“I saw him with that girl…Cynthia, down by the river.” I knew then she had seen me, I remembered it well myself, wondering…feeling like we were being watched, but never sure. Now I know.
“Go on Sophia…tell me, what did you see? What did you do?”
I watched them together. I had followed them down to the river. I saw them remove one another’s clothes while I stood behind a tree, and then climbed it.”
“God, no wonder I never saw her…I never thought to look up into the trees!” I told myself.
“And then I watched him as he placed her down on the ground, and then he kissed her, kissed her between the legs, and I remember thinking…what is he doing to her? And then I remember her crying out, passionately, tossing her head back and forth, side to side…and then she came. She cried out so beautifully, so passionately. I wanted to kill her!”
I was stunned. My own heart now racing a thousand miles a second or so it seemed. And Sophia had suddenly grown stiff and rigid again, tense, and then she softened, her arms and limbs growing limp again.
“But then I saw him…saw his beautiful stiff cock. He moved up against her as she spread her legs for him. I saw him tease her with it, rubbing himself against her. Until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She reached down, grabbing him…grabbing his prick, feeding it to herself, and then he drove into me…fucking me, over and over. Feeding me his cock, his long stiff gorgeous cock.”
“Don’t you mean Cynthia?” I asked. “Wasn’t your brother fucking Cynthia?”
I saw the confused look come into her face, even in sleep with her eyes closed, eyelids fluttering as though having a RIM sleep, as though awake, aware. “Yes,” she finally sighed, relaxing once again. “He was fucking Cynthia, and not me. Not me…not me…”
“Ok, listen to me Sophia…listen to me. After that day in the barn, going forward in time…do you remember, did you soon lose your virginity?”
“Yes.”
“To Tom?”
“Yes. To Tom…not to Max. To Tom.”
“And where was this?”
“In his car…in the back seat of his car, at the fairgrounds.”
“Shit,” I once again said to myself. “Not a good place, certainly not the best place for anyone to lose their virginity! And certainly not to that asshole…the asshole she eventually married.
“And…how was it? Was it nice? Was it pleasurable? Or painful?” I felt I already knew the answer before she gave it.
“No…it hurts. It hurt a lot. I cried out, told him to stop…but he wouldn’t didn’t…wouldn’t wait for me to get used to it…just kept pushing, pushing, and then the pain. The searing pain!” Sophia was crying now.
“It’s ok honey…it’s ok, you can’t feel the pain any more…it’s gone, it’s now after that. You’re home alone again…relax, just relax, take a deep cleansing breath and relax.”
She did so, actually relaxing as I likewise took a deep breath of my own trying to calm my own heartbeat.
“So…did you try masturbating again after this?”
“Yes…but not for a while, not for many days. And then I did.”
“And did you…climax? Have an orgasm?”
“Oh yes…yes,” she smiled once again, her face taking on an entirely different look, though this time her hands came up, actually cupping and fondling her own breasts as she lay there contentedly, remembering and recalling the moment. I was so confused myself now, fearful on the one hand by what I had already learned.