Findings- Chapter 1

The lights from the rides and the cheers from the riders echoed and bounced off the night’s air. It was a warm summer’s night with nothing but festivities and fun all about. No one worried about work in the morning, the children most definitely cared little about the next day due to summer’s vacation. All they cared about was how many rides they could ride without bringing up all their cotton candy, candy apples, pizzas and sodas. Clean family fun was celebrated that Fourth of July.

As the night drew on and the grand finally drew near, every gleeful eye was cast up at the star filled sky awaiting the fireworks. Every year it was a sight to behold, never ceasing to amaze the town’s folk. Blankets and folding chairs were positioned for a good view. There wasn’t one eye that didn’t watch…

Except for two. Hurried breaths and sweet caresses were all that Darla anticipated as Jerry rained kisses all over her body in the back of his jeep. The back seat was down and a blanket for padding laid out for her comfort.

"Darla baby…give me what I’ve been dying for all three years of high school." He whispered into her ear as he cupped her breast. She was too far aroused to not yield to those words. She had played slick and tease with Jerry for eight years, knowing that he wanted her in many ways. Jerry never shied to let Darla know that she was his wet dream at night. No, he loved watching her turn ten shades of pink with each word. Darla had refused him her body simply because Jerry was known about town to drop a few panties in his youthful days. Even when they were in high school, she knew he was sampling from every girl from the cheerleading team to the home economics club. She simply didn’t want to be on his list. But Jerry had calmed down, at least that’s what she had seen. All the while she gave him the run around, refusing even when he asked her on a date….but some how Jerry had won. She couldn’t resist the man anymore. And there he laid atop her, between her legs, fumbling to get her panties aside. She broke the hungry kiss he had trapped her mouth in and stopped him.

"Wait Jerry…please be gentle…I’ve never done this before." She panted and felt her body quake with arousal.

"Don’t worry baby Ill be gentle and you’ll love it." He promised, but when Jerry pushed just the tip of his shaft in Darla, she cried out in pain and asked him to slow down.

"Come on Darla, you love me right?’ He asked in obvious annoyance.

"Of course Jerry…but-"

"Then let me have you…please?" He pleaded and Darla found herself be spelled by those baby blues of Jerry’s. She was sure it would hurt but perhaps it would get better. So she nodded for him to go on and braced her self for the pain.

No matter how much she had braced herself, nothing could prepare Darla for the pain she felt next. Jerry, pushed her walls to the point of crumbling and entered her with out much care to her cries of pain. Darla felt her eyes sting with tears as her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

"Too hard Jerry.." She cried but he simply held her at the hips and drove himself deeper into her. Darla cried out again and pushed at his shoulders.

"Ow Jerry! Please stop or at least be gentle."

"Oh Darla I’ve waited so long for you. Give me all of you." He said, ignoring her cries again.

Darla knew only pain then. All feelings of want she had before that moment had drizzled away when Jerry had entered her. There was no way of stopping him. She’d heard rumors about once he started it was so hard to stop him. Why was she doing this then if there was so many rumors about him having so many other, why was she allowing him to take her virginity in the back of his jeep? Amazing how one could think clearly when they were no longer aroused. The thought never registered to her once his hands were under her skirt and his lips were glued to her neck.

The fire works had began and Darla found herself staring up at them blindly. She’d been lying motionless in the back of his jeep for so long. When Jerry had finished with her, he’d told her to clean up and lock the doors when she was done, but Darla couldn’t find and ounce of energy to do so. He’d left her there like she was apart of the interior of his car. Poor Darla could only feel used and scarred after her first time. She’d waited 23 years for that one traumatizing moment. It was then, as tears slid silently down the sides of her face, and she stared at the flashing lights of the fireworks, that she vowed to never have man again. If that was how making love was done. She wanted no part of it ever again….