Where it happened: Santa Monica
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My real dad died in a car crash on the PCH before I was born and my mom married “Ted” when I was four so I really grew up with him as my dad. When you’re a kid you don’t realize how fucked up your parents are until your friends start telling you how fucked up your parents are compared to their parents.
So when I was about 11 and my friends were all 10-13 some of them complained to me that my dad was kind of creepy and that he stared at them all the time. He stared at me all the time too but I just ignored it. In any case, by the time I was 12 none of my friends would come over to my house anymore.
Now about my mom. She was a happy person before my dad died and then was really sad and depressed and I guess Ted made things worse for her in some ways. She was always a drinker when I was growing up but was never a drunk. And then 9/11 happened and she lost her job at the travel agency and she started drinking pretty hard. Just before Christmas she was out to a party and had too much to drink and crossed into oncoming traffic on the way home and a family got seriously hurt and so did my mom. No one died, thank God, but my mom ended up in jail for 17 months.
That left me alone with Ted.
We did okay until the summer when I got out of school. We went to see my mom at Chowchilla when we could and then in July Ted rented a house in Lodoga for two weeks and it was to be our summer vacation away from it all. Lodoga is like fifty miles from anything and the house we were in was a long way off from the next house over which was half-built and abandoned. The place was this development that had failed in the 90’s but some people still lived there.
Ted said it would be nice for us to just have some peace and quiet and that I could go over to the lake nearby to hang out when it was hot. The first couple days were pretty peaceful and I didn’t go out much because it was so hot out and then Ted took me over to the lake and we both went swimming.
That was when things got bad.
We got home and Ted showered and got on a dry pair of trunks and suggested I just put on another bikini. I didn’t think much of it at the time so I did what he’d suggested and then went outside to join him for dinner. He was making BBQ and told me I could have a couple beers if I didn’t tell anyone. It ended up being the most fun time I’d ever had with Ted up to that point. We had a nice dinner and I had six or seven beers and was feeling really buzzed by the time the sun went down and we went in for the night.
I went to the bathroom and when I came out Ted was waiting for me and he asked me for a hug and I hugged him and he undid my top by pulling the string. I thought he was just playing and then he pulled the strings on my bottom and it fell off. I said something like, “Funny!”, to him and he said something back and then leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
I told him I didn’t like that and he said I would soon enough. He told me to give him my top and I did and he just dropped it on the floor and then we went into his bedroom and he took off his shorts and put me on the bed. He got on top of me and was kissing me and telling me how long he’d waited for this and how good it would be and I was telling him “This is not a good idea.” over and over.
I really didn’t want to do anything with him but after a while I started relaxing and stoppped pushing at him and he got more gentle with me. He finally got himself between my legs and I knew what he was going to do and I knew I couldn’t stop him so I just held on as he took my virginity. It pinched a little as he went into me and then things got easier and I was just starting to get into it when he pushed himself into me real deep and held it. I felt him throbbing inside me and realized I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
I wasn’t all busted up about it the next day and he was pretty normal to me all day and we just acted like nothing had happened. I guess neither of us knew what to say about it so we said nothing. Then that night he took me back to his bed and from then on for the rest of the trip we were doing it all the time. When we got home to Santa Monica he went back to work but at night I was sleeping in his bed and basically being the wife he didn’t have anymore.
When school started I was pregnant and I blamed it on a boy I’d met over the summer and the school was fine with it and left me alone after I said no to an abortion.
By the time my mom got out of prison she was a grandma and she knew what had happened without anyone saying a word. My little girl looked just like her daddy.
So does my little boy.
My mom divorced Ted in 2004 and I married Ted not long after I turned 18 and we’re still together but I plan on leaving him before my girl gets too old because I know I can’t trust him.
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