the table or something as he also found himself flying backwards. Unfortunately, one of his flung out arms connected with Ben's face with a loud smack. The blow can't have hurt Ben that much, there wasn't much force behind it, but Ben took it as an attempt to fight back and completely lost it. Stephen by this time was on the ground and Ben and his buddies started laying in to him. Kicks were thudding into him so loud they seemed to echo around the room. Stephen struggled at first then lay there, his body jerking in time with the kicks. I don't know for sure, but I think he went unconscious. May screamed and jumped onto Ben's back clawing at him, trying to get him to stop. Most other people in the room were sitting or standing, watching in total shock. A few tried to move forward to intervene but suddenly the goons were holding knives and they backed off in a hurry. Ben shrugged May off his back and grabbed her by the front of her top, forcing her back into a nearby table packed with 7th grade students all frozen in terror or shock or both. May's top, already torn, completely gave up and came away in Ben's hands leaving May in a long skirt and bra. May screamed and tried to cover herself. This distracted the goons who left off kicking Stephen and leered at May. Suddenly May was being forced back onto the table, her arms being held down by goons. Her skirt got ripped away and one of the goons with a knife sliced through her bra and tossed it aside before roughly mauling her small breasts. Most of the 7th graders managed to throw themselves backwards off the table but some of them found they couldn't move. One of the little 7th grader girls, seeing all this happen right in front of her, just sat there whimpering in fear. A knife flashed in front of her face and she was told to shut up or she would be next. Her mouth snapped shut but her eyes were wide and glazed. Ben's jeans were down at his knees, his dick jutting out like an angry red missile. May was struggling and screaming, completely naked now, her panties ripped away. Stephen was lying on the ground unconscious. Alex Knightly, the school's star basketball player was staggering away with blood spurting from his face... He'd tried to intervene and got cut for his troubles. The room was full of screaming and crying, some people were running out the door. Ben shoved himself inside May. She wailed in pain and terror. He pulled out a bit then shoved in further. Each time he pulled out, his dick was smeared with blood, then more blood. Then he shoved himself all the way and held still, head thrown back, grunting. May was quieter now and had stopped struggling, but her head was tossing back and forth and she was moaning in pain. Ben pulled all the way out and a mixture of blood and semen started seeping from her torn vagina, dripping and pooling on the table. One of the goons muttered "my turn" and grabbed the little 7th grader. He ripped her blouse open, buttons flying to reveal a completely flat, boy-like chest. He leered and licked up the side of her face, leaving it slimy with drool. She sat frozen still, trembling with fear and revulsion but unable to move. He hauled her up out of her seat by her hair. This revealed to everyone a large dark wet patch around the groin and thighs of her figure-hugging, tan coloured pants. Urine was visibly dripping down her legs. "Ah shit, she pissed erself, I aint touchin that!" The girl was dropped in a boneless mass back onto her chair. Tears started running freely down her face. Ben walked to the little girl, wiped his gory dick on the little girl's naked chest leaving a smear of blood and filth, then he swiped it again, this time across her tear stained face, much to the amusement of his goons, before pulling up his jeans. Ben and the goons headed out the door just seconds before a bunch of teachers came running in. Someone vomited in the background. That set two other people off. People had stopped screaming mostly, but there was still sobbing. And suddenly it was all over! The whole thing happened so quick. Maybe five minutes. No more than ten anyway. So where was I in all this? Who was I? Who do you want me to be? I was there. I still have the nightmares to prove it. I see it happen over and over, always from a distance. Like it was some program on TV or something, happening to someone else, nothing to do with me, it just is. It's a story. The story has a beginning, and a middle, then it ends... Time to show some ads, then start the next program. Move along now, nothing to see here. I'm obviously not Ben or his goons, they got rounded up two days later. Tried as adults, with so many witnesses they had no defence so they pled guilty, they're in jail now and will be for a long time. I'm obviously not Stephen Jenkins, I've got the wrong body parts. He recovered but he has some brain damage and will have scars on his face and body for the rest of his life. No, I'm not May Stennforth, lying there on the table, naked and bleeding. I heard she tried to commit suicide after, but they stopped her. Take your eyes off May's broken body laid out on the table. Look a bit to the left... that's it, now down a bit. Yep, that's me. Twelve years old, tiny, not even started puberty, innocent as the day I was born... well, nearly. In one horrific lunchtime I got all the sex education I could ever want. I saw a 15 year old boy beaten nearly to death. I saw a 15 year old girl stripped naked and held down on a table one foot in front of me. I saw my first penis. My first hardon. I watched that 15 year old girl have her virginity ripped out of her body. So, that's sex huh? And what did I do? Did I do something brave and heroic? No! I sat there in shock and just... watched. Then I pissed my pants in front of 200 people. Then I got used as a human towel. The first boy's penis to touch my lips stank of blood and sex and God knows what else. I still sometimes throw up just from the memory. No, I wasn't raped. Not quite! You wanted me to write about a first. Like a first kiss! What I felt or what I expect to feel. Well that was my first time for anything! After that, a first kiss is going to be... And you wanted to know what I feel about sex? What the fuck do you think I feel about sex?? ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-03-03 Last Modified: 2007-10-06 / 11:23:46 pm Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------