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A beam of light falling through a gap in the curtains disturbed my restless, fitful sleep.

It hurt! Oh God, it hurt!

My head felt as if an elephant was using it as a trampoline; my eyes seemed to be glued shut; my mouth had been used to store old sawdust and as for my tummy…

Was it morning? If I could open my eyes, I might find out but they remained stubbornly closed. I raised my fists to my face and rubbed my eyelids. The grit holding them closed fell away but not without a few malicious grains falling into each eye.

“Owwwww!”

I gingerly opened one eyelid, wincing as the early morning light struck me full in the face, burning into my head. I blinked, closed my eyes again and breathed heavily, trying desperately to think.

I was lying face down on a bed in a darkened room. The bed was familiar. The room was familiar.

I felt bad; very bad.

Tentatively, I opened both eyes, raised my head from the pillow and blinked again. The room was spinning and my stomach was churning. My mouth was dry; very dry and there was a vaguely familiar taste in my throat.

I raised myself on my elbows and felt the churning in my stomach increase.

Oh God! Move, Debbie move now!

Throwing myself out of bed, I leapt unsteadily to my feet and clasped my hands to my mouth as I rushed across the room, through the bedroom door, across the landing and into the bathroom where, falling to my knees, I hung my head over the toilet bowl and was violently and noisily sick.

My rather chubby body contorted with powerful spasms as I held onto the rim of the bowl, the smell and taste of vomit in my nose and mouth. The spasm passed then came again, I was sick a second time; it subsided.

I held firmly to the bowl to steady my trembling body, and tried to breathe my way back to sanity.

After what seemed a very long time, the room stopped spinning and my tummy felt a little more stable. With super-human effort I managed to flush the toilet; the slight spray of cold water revived me a little more and slowly my body came back under my control.

I closed the toilet lid and, still on my knees, breathed in deeply again, feeling my stomach settle a little more then raised one arm to the sink and with a hand on the edge of the bath, lifted myself up and round until I could sit on the toilet seat.

The coldness of the seat against my bare buttocks made me jump. I was naked from the waist down! How the hell had that happened? I was still wearing the tight yellow top I had worn the previous evening – though no longer with a bra.

Where was it? And where were my skirt and knickers? What had I being doing last night?

Nervously raising my head, I stared blindly at the ceiling as the memories began to come back into my mind.

Oh shit! The party! Would I never learn?

I filled a toothbrush beaker from the cold tap and downed it in one, then did the same again and again. The cool water seemed to reach out through my body bringing relief in its path. Both the room and my head had stopped spinning but my stomach was still threatening to erupt so it was with great care that I rose to my feet and tottered, still naked from the waist down, back into my bedroom where I threw myself back onto the bed and went back to sleep.

It was past lunchtime when I finally dragged myself downstairs dressed only in my bathrobe. I had thrown my dirty top into the washing basket and was running a deep, hot bath to try and help me recover at least some humanity.

While the tub was filling I padded downstairs intending to make myself a large pot of strong black coffee but the sight that greeted me as I reached the foot of the stairs froze me to the spot.

The house was a pigsty!

Dirty glasses and crushed beer cans adorned almost every surface in the lounge, kitchen and dining room; half- empty take-way food trays cluttered the tables and lay on the floor with predictable stains on the carpets. There were empty vodka and tequila bottles in the waste bins and on top of the television.

Would I never, ever learn?

Of course it had seemed a good idea at the time; all my friends had told me so. With my parents away for the weekend and my brother at University, I had the house to myself.

Mum hadn’t been keen but Dad had assured her that at eighteen I was an adult now and could be trusted at home alone.

So what had I done on my first night alone?

Of course, I had arranged a party, straight away on the Friday night. No more than three hours after Mum and Dad had left for their romantic weekend a dozen teenage hooligans masquerading as my closest friends had descended on our home.

And the results were all around me. If I hadn’t felt sick already, the sight of our lovely home trashed like this would have made me retch.

Worst of all, the whole house stank of cigarette smoke and, in some places, of other less legal smoke too.

Standing in the lounge, I looked around the room in despair only to find my skirt draped around the reading light behind Dad’s favourite chair.

What in God’s name had happened?

One thing was clear; with my parents coming home the following evening, there was no time for self pity; I had to start cleaning and start cleaning straight away. The bath would have to wait until I had made some kind of inroad into the devastation all around me.

I ran upstairs and turned off the taps then opened all the windows in the house, thanking God that the day was warm and I wouldn’t freeze.

I grabbed a roll of bin bags from the kitchen drawer, pulled one open then went from room to room throwing all the most obvious rubbish into it. Beer cans, bottles, stale food; all went straight into the one bag despite my normal obsession with recycling and the environment.

A second bag followed swiftly but by the time it was full, I could see a toxic-smelling mixture of beer and curry beginning to leak out of the first bag and onto the kitchen floor.

Shit!

Grabbing the bag in one hand I searched for the door key but it wasn’t in the door and I couldn’t find it in the mess but I did find my bra on a hook behind the kitchen door.

Shit! Shit! Have to use the front door instead.

For a moment I hesitated; going out this way would let any nosy neighbours see me dressed only in my bathrobe but this was an emergency.

Holding my hand underneath the leaking bag I walked quickly and carefully into the hallway and towards the front door. It was closed but only on the latch; no key was needed. Releasing the bottom of the leaking bag I turned the handle, pulled the heavy door open and carried the bag outside.

I looked quickly around the street.

Shit again! Billy Thomas and his teenage friend were across the road on their bikes. They were staring at me too with broad grins on their lustful faces but I had no choice; I walked slowly and casually around the house to the bins where I calmly dumped the bag of rubbish. Then, moving as quickly I could without looking suspicious, I returned to the front door. I was about to enter and continue my cleaning when something distracted me.

What was that? I hadn’t seen it when I had gone out but there, partly concealed by Mum’s favourite plant pots was a good-sized display of fresh flowers.

Thinking that they must be a surprise present from Dad to Mum, I carried then into the house and placed them in the middle of the kitchen table. I was just about to re-start my cleaning when I noticed the name on the little envelope that contained the card.

‘To Debbie’

They were for me? Someone had sent these beautiful flowers for me? Who could it possibly be?

I picked up the card and opened it tentatively. Who would send me flowers? I didn’t have a boyfriend; in truth I had never had a real boyfriend. At eighteen and to be honest, rather plump, I was still largely untouched by male hands below the waist and was most certainly still a virgin.

That didn’t mean that I was completely frigid; no indeed, after a few drinks my resistance always weakened and my defences often came down quickly but never all the way. As a result, several of the boys at school knew my over-sized boobs rather well and I had performed a few hand-jobs while under the influence of alcohol but even when drunk, my knickers had remained firmly in place.

I crossed to the kitchen window and opened the envelope in the early afternoon sunshine.

My heart missed a beat as I read the words.

‘To Debbie.



Thank you for letting me be your first. I hope it won’t be our last.



See you this afternoon as we promised.



Love Darren



PS: I’ll bring the morning after pills with me. We don’t want you getting pregnant your first time J ’

What the fuck...? I re-read the card then re-read it again.

It couldn’t be true!

The implication of the note was horrifyingly clear; I had had sex for the first time last night.

And not just any sex; unprotected sex.

And not just unprotected sex, unprotected sex with a boy called Darren.

And there could only be one Darren!

It couldn’t be true! Darren Clarke hadn’t even been at the party; at least he hadn’t been at the part of the party I could remember.

It couldn’t be true. No matter how much of the evening was missing from my memory, surely I would remember if I had just lost my virginity!

A cold wave washed over me. What in God’s name should I do?

There must be some way of checking. I’ll call Izzy.

No, get real girl, are you really going to call a friend and ask if you lost your virginity last night? Whatever the answer, just asking the question would make me look... either a gullible idiot or a slut!

Think! Think!

Ah! Maybe I could check myself. If I really had had sex, there would be signs; signs on the bed; signs on my body.

Quick!

I ran upstairs and grabbed a hand mirror from Mum’s dresser then rushed back into my room, cast aside my robe and lay back on the bed, naked. Spreading my chubby legs wide, I held the mirror between my thighs and stared hard at the reflection of my vulva.

Oh my God!

It was true! The evidence was there! Small but definite gobs of something white were stuck in my curly brown pubic hair. I looked harder; there were dried-up patches of something sticky on the tops of my thighs too and in the deep creases where they met my dark triangle.

My slit itself was a bit puffy and red too.

Oh my fucking God! Semen! I really had lost my virginity last night.

Jesus girl, what have you done?

Then a worse realisation hit me; if there was semen everywhere, that meant whoever had fucked me hadn’t used a condom. God alone knew how much of the stuff had gone inside me; how much was still inside me!

I shuddered in horror; I had lain in a drunken stupor all night and most of the morning with a boy’s sperm wriggling inside my body, perhaps even inside my womb!

Jesus Christ! I might actually be pregnant already! And what if he’s given me an STD?

A wave of self-disgust washed over me along with a heavy undercurrent of fear.

Darren Clarke! Darren fucking Clarke!

Despite all I had promised myself, now he had added my name to the long list of his conquests.

He’d had my cherry too, and I had sworn I would keep myself intact until I met the right boy! I had sworn I wouldn’t let myself join the growing gang of girls who had been deflowered by Darren fucking Clarke.

And yet it had still happened!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You stupid, stupid girl!

What was worse was that I couldn’t remember a single thing about it. According to all my books and magazines, a girl’s first time was supposed to be special; loving, caring; something to look back on fondly in years to come.

I had no memory at all of my first time but the evidence on my body was clear; a boy’s erect penis had been in my vagina; had even ejaculated inside me and I had no memory of the whole event, fond or otherwise.

It wasn’t fair!

Now the only memories of my defloration would be of hangovers, vomiting in the toilet and cleaning stale Indian food off pale cream carpets.

Darren fucking Clarke!

*

Darren Clarke was the Don Juan of our school. He was a year older than me so had left school the previous summer. Now at University, he must have come home for the holiday but how he managed to be in our house the previous night was a mystery.

Undoubtedly gorgeous; tall, dark haired, excellent at sport if a little challenged in the classroom, he had been the heartthrob of most of the girls in his school year and all of those in mine.

He was also ruthless and unscrupulous when it came to sex and was known to have slept with the majority of those admiring girls at least once. A good many cherries had fallen to his considerable seductive powers but he seldom stayed long with a conquest once her virtue or, better, her hymen had been notched up on his belt.

My own sex life was almost non-existent; had been non-existent I should say if I had indeed just lost my virginity. Being short and a little plump, I wasn’t at the top of many boys’ ‘would you do her?’ list. As a result, my virginity hadn’t been assailed very often and my self-imposed desire to save myself for my husband hadn’t been difficult to maintain.

At the age of eighteen I was probably the only virgin remaining in our year.

Had been the only virgin, I should say.

Darren fucking Clarke!

*

My stomach and head began to throb; I ran to the kitchen and downed another two glasses of water then took three paracetamol tablets. Perhaps when my headache moderated I would be able to think more clearly; perhaps then I would know what to do.

The cleaning up would have to wait.

Abandoning the mess, I went back upstairs and finished running the bath then took off my robe and lay back. The hot water began to do its stuff; my muscles began to relax and, as the tablets joined in the effort, I began to feel human again.

After a while I began to wash myself, scrubbing all evidence of the party and its excesses from my chubby body, paying special attention to the dark triangle between my thighs, seeking out and washing away every last trace of Darren Clarke’s semen.

The thought of that sticky goo went over and over in my mind. Having spent so long in bed with it inside me, most of it had probably been absorbed by my body hours ago. I begged God not to let me become pregnant; not to have let any of the millions of sperm that had entered my womb find a waiting egg.

I would have to do something about it but could I trust Darren’s pills - if he brought them? I would have to go to the Doctor to get the ‘morning after’ pill on Monday. But our Doctor played golf with my Dad; how could I ask him for something so personal?

And would the pills work on a Monday if I had been knocked-up on Friday night?

And what if they didn’t work? What if I had to have an abortion? What if I had to have the baby?

Jesus Debbie; what have you done?

But I couldn’t spend all day wallowing in self-pity. After half an hour of soaking, my fingers were pruned and it was time to remove the rest of the evidence of my mis-deeds. As far as my parents were concerned, having a party at all was crime enough to warrant the withdrawal of the car for a long period.

I rose from the water and towelled myself down, my skin pink from the heat. Wrapping the towel around me I walked through to my bedroom and pulled on a pair of big-knickers, wriggled my boobs into a rather undersized bra then donned my usual tight white top and short, elasticated skirt.

Examining myself in the mirror; I was relieved to see that I looked like what I was; an overweight, hungover teenager with a big job to do. I was no longer a virgin but there was nothing obvious to give that secret away.

If I was pregnant as well, there was nothing outwardly to show for that either.

I went back downstairs to the kitchen and took a Diet Coke from the fridge, downed about half of it then realised I was hungry. That was good; it meant my stomach was at least working normally again. Indeed the nausea had passed; all that remained was the headache.

I ate two sliced of toast with honey and felt better still then put on the kettle to make more coffee. As it boiled, I looked again at the flowers standing in the centre of the table. They were beautiful; warm, brightly coloured and there were plenty of them. They must have been expensive.

I looked again at the card. The message was unmistakeable, but the presence of this sweet, even romantic gift must mean that for some reason whatever happened last night wasn’t going to be just a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am one-night-stand.

Maybe my defloration wouldn’t be the weekend’s big news on Facebook after all. Maybe the fall of the last virgin in the year could remain secret among the few that knew about it.

My heart missed a beat; just how many people did know about it? Oh my God, had it happened in front of witnesses? I had seen with my own eyes at least two girls having sex at parties in front of their friends; one of them had even been deflowered in front of an audience too.

Please God; don’t let that have happened to me!

My school bag was in the hall cupboard; I rushed to it and returned with my iPad in my hand. With a sickening feeling in my stomach, I switched it on and tapped the Facebook icon. The screen filled with my newsfeed...

Nothing! I breathed a loud sigh of relief.

I scrolled up and down; there was nothing there about me or my lost virginity. There were plenty of pictures of the party, many of which showed embarrassingly clearly how drunk I had been but as far as sex was concerned, there was nothing.

Thank you God!

I closed the iPad’s cover and leaned back in the chair.

As the wave of relief subsided, the reality of the mess in the house returned in force. The place was still a pigsty; I couldn’t waste any more time. My parents weren’t due home until the following evening but the longer I left that food on the carpet, the more likely it was to stain.

Taking both my Coke and coffee with me, I returned to the lounge and began filling a fresh bin bag with rubbish. After half an hour, most of the mess had gone and the rooms were tidy again. Now all that remained was the washing up and the stains on two carpets and the sofa.

I was filling a bucket with warm water in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell ring. Once again, my heart missed a beat. Who could it be? Had my parents come home early? Don’t be silly girl, your Mum and Dad wouldn’t ring the bell of their own house!

I turned off the tap and went into the hall, checking no mess was visible then tentatively opened the front door.

A tall, dark-haired, exceptionally good looking boy stood nervously on the porch wearing tailored jeans, smart trainers and a T-shirt that showed off his muscular chest. My tummy twisted into a knot and I stopped breathing.

“Darren!” I said anxiously.

“Um... Hi Debbie,” he replied with a sheepish smile.

We stood staring at each other for what seemed an age. What on earth does a freshly-deflowered girl say to the boy who took her virginity when she can’t even remember it happening?

“Did... Did you like the flowers?” he asked.

His voice was hesitant, as if tentatively testing the water as far as my emotions were concerned.

“Yes,” I replied, my own voice soft and embarrassed. “They’re lovely. Thank you.”

There was another silence.

“I’ve come to help clear up, like I promised,” he said quietly.

“I’ve... It’s nearly done,” I said automatically.

“Well can I... can I come in and help you finish?”

“Are you sure you want to...?”

I gulped, hoping he would say yes. I simply had to know what had happened and Darren was the only person in the world who could tell me. He smiled.

“Of course, if you want me to after...” he let the words drift into silence.

“Please,” I said, smiling in even more embarrassment and opening the door.

Darren walked slowly through to the kitchen, looking left and right as if surveying the damage. Although I had known him through my group of friends for several years, I realised that this was the first time he had actually been in my house.

The second time, I corrected myself; last night would have been the first.

“It doesn’t look too bad,” he said eventually. “From what Izzy said I was expecting much worse. We can have this fixed in an hour or so.”

I didn’t tell him I had already spent a good two hours tidying. We entered the kitchen and he accepted my offer of a Coke. As I handed it to him he was looking intently at the display of flowers and the card lying alongside.

He raised his eyes to mine and for a moment, those huge black pupils made my knees go weak.

A conversation had to take place but how on earth do you start it? I couldn’t just blurt out the question ‘did you fuck me last night, I can’t remember?’

“Darren I...”

“Debbie...”

We had both started talking at exactly the same time. We both stopped, looked at each other then laughed, glad of an excuse to break the tension.

“You first,” I smiled.

“No you go first,” he smiled back.

There was a long pause; I took a deep breath and began.

“I know it’s a really weak thing to say and I know it sounds like an excuse but I was really drunk last night.”

“I know. I was pretty wazzoed too and...”

“I mean,” I interrupted. “I mean I really can’t remember anything that happened later on.”

He looked at me sceptically.

“Come on Debbie. It’s normal to have regrets afterwards but you don’t expect me to believe you can’t remember anything that we did!”

“It’s true!” I insisted, my voice rising in volume. “I really can’t remember! I can’t remember you arriving; I can’t even remember the others leaving.”

“Debs you’ve got to be kidding...”

I was beginning to get really distressed now. Tears were beginning to run down my cheeks.

“It’s TRUE! I CAN’T!”

The tears were flowing fast now, my eyes stinging, my chest heaving.

“You’ve GOT to believe me. I can’t remember even seeing you. And I really, really can’t remember what... what we did at all!”

Eventually my emotion must have convinced him because his voice changed. Darren took my hands in his and held them until they stopped shaking.

“Come here Debs!”

His voice was soft and low as he pulled my trembling body against his and held me close. My face was pressed against his muscular chest as his strong arms encircled me.

“Shhh! Shhh!” he hissed as he held me tightly, my body still shaking with emotion. “It’s all right, Debs. It’s all going to be okay.”

He held me tightly for a long time, our bodies rocking back and forth as my trembling slowly faded. I felt Darren’s breath on my cheek, his nose nuzzling my hair, his large hands stroking my back and arms.

It felt reassuring.

Eventually he spoke in a low, soft voice that melted my insides.

“You really can’t remember?”

I shook my head, my nose and eyes weeping onto his short.

“Not after the take-away food arrived. Nothing.”

“You poor thing,” he whispered and hugged me again. “I’m so sorry. You really don’t remember my arriving? Anything that happened then?”

“No. Not until I saw your flowers and checked myself... down there...”

I was beginning to cry again. Darren must have felt my emotion building because he hugged me tightly again and whispered sweet but reassuring nothings in my ear. I felt his hands on my body again, stroking my shoulders, back and sides but this time moving lower onto my rather ample buttocks.

“We were both a bit drunk,” he said quietly. “If I hadn’t been drunk too then I might have been more... more sensitive.”

At least he was being sensitive now, I thought. At least having taken my cherry he wasn’t going to dump me like so many of my friends had been dumped. And it felt so good being wrapped in his strong arms; so reassuring to feel his hands on my body.

Perhaps I was important to him after all, not just another trophy to hang on his bedroom wall; another notch on his belt.

“Would you like me to tell you?” he asked. “About last night? I mean, if it won’t upset you too much...”

“Please,” I mumbled gratefully. “I need to know.”

I was absolutely sure it would upset me; how could it not upset me but I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until I knew how it had all happened. How could I go through life not knowing how I had lost my virginity?

“Shall we sit down?” he grinned at me. “My back’s beginning to ache.”

“Okay,” I grinned back wanly.

Being so much shorter than Darren the poor boy had been stooping to hug me; of course his back was hurting.

“Would you like another drink?” I asked.

“Thanks.”

I took two more cans of Coke from the fridge. We popped them then went through to the lounge where we sat side by side on the sofa. To my horror there was a small dark stain on the cushion near where Darren perched. He put his can on the low coffee table and took my hands in his. I felt reassured again and struck by just how handsome and sensitive this boy actually was.

Despite all I had heard about his ruthlessness, in reality he was a sweet, caring person.

“Well, as you know I wasn’t invited to the party,” he began.

“Darren I...” I started to apologise but he squeezed my hand.

“I’m just kidding Debs,” he grinned again. “It was your groups of friends, not mine. Any anyway it might have been embarrassing given who was going to be there.”

I was sure it would have been. Darren had notched up at least three of my close friends on his conquest belt; a belt to which my name had just been added. For some reason, sitting there with this drop-dead-gorgeous boy holding my hands, joining his list of conquests made me feel strangely proud rather than ashamed.

But he was still talking.

“I was really surprised when you called me.”

“I called you?” I asked, wondering where my mobile phone was.

“Yes. Very late, and on the landline too,” he added. “That’s what surprised me most.”

“What did I say?”

“Well your voice was a bit slurred but I’d been out for a few pints too so I suppose I didn’t think much of it. You said that you were having a party and it was ending and your friend Izzy wished you’d invited me.”

This was at least plausible; Izzy’s cherry was also on Darren’s trophy belt and I knew she still carried a torch for him. It would have been very much in character for a drunken Izzy to try and get me to ask Darren round in the hope of getting with him again.

“And you came here straight away?”

“I tried to, but I’d already had too much to drink to take the car and I didn’t have the money for a taxi so I came on my bike. This took much longer so by the time I got here, Izzy must have given up on me because they’d all gone and you were on your own.”

This sounded very plausible too. It would have been a longish ride from Darren’s house to mine and the gang weren’t known for their patience, especially with a drunk, love-sick Izzy amongst them.

“You were surprised when I arrived but seemed pleased to see me. You asked me in anyway. I could see the place was a mess but you brought me a beer and we started chatting. I’d never really had a chance to talk to you on your own before; I was really surprised how we seemed to get on so well right from the start.”

I smiled, flattered although that level of self-confidence didn’t sound like me at all. Still, Darren had come back to see me and was still there holding my hands as we talked so maybe after a few drinks I was more lively, more confident.

“We sat in the lounge, drank beer and wine and talked for ages. I couldn’t believe how well we were getting on and,” he blushed. “And how much I was beginning to fancy you.”

I blushed pink; this was pushing credibility a bit far. For a boy who had bedded most of the school’s hottest girls to fancy a short, plump virgin like me was pushing my ability to believe.

But maybe, I told myself, if I was the only female option available, his judgement might have been distorted.

“Darren...” I protested weakly.

“It’s true Debs! I really fancied you. I still do!”

He released my hands and placed his palms on my bare knees, stroking them and my bare lower thighs as he continued. His voice was low, smooth and almost hypnotic as he continued.

“We were both pretty drunk by then. You started to ask me about Izzy; had I really taken her cherry and did I want to go out with her because she still fancied me?”

I giggled, embarrassed. “Well, she does. And what did you tell me?”

It was Darren’s turn to look embarrassed and I liked him even more.

“Well, if you must know, I said that yes I was her first but I wasn’t sure she and I would be good together.”

“Why?”

“She’s very pretty but I’ve seen her at parties. I’m not sure she’d manage not to get off with other boys if I wasn’t around.”

“That’s a bit rich coming from you,” I said. “What about your reputation?”

Darren looked hurt.

“I’ve been with a lot of girls, true,” he said frowning. “But they’ve all just been a bit of fun. I’ve never cheated on a long term steady girlfriend. I’ve not really had one anyway.”

“Am I just a bit of fun then?” I asked, feeling a little angry at this self-justification.

“It’s what you said you wanted me to do last night,” he protested.

“I did?” I was amazed.

Had I really asked him to take my cherry as a one-night stand? It didn’t sound like me and yet he was gorgeous and I was busted. If he’d forced me, surely he wouldn’t have sent flowers and come round to see me afterwards.

Yet there he was, sitting next to me on the sofa, stroking my thigh.

“You started apologising for Izzy not being there. You said I must have been expecting to get at least a good fuck from her even if I didn’t want a long term relationship.”

That sounded likely too; once her virginity had gone, I had to admit that my best friend had become something of a pushover, especially after a few drinks. Although I loved her to bits, I didn’t approve of her morals in that respect. If Darren had shown up, she would have dropped her knickers for him without a qualm, relationship or no relationship.

“I suppose I had expected it and was disappointed. That’s certainly what you thought because you asked me if you would do instead.”

“What?”

“I know! I couldn’t believe it!”

“I asked you to have sex with me?”

“That’s right. You said it was about time you learned what it was all about.”

“Jesus!”

“What can I say? Okay we were both drunk but you really seemed serious.”

“Oh my God!”

“You knew I was a virgin?”

“I’d heard the rumours but you can’t believe everything you hear. I thought perhaps you’d already done it on the quiet without anyone knowing. I didn’t know it was your first time for certain until... well, until I felt the evidence inside you.”

A silence fell. My head was spinning; I had expected to hear how the experienced Darren had expertly seduced innocent me; it hadn’t even entered my mind that I might have offered myself to him.

“Debbie? Are you okay?” he asked anxiously.

“I... I think so,” I replied uncertainly.

“So we did it,” he continued.

“Where?” I asked still stunned.

“Right here on the sofa,” he replied. “Then again in your bedroom.”

“Twice?” I was aghast.

He nodded.

“We tried for a third time but you fell asleep on me. That’s when I left you to sleep it off.”

There was another silence while I tried to digest all this terrible information.

“Couldn’t you tell it had happened?” he eventually asked.

I blushed.

“Well, yes there was... some stuff... down there. Quite a lot of it in fact.”

This time it was Darren’s turn to blush. Suddenly something occurred to me.

“Why did you cum inside me? Why didn’t you use a condom,” I was getting emotional now. “You might have got me pregnant!”

“Debbie please!” he begged. “We were both drunk. I didn’t have any condoms with me – Izzy’s on the pill so I didn’t need them with her. Besides when I asked if you wanted me to pull out you said you wanted me to cum inside you; that you wanted to know what the whole thing really felt like.”

This was a Debbie I really didn’t recognise; but then I didn’t recognise the Debbie who would offer herself to a boy either.

“I suppose I thought you were on the pill too, or maybe I didn’t think at all. It’s only afterwards that you told me you weren’t protected. That’s why I brought these.”

Releasing my upper thigh for a moment, he fumbled in his back pocket and pulled out a small cardboard box.

“Morning after pills like I promised,” he said quietly. “I stole them from my sister’s room. You take two today and two tomorrow.”

I stared at the box, wondering how on earth I had got myself into this position. Was a tiny baby already growing inside me?

There was a third long silence before Darren spoke once again.

“Don’t you want to know how it was?” he asked. “You know everything else.”

I blushed. In my naiveté I hadn’t even thought to ask whether Darren had enjoyed it; whether I had enjoyed it too. Had my first ever sex been good sex? I couldn’t imagine it would have been but Darren seemed keen to tell me.

“Well... what was it like?” I asked, my tummy alive with nerves.

He paused for effect then smiled broadly, his hand back on my thigh, pleasantly caressing me underneath my skirt.

“Debbie it was amazing! You were amazing. If I hadn’t felt your hymen break I would never have believed it was your first time.”

I was blushing like a beetroot now.

“You were exciting, energetic; adventurous! And you’ve got a pussy like a fist - really tight, really deep. And how did you know to work your pelvic floor like that? It was so fucking good Debs!”

My eyes were open wide but I couldn’t look him in the face. My ears couldn’t believe all he was saying.

“I’ve never known anyone be like that their first time. If I’d known you would be so good I’d have...”

He seemed to realise he was about to go too far and slowed to a stop.

“Well, I’d have got to know you better a long time ago,” he finally and calmly said.

I sat for a moment, my head spinning. Me, a great lay? Stupid, naive, virginal me good enough in bed to get all this praise from the school’s most experienced seducer?

“I... I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, staring down at my chubby legs in embarrassment.

Darren’s hand was now high up under my skirt, his fingers gently stroking the insides of my thighs.

“You really, really can’t remember any of this?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“No. Nothing until I woke up this morning.”

“You poor thing!”

Darren’s voice was soft and genuinely concerned. I felt his left arm go round my shoulders as he drew my body towards his own. At the same time his right hand slipped the last few inched up my skirt until his fingertips were pressed against my cotton-covered vulva.

It felt very strange but very pleasant.

“Do you hate me?” he asked.

“NO!” I exclaimed. “Of course I don’t. You’re being so good about it all I just...”

“Just can’t believe it’s all happened?”

I shook my head.

“No I can’t.”

He seemed to think for a moment then looked me straight in the eye.

“Would you like me to tell you more details? Or would that be too embarrassing?”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, confused.

Darren’s hand between my legs was sending strange, unfamiliar sensations through my body.

“But you’d like to know?”

I nodded again.

“What if... well, what if we do it again, now?”

“What?”

“What if I show you what we did? What if I try and do now exactly what we did last night?”

“Darren!”

“You’re not drunk now are you? You’re not afraid? If I really try and remember everything we did you’ll at least know how your first time happened. Everyone should remember their first time.”

“But...”

“What have you got to lose? You’re already busted; you’re going to take the morning after pills anyway. You might as well let yourself go and enjoy properly what you enjoyed last night only this time you’ll remember it all.”

Despite his smooth, seductive voice, something inside me was ringing a warning bell. Something wasn’t quite right. But the touch of his fingers between my thighs was making me feel strange; no boy had ever touched me there before and my body was beginning to do things outside of my control.

“Do you really want to go through life not knowing how you lost your virginity?”

I sighed; the logic was impeccable. He was right; what did I have to lose? And I really was curious!

“And you really want to...do it with me again?” I whispered.

“Do I really want to have sex with you again? Do I want to feel that incredible pussy of yours around my cock again? Jesus Debs; I’d kill for the chance of sleeping with you one more time.”

There was no mistaking the sincerity of his desire. For the first time in my life, a boy really, genuinely wanted me; wanted me sexually and wanted me badly.

And it wasn’t just any boy who wanted me. It was Darren Clarke; the boy who had had everyone who was singing my sexual praises. He had had me once but wanted me again.

How good did that make me feel? His fingers stroked and stroked my vulva through my panties and I could feel myself weakening – or was it strength disguised as weakness? From the way my body was behaving, the new feelings in my lower belly, it wanted him too.

“What if we begin and you tell me if you feel uncomfortable; tell me if you want me to stop?”

The warning bells still rang but were drowned out by the rush of desire that washed over me.

“Please...” I mumbled.

“So I began by stroking your leg as we talked, a bit like I’m doing now,” he said softly.

He was indeed stroking my leg; it felt very good. His fingers were warm and his palm smooth as it caressed my knee then slipped down to stroke the inside of my thigh. Very few boys had touched me there; none had touched me so delicately and sensitively.

“And we started kissing too.”

Kissing was something I did know about; I raised my face to his and our lips touched. For me it was electric, the warmth of his mouth on mine, his slightly dry lips on my moist flesh. He pressed his mouth more firmly against mine and I felt his tongue working its way between my lips, prising my teeth apart.

I didn’t resist, my mouth simply fell open. Darren’s tongue plunged into it, seeking my own and finding it. Our two tongues writhed over each other like snakes in a cave, our lips pressed hard together, sliding over each other, mouths wide open.

I felt a large, firm hand on my left boob, squeezing it, kneading it through my top. My boobs had always been sensitive but knowing it was being fondled by the boy whose cock had been inside my body made the sensations even more intense. My nipples hardened instantly and for a long time I felt his hands passing from one large, fleshy globe to the other and back, toying with my nipples through my top.

For a moment our lips parted and I felt his hands by my waist. Then my top was being raised over my face and head before being cast aside. My over-sized bra followed swiftly then our lips clashed again but this time Darren’s hands were on my bare flesh, kneading my boobs even more firmly, his hot hands playing with my nipples, crushing their large, hard teats between his fingers.

My tummy was churning; the sensations flowing from my boobs into my chest and belly were out of this world. Although my breasts were no strangers to boys’ hands, no boy had ever made me feel like this; sexy, wanted, needing more.

Darren’s hand returned to my thigh and rose rapidly up my skirt, reaching my panties before I understood what was happening. Instinctively I tried to close my legs to keep his fingers out but it was futile; he was far too skilled, far too insistent and my resolve was far too weak.

If this boy had already had his cock inside my vagina, I had few secrets left to hide – even if I couldn’t remember any of it.

“Do you like this?” he asked. I moaned and nodded. “I thought you would; you certainly liked it last night, especially when my hand slipped inside your panties.”

He suited the action to the words; before I realised it, his fingers had slipped under the elasticated legs of my knickers and were on my bare vulva. Whatever had happened the previous night, I had never felt a boy’s hands on my vulva before, panties or no panties.

Again my first instinct was to close my knees tightly and keep him out but I fought against this. I apparently had no secrets from this boy – this gorgeous boy, I corrected myself. If I really had spent the night with my vagina and womb filled with his sperm, being shy with him now really would be closing the door after the horse had bolted.

Besides, it felt nice - really nice. I forced my legs to relax and felt his hand slide a little higher up until one of his fingers was stroking my slit. I was being fingered; for the first time in my conscious life, a boy was playing with my vulva.

“You really seemed to like being touched down there,” he continued, his fingertips lightly toying with my dampening flesh.

I was sure he as right; I really liked it now too. My breathing had become deeper and louder as his fingers began to pull my knickers away from my vulva.

“Lift up,” he whispered in my ear.

I raised my bottom slightly and felt my knickers being drawn over my buttocks and down my legs. The elastic was tight around my chubby thighs and again I had to stop myself closing my knees but a moment later my knickers were around my ankles. Darren’s tongue re-entered my mouth, his hand easily parted my thighs and I felt the heat of his palm against my weeping vulva.

It was amazing! Absolutely amazing but before I could adjust to the first conscious touch of a boy’s hand on my most private parts; I felt his fingers begin to explore my vulva.

My whole body shook as hidden by my skirt, Darren’s long middle finger was drawn the full length of my slit from its base, across my formerly virgin entrance to my rather oversized and extremely sensitive clitoris.

My body bucked in shock. He did it again, I bucked again.

Then my world turned to a sea of pleasure as for the first time in my conscious life I let a boy expertly finger me. It was simply unbelievable. From my anus to my clitoris, my whole vulva came alive with a tingling, burning sensation that took all the strength from my legs and made my tummy fill with a hot glow that grew more and more intense.

I gasped aloud as a finger was pressed a short way into my vagina then squealed as it came to an abrupt halt. Before I could make head or tail of the new intrusion, I felt a second finger slip alongside pushing deep and twisting from left to right, stretching my entrance tightly.

Nothing, not even my own fingers had made me feel like this. A wall of pleasure was rising over me. I dimly wondered how something that felt as amazing as this could possibly have happened to me without leaving any memory at all but the thought was immediately forced from my mind when Darren’s fingers slid back the hood of my clitoris and exposed my hard nub.

The first orgasm that a boy had given me hit like a freight train. My body bucked against his hand, out of my control. For a moment I wasn’t sure whether it was pleasure or pain; it frightened me all the same.

"Oh my God!"

I had never dreamed that such feelings could exist.

“Are you okay Debs? You want to stop?”

Unable to speak, I shook my head wildly; I did NOT want it to stop.

Encouraged, Darren’s fingers moved faster and faster on my clitoris, then dipped into my vagina, then returned to my swollen nub and another wave of climax hit me hard.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh wow! Don't stop! Don’t stop!"

Darren worked my vulva with an expertise that amazed me. My body responded in the only way it knew; the air filled with the unfamiliar smell of flowing female juices and the wet, slopping sounds of active fingers in copious lubrication.

“No please... don’t stop...” I protested as his finger left my groin and an emptiness began to fill me.

Darren just smiled. His hands were at his waist and I heard the sound of a metal buckle being unfastened.

“It’s time, Debbie. Relax, it’ll all be okay.”

My body shaking, I didn’t even think of resisting as he lowered me to the sofa and raised my skirt above my waist. The next thing I knew, strong hands had parted my chubby thighs, exposing my over-sensitised, soaking wet vulva to his full gaze.

To my shame my instincts didn’t even suggest hiding my femininity from him. It would have been no use anyway because in the blink of an eye his body was between my thighs, his chest over my exposed boobs, his handsome face inches above mine; his body supported on his left arm.

I looked down between my legs and gulped. There it was; the erect penis that, only hours ago had broken my hymen and taken my virginity; the erect penis that I so badly wanted to feel in my body.

It was huge; long, thick and with a head that looked purple. And he was directing it towards my vagina!

“Please... please be gentle,” I whispered. “It’s so big!”

“You’ll be okay,” he said reassuringly. “You had it all inside you last night.”

“I suppose so,” I murmured.

“It might still hurt a bit at the start,” he added. “But that will soon go and you’ll enjoy it. Again.”

I closed my eyes and felt the smooth head of his cock being rubbed up and down my slit. I could almost hear my heart thumping on my chest. It felt so big and so frightening; if I hadn’t known that it had already been inside me at least twice I’m sure I would have chickened out.

But I didn’t. I just lay there and tried to relax.

The rubbing stopped; I felt the big, smooth something parting my inner lips and beginning to enter me. I winced; it was stretching me tightly and yet it had only just begun.

“Does it hurt?” Darren’s voice was soft and caring.

I nodded.

“Try and bear it. The pain won’t last long,” he said. I believed him.

He pushed a little harder and the pain grew stronger, my body being stretched tightly around his thickening shaft. I winced again and bit my lip, my fingers grasping the sofa cushion and squeezing it.

How in God’s name could I have gone through this the previous night and not remembered it? It would have been worse too, being my first time. Just how much had I drunk?

I felt Darren press harder.

“Ouch!”

There was a sudden sharp pain that made me gasp. He paused and I opened my eyes to see his big brown pupils staring down at me. Then a grimace crossed his face and he thrust a second time. This thrust was harder and the pain sharper. I gasped again.

“Owww!”

A look of determination crossed his handsome face followed by a split second of anger across his brow. Then his muscles flexed, his shoulders bunched and his hips were thrust forward sharply, driving his hard cock into my vagina.

“Yeow!”

The pain was agonising; sharp and hard. I yelped in alarm but he didn’t stop. Again he thrust, harder still. Again I yelped. Then his whole body seemed to flex and with a grunt the muscles of his thighs and belly bunched tightly and he drove his cock firmly into my wounded body.

“JESUS!”

A bolt of sharp, intense pain flashed through me, soaring in intensity, depriving me of breath then without warning, something inside me seemed to yield, there was a last agonising bolt of pain... and Darren Clarke’s dark, erect penis sank into my vagina.

I thought my eyes would burst out of my head as his cock penetrated my flesh. It felt huge; massive, filling me unbearably. I squealed aloud!

"Ah! Ah! Oh God it hurts. Oh God, it hurts!”

“It’s okay Debs. Try and bear it. It will pass, I promise!”

“Please... enough. It’s too big.”

“Try and relax. You’ll get used to it.”

I was panting, my breath coming in big gulps. I felt Darren draw himself back; for a moment a feeling of release passed through my vagina and my lower belly. Then he thrust forward again, this time plunging much deeper into my body.

“Jesus! Slowly! Go slow. Please!”

My hands had flown to his hips as if trying to push him away or at least slow his progress but it was useless; Darren was much too strong. I dimly thought that, if his cock had been inside me before, I should be able to take it now.

And I could, if only it didn’t hurt so much!

"I promise. I’ll go slowly!” his voice was harder now but still reassuring.

Again he pulled back, again he thrust forward but now instead of big, strong thrusts he began to saw back and forth in small, softer strokes, each one going slightly deeper than the last, penetrating my tight, over-stretched vagina until finally I felt his hips pressing against my inner thighs and his thick base stretching my entrance painfully wide. He was inside me; all of him.

Darren paused, looking down on me. There was a look of pleasure; even triumph on his face.

I stared up again into his handsome countenance, my chest heaving, my belly tight and so, so full. The pain in my hips and vulva was sharp and strong but with it was a new overtone of... something else; something more than pain.

“That’s all of me,” he smiled, wiggling his hips.

I felt the huge creature inside me moving deep within my belly. A wave of nausea passed over me but with it came a strange thrill.

“Are you okay now?” he asked, his eyes even softer and darker.

I nodded but still couldn’t speak.

And then he started to fuck me, drawing himself back slowly until only his head was within my body then thrusting back into me in long, slow strokes.

Ssssslap!

“Owww!”

I gasped again as he bottomed out in my vagina and his hips struck my inner thighs.

“Good girl Debs! You can handle it!”

Ssssslap!

He did it again, and again.

Sssslap! Sssslap!

“Aaah! Aaah!”

“Good girl! Good girl!”

The pace of his thrusting grew faster, the slapping louder but I could already feel the pain reducing.

Shhlap! Shhlap! Shhlap!

My body began to protect itself against this onslaught, lubricating for all it was worth. The sound of the slapping grew wetter and sharper and the pain fell away rapidly to be replaced with a strange, disconcerting but distinctly pleasurable feeling I had never felt before.

Shhlap! Shhlap! Shhlap!

“Oh fuck! Debs you feel so good! So wet!”

The tone of honest pleasure in Darren’s voice made me feel strangely good, though my body felt full, invaded, stretched beyond belief. The entrance to my vagina felt sore already; Darren’s wiry pubic hair grating across my slit every time he bottomed out within me. There was pain all round but it was decreasing and the strange new feeling was growing.

“Ohhh!”

Shhlap! Shhlap! Shhlap!

The sound of a moaning voice filled the room; it took a moment to realise that it was my own. I looked again at my lover; at the look of determination on his face as his body slammed into mine, driving his erection deep into my body over and over again. Each collision se nding ripples through the folds of excess flesh on my stomach and making my huge boobs wobble grotesquely.

But he didn’t seem to care.

Shhlap! Shhlap! Shhlap!

“Fuck Debs; you’re so fucking tight!”

Darren was growling now, his face close to mine. He bent low and kissed my lips hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as hard as his cock was thrust into my vagina. His muscular chest crushed my fat boobs, his flat tummy pressed against my chubby belly.

“So fucking TIGHT!”

“Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!”

The moaning female voice could only be mine but I hardly recognised it.

Shhlap! Shhlap! Shhlap! Shhlap! Shhlap! Shhlap!

The speed of his thrusting grew faster, then faster still.

Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap!

“Aaaaahhhh!”

My voice rose in volume as a hot wave began to ripple out from my battered vulva, into my belly and down my thighs.

“NnnnnnGGGHHHH!” Darren responded.

Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap!

“Grrrrggghhhh!”

Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap-Shhlap!

And then it happened. Despite the previous night, I had never seen a boy reach a proper climax before. The few hand jobs I had delivered had been short and had resulted only in a sticky mess falling all over our clothes.

This time, with Darren’s face only inches above mine, I could see every change, every nuance in his expression as his climax rushed in on him and he began to cum in me.

It was truly frightening; Darren’s expression changed from one of pleasure to one of fear then to one of anger before finally breaking into a terrible grimace as his thrusts reached a new, painful intensity, driving me bodily up the sofa’s cushions until my head was crushed against the chair’s arm and I could go no further.

Deep in my body I felt the end of his cock swell, rasping against my insides before the rhythm of his powerful thrusts broke completely and his body slammed wildly into mine, his cock throbbing and pulsing within me and I understood what was happening.

Darren Clarke was ejaculating inside me; his body filling mine with semen.

My mind pictured the pale sticky fluid cascading from the tip of his cock and spurting against my cervix as he came and came. The wild thrusts seemed to last forever, his body twisting and contorting, his cock still buried deep in my chubby body until finally, the throbbing slowed to a halt and we lay on the sofa, Darren’s body heavily on top of mine.

We gazed into each other’s eyes, panting, bewildered.

“Wow, Debbie!” Darren’s voice was breathy and shaky. “That was amazing! You’re so fucking good! So fucking good!”

Although this was unquestionably a compliment I couldn’t speak. My mind was spinning from the onslaught I had endured and enjoyed.

It had been the first sexual encounter I had any memory of.

It had been painful – very painful at first.

It had been embarrassing how my body had behaved, then it had felt amazing.

It had been a simply unbelievable experience.

In a short while I felt Darren’s erection subsiding inside me. After feeling so very full and having endured so many thrusts, it left me feeling empty. I could feel small tears beginning to form in my eyes.

To his eternal credit and counter to everything I was expecting, Darren recognised the emotional whirlwind surrounding me and rolled onto the sofa alongside, pulling his softening cock from my body as he moved.

I winced as his body left mine but he took me in his arms and hugged me close as I began to tremble and shake with the strength of my emotions.

“It’s okay!! It’s okay,” he whispered into my hair as the tears began to roll down my cheeks.

Whatever had happened the previous night, my virginity was now well and truly gone!