My downward spiral to a becoming a slut. Chapter 2

When I woke the next morning it didn’t take long for me to remember what I had seen. Then I remembered my 10 o’clock meeting and tried to decide what to do. Should I try to forget him, to never talk to him again, or should I go over there and give him a piece of my mind. This was my dilemma.

I finally made my decision and decided to go over there and give him a piece of my mind. I headed over there and got there right before 10 AM, more by accident then intention. He was standing there waiting and I couldn’t believe his nerve as he was holding one of the bikinis. “Are you out of your mind, I came here to tell you what an ass you are,” I yelled almost at the top of my lungs. Growing up our parents had told us that a lady does not swear like a sailor. They even went to the trouble to play a few videos of female comedians swearing and they were right it just looked trashy. I think after that lesson, I had only on two occasions ever even used bad words, but this time, I was more mad then I had ever been and it seemed fitting to call him an ass. “What are you flipping out about,” he asked me like he didn’t even know, “Come on put this on or go home.” I couldn’t believe his nerve he actually thought I would put that on and actually thought I had any desire to stay there. “Your crazy, I’m not putting that on, I. . . I cant believe you actually said. . . the L word to me,” I blurted struggling to hold back tears. “I do love you baby,” he said looking into my eyes, “I’m not sure what the problem is now come on put this on.” I took the bikini from his hand and threw it on the floor shouting back at him, “You. . . you have a girl friend.” He looked into my eyes again thinking and then asked, “Sara? You didn’t know about Sara? I have been with her for almost a year and a half. What’s that got to do with us?” “You told me you love me. How can you love ME and have a girl friend. I don’t know what you call love but you cant love one girl and be a boy friend to another,” I protested now crying unable to hold back my hurt and anger. “You’re not ready for sex yet Tori. Your just a freshman, Sara is a junior and we’ve had sex lots of times,” he said matter of factly like it wasn’t really even a big deal. He continued, “I do love you Tori. And like I told you, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Now come on stop being silly, put this on.” He walked over to where I had thrown the bikini picked it up and walked back to me.

“I. . . cant be in love with a guy who has another girl friend. I wanted to be your girl friend, I said pulling myself together a little bit. “What do you want me to do,” he asked, “Do you want me to break up with her. To be exclusive with you?” I looked at him stunned surprised he really thought he needed to ask that, “Yes. . .I . . . would think that’s what the words I love you would mean to you, being exclusive.”

He stood there for what seemed like a whole minute starring at me still holding the stupid bikini before he replied, “Okay. . . Okay, I’m willing to do that but. . . I need you to understand some things if you are going to be my girl friend. I am a jock, a star jock, this is going to be my senior year and a very important year for me. I have to earn a college scholarship and I have to maintain an image. And Tori, I can have any girl in school I want. . . . If you really want to be my girl friend you have to understand what that really means. You have to be willing to do anything for me. Anything I ask. Ever, no matter what. I can respect that you’re not ready yet for sex but that will have to change soon, okay?”

I stood there looking at him thinking about what he said still feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Before I could respond he continued, “I really have fallen in love with you and I’ve enjoyed every minutes we’ve spent together but if you expect me to break up with my girl friend, a varsity cheer leader and to be exclusive with you, you have to understand what your asking me to sacrifice. I expect you to be willing to do anything I want, without exception or hesitation.” I have to admit I had not thought about who he really was, how important his image was to him in the school. I mean this guy was expecting to get like a football scholarship to a big university. Like he said he probably could have almost any girl in the school he wanted. I was just going to be a freshman and he was a senior. “Are you sure this is really what you want, cause I will call Sara right now and break up with her. We can become exclusive, if that is really truly what you want. BUT you also have to accept the consequences and responsibilities of that desire.”

This time he left the conversation quiet and let me think. We just stood there a few minutes looking at each other and then to the ground. “Is that what you want,” he asked one more time? I nodded. With that he took my hand walked us into the house, up the stairs and to his room. He picked up the phone pulling me close to him. “Sara, hey, this is me,” he said into the phone as she answered and I could hear her voice. “I’m breaking up with you. There is someone else and I need a fresh start for my senior year.” I heard her stammer, and I have to admit it made me sick to my stomach to think how she must be feeling at the moment and I was the cause. “Okay,” I heard her respond her voice cracking as she said it and I heard her sniffle. “Sorry babe but I’m sure you’ll find someone else,” he finished, “Bye.” And with that he hung up the phone. He looked at me and lifted the bikini to me. I took it, said nothing undressed and put it on. No sooner then I had it on and he practically tackled me flopping us down onto his bed. He laid on top of me and kissed me hard. We laid there a while making out, my head spinning from all this.

We were there making out for a while when he pushed his hand into the top of the bikini bottoms. His fingers worked down to my private the place where no one was supposed to touch. Well except the guy you love, right? His fingers worked lower and lover onto my sex, feeling and rubbing over my tender sex. I was so scared I wanted to stop him but he just broke up with a junior for me, scratch that a girl who was going to become a senior and a varsity cheerleader. So I stayed quiet and let him feel me up. I had a moment of mistaken relief when he pulled his hand out, but he only did this long enough to untie the bikini bottom and then he put his hand right back there. He didn’t pull them away but it didn’t take long after he pushed his hand back there again before it was pulling from my body. “I love that you don’t have hair here, keep it like that, okay,” he asked of me. Then he worked his fingers over my sex over and over and it felt pretty good except for like everything with Scott he’s so aggressive. I did get wet and as soon as I felt the shame of his finger finding my wetness he started to work to push it inside me.

He kept rubbing and fingering me to where I was getting sore, but I couldn’t tell him this, I couldn’t stop him he’d get mad at me, and I thought about it and then began to understand it that women fake orgasm. I’m not sure how much of my movement and noises were from the feelings or from my efforts to make him think I was going to cum, but after a while when I was getting to where I didn’t think I could take it anymore I made high pitched noises more and more and more, until I arched and jerked and pretended to cum. My clit was truly feeling swollen and sore and I had to make it stop so I rolled away from him on my side quickly and pulled my legs to my chest. He cuddled to me and held me gently. “Good girl. Now doesn’t that feel awesome,” he said proud he’d brought me to climax, or so he thought. But I didn’t care, he had broken up with Sara and WE were boy friend girl friend, Exclusive.

“I’m hungry how bout you,” he asked sitting up on the bed. I was too and nodded. Like he seemed to do so often, he surprised me, picking up the skirt I had worn to his house. “Put this on, but no panties,” he instructed. I did what he asked and downstairs we went. His mom was in the kitchen and offered us lunch the minute we walked in. We chit chatted small talk with her and were standing side by side at the counter, when she was busy preparing the food he would reach under the skirt and rub my bare butt. I started to move away but he reached up and grabbed my waist hard and pulled me back hard up against him. Then his hand went back to my bare butt again. I was relieved as she finished preparing lunch and we went to the table to eat.

Right after lunch the door bell rang and he went to answer the door. It turned out to be Mike Scott’s best friend. Mike lived a couple blocks away so I knew him but not well. He was in the same grade as Scott. “Mike do you remember Tori,” he asked his best friend. Mike looked at me very unsure taking a while. “Isn’t your sister. . . Sherri,” he asked looking at me. I nodded. “I broke up with Sara today and Tori is my new bitch,” he told his best friend. I wasn’t sure what to think about that word but hey, these are guys. We headed out to the back yard and they got a football. They were throwing it back and forth and tossed it to me once in a while which I struggled to catch. It felt so weird being outside in a skirt and no panties, and worse running around for a football. After throwing the football around for quite a while we headed to the garage. I got nervous when I saw Scott close the garage door. He then walked over to a refrigerator I had not noticed before opening it. The fridge was full of beer. He pulled 3 of them out twisting off the top of one, handing it to Mike, a second to me doing the same and one for himself. He looked me in the face waiving two fingers and said, “Two drinks, okay?” Mike looked at him odd but Scott just smiled and said, “Watch.” I lifted the beer to my mouth and started to drink gulping beer down swallowing over and over. I swallowed 5 gulps before finally tilting the bottle back upright seeing I had drank just a little less then half the bottle. Scott tilted his beer and downed just a little more then half. “Okay finish,” he instructed me and reached gently lifting my beer up to my mouth. I did as I was told and gulped it down again. I tried to really focus and I was able to finish only leaving a little foam in the bottle. Mike giggled a little watching me finish off my beer. Then Scott surprised me as always reaching and taking the empty bottle from me but then handing me his beer and said one word, “finish.” I wanted to argue and protest but remembered our conversation that morning. I also felt embarrassed that he just commanded me to do something and there in front of Mike I did so. As I was considering what to do he gently took hold of the beer bringing it up to my mouth and I tilted it and downed the rest of his beer. They both snickered then Mike took his turn swigging his beer. He only managed to drink a good bit less then half. Then Scott reached over took his beer turned to me, holding it out to me and said, “Finish it off, okay.” He was looking at me sternly. I struggled to but did as I was told and drank down the remainder of Mike’s beer. Scott then went to the fridge and got out 3 more beers. Again he opened one handing it to Mike, set his down and opened the third. As he offered it to me he looked me in the eyes and said, “I want you to try to drink the whole beer at once okay?” I looked at him unsure but before I could protest he added, “Just try okay.” I nodded and took the beer and took a breath collecting myself. I tilted it up and started drinking downing a little less then ¾ before I couldn’t drink any more and turned the bottle upright. “Goooooood,” he complimented, “now finish it.” I did as I was told wiping my mouth with my hand after. He then opened his beer and drank down less then a quarter of it. Again Scott was able to surprise me when he placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me one of his one word commands, “Kneel.” I looked at him surprised and then looked at Mike to which he replied, “Its okay. . . Kneel.” I did as my boy friend asked and slowly lowered to my knees. Mike looked surprised but just smiled. Then Scott again held out his beer to me with a one word command, “Finish.” I looked at him perplexed not wanting to drink all that much but I felt his hand go to the bottle and push it to my lips. Up the bottled tipped and I started gulping it down. It was so much and I was struggling but his voice softly again said the command, “finish.” I didn’t have much choice as he held the bottle up and I gulped it down, unhappily. I hadn’t noticed that Mike was sipping his beer. He had managed to drink just a few sips and I followed Scott’s eyes to Mike’s beer. Scott then bent far over and kissed me deeply. As he did he stroked my hair softly. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I love you.” He then reached for the beer and Mike placed it in his hand. Scott then held it out to me with a one word command again, “Finish.” I looked at him frustrated, and starting to feel very full of beer, but he just looked back at me with a gentle smile and then again softly said the command, “Finish.” I took the beer, tipped it up and began to gulp down just a little less then a full bottle of beer.