Falling at the Johnson’s

Tasha was the most beautiful girl I had ever met. We became instant friends. We would talk at school, text until the wee hours of the night, and we spent every free minute together.

Tasha was an all-around athlete. Her father had been transferred to the power plant that sat on the outside of town. He was an engineer and worked long hours. Her mother had passed away from cancer three years prior to her moving to our town, so it was just her and her dad.

She had been an all-district hitter and outfielder in softball. She also ran cross country and soccer. She was eagerly welcomed to each of the respective teams at our school. She instantly moved up to be one of the most popular girls in the school. She was smart, athletic and beautiful, everything you would want in a woman.

Our relationship started as friends and quickly progressed to the point that everyone at the school, but us, considered us a couple. We hung out, but we had not ever held hands or touched each other in any special way.

Mrs. Johnson invited her and her dad to dinner one night. Her dad and Mr. Johnson hit it off instantly. They were both college football fans and soon the conversation turned to that. Tasha and I helped Mrs. Johnson in the kitchen. I had become a pretty good cook under the teachings of Mrs. Johnson, and I enjoyed it. The night was a big success.

Tasha was at my house the next day. We were in my room doing homework when the doorbell rang. We continued to do our homework as Mrs. Johnson answered the door. I heard her talking to a woman and the voice sounded familiar. I stopped what I was doing and listened closer. It was Mrs. Rich, my case worker.

After a few minutes of the ladies talking, Mrs. Johnson came to my door and asked if I could talk a minute. Tasha remained in my room while I went into the family room. Sure enough, there was Mrs. Rich sitting with her bag full of files, just as before.

“Albert, how are you doing? Mrs. Johnson has had nothing but praises on the arrangement we have. You seemed to have adjusted well to your new surroundings,” Mrs. Rich said as she looked over a file, my file.

I nodded and smiled.

“I wish my visit was all pleasure. Unfortunately we have some problematic things to discuss, do you mind sitting down?” She continued.

Mrs. Johnson held my hand as I sat on the sofa. I had a knot form in my stomach. I thought back to New Years night when I took advantage of a drunk and incapasitated Samantha. They had found out, they were going to move me again. I began to panic inside. I felt sweat begin to bead up on my head and neck.

“I will catch you up. The authorities found Mr. Benson in a cabin in the mountains. He and the girl he abducted had set up house there. They arrested Mr. Benson, and took Trudy into custody. The state has also decided to charge Mrs. Benson with statutory rape. She is very much pregnant with what seems to be your child,” she placed the file back in her bag.

“With all that being said, the Benson’s are facing some stiff charges. Mr. Benson has a list of charges as long as my arm, and Mrs. Benson isn’t too far behind him. So you and the other’s who had been under their care are being asked to give depositions on the events that happened on that farm. You, being a character witness, are going to be asked to testify in court for the state,” she took off her glasses, and took a deep breath.

“All you have to do is tell the truth. That is all. I will get the information to Mrs. Benson as soon as the dates are set. I will be at the deposition, and the trial as your representative. It is going to be a long process, but we will get through it. Do you have any questions?”

I thought for a minute, “How is Trudy, Tommy and Heather? I have not seen or heard from them since we were split up.”

“I am sorry Albert, but I can not reveal that information to you. It would violate the federal privacy act,” she replied without taking an ounce of consideration. “If you do not have any other questions, I have to run. I will forward you the dates as soon as I get them.”

She stood up and headed for the door. Mrs. Johnson followed and walked her out. I just sat there in a trance. I thought all of the Farm stuff was out of my life. I rarely even thought about it anymore. Why were they going to make me relive it all?

Mrs. Johnson came back into the family room and assured me that everything was going to be okay. I got up and went back to my room. Tasha looked at me with a caring look as I sat on the bed beside her.

“I am sorry Albert,” she laid her head on my shoulder and placed her hand on my leg. “I was going to the kitchen to get something to drink and heard what that lady said. I am here if you need to talk.”

“You really do not want to know the details,” I responded while staring out of the window.

“Yes I do, I care about you Albert, please talk to me. Tell me what that lady was talking about.”

“Your feelings for me will change, you will think I am some sort of a monster.”

“No, I will not Albert. Nothing in your past will ever change my feelings. Your past helped to make you the person you are today. The person that I care about. You can not change the past so anyone that faults you for your past, never care about you to begin with.”

For the next forty-five minutes I told her everything. I told her of the bath time masturbation sections, I told her about the weekend sexcapades that we had. I told her how Mrs. Benson had seduced me in the barn that rainy day and how she had gotten pregnant from it. I described to her in detail the last two days I spent with Heather and how we had had sex numerous times while waiting for the state to come. I even spilled my guts about the night I fucked Dana and how I felt so bad about being used.

I stopped with that. I could not tell her about New Years night with Samantha. I was too ashamed to spill how I had taken advantage of her. I had not found it in my heart to forgive myself and I didn’t think she would either, no matter how understanding she was.

When I was done, I continued to stare out of the window. Tasha sat in silence. I was too ashamed and embarrassed to look at her. I felt the bed lift as she stood up. I could hear her pacing at the foot of the bed. I still could not bring myself to look her way.

She finally walked in front of me. My eyes could not look into hers. She squatted in front of me and just looked at me. She placed her hands on my knees. I finally looked down at her. Her blue eyes were filled with tears and she had a streak in her makeup that the tears had washed away.

“Albert, I am so sorry that you had to go through all that. I am sorry that I asked you to relive it,” she stood and stepped closer and pulled my head into her stomach.

Her fingers slowly stroked my hair. She smelled amazing. If I had not been on a pity party, I am sure I would have thought of something sexual being in that position. I didn’t though. I didn’t even get hard as I was being held by the most beautiful girl I knew.

Tasha was true to her word. She treated me the same way she had before she knew about my past. Actually, she showed me a little more attention and was more flirty than before. She would make a sexual connection to almost everything we talked about. She even flashed her ass at me one day after I commented on how her new leggings looked on it.

Tasha stayed at our house.