A Leap of Faith
The brown-haired girl practically leapt from the truck. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I did that,” and the she gasped as she saw the way the back end of the car had caved in. “Oh my God,” she moaned.
“Relax,” said the matronly driver of the car the girl had just hit. “No one’s hurt.”
“For now that is, but when my dad finds out what happened, he’s going to fucking kill me.”
“I take it he’s a bit on the strict side,” the older woman said.
“He’s not that bad,” the brown-haired girl said, “but oh my God, when he sees this, oh my God, he’s going to totally freak out.”
“Perhaps you wouldn’t mind if I made a suggestion,” the other woman said.
“What?”
“Perhaps we can find some way that he won’t have to find out about what happened.”
“How?” the girl asked desperately.
“Perhaps we could find a way where you could get the damage fixed on your own and you could work it off without anyone telling anybody and your daddy would never have to know what you’d done.”
The brown-haired teen looked at the damage. “I don’t know,” she said. “There’s so much damage. What would I have to do?”
“You just leave that to me but if you put yourself in my hands, I think we can guarantee that you’ll have this paid off in no time at all.”
“You think so?” the girl asked dubiously.
“I know so, but look at you, child. You’re positively shaking. We need to get you somewhere where you can sit down and get your wits about you.”
The brown-haired girl shivered. “That would be nice,” she agreed.
“We can go to my place,” the elderly woman said.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, but first, let’s get your truck pulled over to the side of the road.”
“Why?”
“My dear, please. In the shape you’re in, you are in no shape to drive. Now you do what Monica says and we’ll have you fixed up in no time at all, okay?”
The brown-haired girl nodded. She was lucky, she told herself. If she had to hit somebody with her truck, she couldn’t have been more lucky than to run into someone as understanding as this.
Something was clearly wrong with her pick-up she thought as she pulled the truck over to the side of the road. It was making a weird sort of noise that couldn’t possibly be good and once more, the girl couldn’t help but feel like she was in way over her head.
But then there was the older woman welcoming her into her car almost as if the two of them were the best of friends and not as if they were two strangers who had literally bumped into each other minutes before.
“What’s your name, Honey?” the older woman asked as she pulled the car away from the curb.
“Oh,” the girl said. “It’s Faith.”
“Faith? That’s a very pretty name.”
“Thanks.”
“Yes, very quaint. I like it. It brings such lovely connotations to the mind.”
What was the other woman talking about, Faith wondered.
“Would you listen to me prattle on,” Monica said with a laugh. “You must be wondering what I’m talking about but it’s just that I like the old names. I like names that sound like something, you know?”
Faith nodded. She wasn’t sure she knew what the other woman was talking about but she certainly wasn’t going to call her on it.
It wasn’t long before Monica was pulling up at a lavish house. “Come on,” she told the girl.
“This is a nice place you have here,” Faith said as the other woman led her inside.
“You like it,” Monica said and Faith nodded. “Good,” Monica went on. “I’m glad.”
Monica led the younger woman into a kitchen nook. “You sit there,” she said. “I know just what you need.”
In the aftermath of the accident, Faith could feel the adrenaline leaching out of her body and suddenly, she just felt so weary. Why not, she told herself. Why not sit where she was told.
It wasn’t long before Monica was back with two steaming mugs. “Careful now. It’s hot.”
“What is it?” Faith asked wearily.
“Tea. It’s just the thing for frazzled nerves.”
Faith was hardly a tea drinker. Coffee was more her style. Still, as helpful and understanding as Monica had been, there was no way she was going to tell the woman that so she took a sip from the cup of tea.
“How is it?” the older woman asked.
“It’s good.”
“Yes it is, isn’t it?”
Faith nodded as she drank more of the tea. It certainly was calming, she told herself. It certainly was relaxing.
Her head suddenly snapped up. What was she doing, she told herself. She was falling asleep.
Not falling, she corrected herself. Fallen. The tea was certainly relaxing.
“Now as we agreed,” Monica was saying, “you’ll take my car. You can make up some excuse as to why you aren’t driving your truck, can’t you?”
When had they agreed that, Faith wondered and yet even as she was wondering it, she found herself agreeing with what Monica was saying. After all, it did sound right.
“And you can come back here tomorrow and by that time, I’ll have your truck repaired for you.”
Faith nodded.
“And your father will be none the wiser about what happened.”
Faith nodded again.
“And after that, we can see about how you can pay me back.”
Again, Faith nodded.
Monica dangled her keys in front of the girl. “So we’re agreed then.”
Faith nodded as she reached out to take the keys. It really wasn’t a question, she told herself. Of course, they were agreed and of course, she would be back. There wasn’t a doubt of that in her mind.
Her father wasn’t at all happy to see his daughter driving something other than her own vehicle. “Where’s the truck?” he demanded.
“I loaned it to a friend,” Faith lied.
“What friend?”
“Bobby.”
“Bobby who?”
“Bobby Jacobsen.”
“Never heard of him. Why the hell did you loan him your truck?”
It was amazing how easy the lies kept coming to her, Faith thought. Any time now, she was bound to trip up and yet the lies kept coming. “He was picking up some risers for the dance on Friday,” she said.
“What dance?”
“The dance on Friday.”
“Why couldn’t he have picked them up on his own?”
“His car wasn’t big enough.”
“His car wasn’t big enough?”
“That’s his car out there.”
Daddy went to the window and looked outside before he turned back around. “God damn it, Faith. Your car’s not a toy.”
“I know that, Daddy.”
“Are you sure?” her father asked.
“Of course.”
Her father just looked at her sternly before he finally relented. “Okay, I want you to get the truck back from that Bobby what’s-his-name tomorrow,” he said finally, “and from now on, no more loaning it out. You got that?”
“I got it, Daddy.”
Her father looked at her sternly but when he was finally sure that she really did understand her, he just gave her a curt nod before walking away.
The next night, she was headed out when her father stopped her. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go see my friends.”
“Is your homework done?”
“Daddy, of course.”
“Well all right,” he allowed grudgingly. “You can go.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
Faith drove straight over to Monica’s house. She never questioned why she was doing what she was doing. She just knew it was the right thing to do and when she got there, there was her truck parked right out in front and as far as Faith could tell, it looked as good as new.
“Welcome, child,” said the older woman after Faith had arrived. “It’s so good to see you again.”
“I said I’d come back,” Faith said.
“Yes I know, but so many people, they say they’re going to do something and then they just never get around to doing it.”
“Well, that’s not me.”
“I never said it was, child. I never said it was. So are you ready to start paying me back the money you owe me.”
“Sure. I’ll do what I can but I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to earn.”
“Oh my dear. I think you don’t give yourself enough credit. I think you’ll be earning some big dollars in no time at all.”
Faith was hardly as sure of that as Monica was but she was willing to do whatever it took to pay the other woman back. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“I want you to fuck, of course.”
“What?”
“I want you to fuck.”
“I ... I ... I didn’t know that was what you wanted,” Faith stammered.
“Oh come now. No need to play so innocent. I think you knew exactly what I wanted.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did say you’d do anything,” the older woman reminded her.
“Yeah, but—”
Monica shook her head. “It’s my fault really. I can see that now. You just don’t have it in you. I thought you did but I guess I was wrong.”
Faith could feel herself being a little more relieved. She still couldn’t imagine just where the other woman had come up with that idea, but still ...
“Perhaps I can make it up to you, this mistake on my part,” the other woman said. “I just figured that you and I could work together but I see now that I was wrong, but when I thought we could work together, I got something for you. Now though, I’d like you to have it, as an apology of sorts for my misunderstanding.”
“You don’t have to do that,” the girl said.
“I know I don’t have to do it, but I want to do it. Please let me give you my gift.”
“Um, okay.” Actually, Faith thought, it was kind of weird, but if the older woman wanted to give her something, who was she to say no. “What’d you get for me?”
The older woman produced a jewelry box. “I got you this,” she said.
Faith looked at the box. “You shouldn’t have,” she said even though she was dying to know what was inside.
“I wanted to and besides, I can afford it.”
“Should I open it?”
“Of course. You’re not going to be able to see what’s inside if you don’t open it.”
Faith opened the box to find a chain with a gold cross on it. “It’s a cross,” she said.
“I know,” Monica said. “I figured with your name, it was the perfect gift.”
It really wasn’t, Faith thought. Her family was Methodist so a cross was fine but it wasn’t like she really considered herself all that religious. “Um, thanks,” she said.
“Aren’t you going to put it on?”
Faith didn’t really want to offend the other woman so she took the chain out of the box and she slipped it around her neck and Monica held a mirror up for her so that she could see it.
“Here you go,” she said.
Faith looked at the way the golden cross sparkled upon her skin. It was perfect, the Catholic schoolgirl thought. It was such a perfect representation of what her faith meant to her.
“How do you feel?” Monica asked.
“Feel?”
“About coming here tonight? Are you ready? Are you excited?”
“Am I what?”
“Are you ready? I mean, I know you’ve never done this before but are you ready?”
It was weird, Faith thought. On the one hand, she was sure she had no idea just what the heck the other woman was talking about and on the other hand, she couldn’t help but think that yes was the right answer.
“But you’re not quite ready yet, are you?”
“I’m not?”
Monica shook her head. “You’re hardly dressed the way you’re supposed to be.”
“How am I supposed to be dressed?” Faith asked.
Monica handed her some clothes. “Why don’t you put these on and you’ll see.”
Faith soon saw what the clothes were and she soon saw that by the time she was done, she’d be dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform with a white blouse and a pleated skirt and white knee-high socks.
“Now you understand how this is going to work, don’t you? You’re going to wait in your room and I’m going to send the men to you and don’t you worry about collecting the money or anything like that because I will have already taken care of that for you.”
Faith nodded.
“All you have to do is sit back and enjoy.”
Faith nodded again. God, she was so horny and it was so hard being a girl in an all girls school. The nuns were always so strict and here she was eighteen and still a virgin, not that she really minded all that much. After all, she was a good girl and good girls like her saved themselves for marriage.
“Your room’s over here,” Monica said.
Faith nodded as she let herself be led into the room. It was a typical schoolgirl’s bedroom and even though she’d never been there before, there was something about the bedroom that made her feel right at home.
“Now remember, you just wait for me to send a guy to you. Can you do that?”
Faith nodded. She could do that and after Monica had closed the door behind her, Faith went and took a seat on the bed. She wasn’t sure how long she was going to have to wait but she knew she couldn’t wait for whatever it was that was going to happen next.
It turned out she didn’t have long to wait because in no time at all, there came a knock at her door.
“Yes?” she called out. “Come in.”
The door opened and a middle-aged man stepped into her room. He had dark hair and a light shirt. “Hi,” he said almost nervously. “Is this the right place?”
“I don’t know. What are you looking for?”
“I was looking for Faith,” the man said hesitantly.
“That’s me.”
“Miss Monica said you were a little Catholic school girl who didn’t know anything about sex.”
“Mm hmm.”
“And you go to an all girls school?”
“Well you know how it is. Mommy and daddy want me to have a good education,” Faith said, “but the more they try to keep me away from boys, the more I want them. You know what I mean?”
The man nodded. “I suppose so.”
“And sometimes, I get so wet but there’s only me and my girlfriends to talk to when what I really want is a man. You know what I mean?”
Again the man nodded.
“Are you going to tell me what to do?”
Again, the man nodded.
“Good, ‘cause I can tell you, what I really need is a man to tell me what to do. Can you do that? Can you tell me what to do?”
The man nodded one more time,
“Good. Then I can totally tell that you’re the right man for me.”
“You can, can you?”
The girl nodded. “In fact, I can’t wait to see what you want me to do first.”
“I think I’d like to see you take off your top first.”
“Of course,” Faith said and with that, she unbuttoned her top. “What do you want me to do next?”
“Mmm. How about you take off your skirt next?”
“Whatever you say,” Faith said and she removed her skirt.
There wasn’t any doubt that the man was getting turned on watching Faith do what she was doing. “Now how about the panties.”
“What about them?
“I want you to take them off for me. Can you do that?”
“Okay.”
“Well now,” the man said. “Would you look at you. You’re so cute.”
“Thank you,” the girl said demurely.
“Don’t thank me,” the man said. “It’s the honest to goodness truth.”
“Now I understand you’re a virgin?”
“Uh huh.”
“Miss Monica said you were looking for a man who could teach you about sex.”
“I sure am, Mister. Can you help me?”
“I think maybe I can but first I need you to lay back on the bed.”
“You mean like this, Mister?”
“Yeah, I mean like that,” the man said as he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, “but can you spread your legs for me?”
“What you mean like this?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned. “I mean like that.”
“Wow,” the girl gushed.
“What?”
“You got a really big cock. I mean, I’ve never seen one before, but it looks really big to me.”
“You think so?”
“Yes I do.”
“Then I think maybe we should try it out in that tight, little pussy of yours.”
Faith could only moan as the man mounted the bed and then he was pushing his way inside her pussy. “Oh wow,” she moaned. “Oh yeah, Mister. Oh wow.”
The man was thinking pretty much the same thing. Oh wow, he thought. “You like this?”
“Mm hmm. Me and the girls at school, we ... we talk about this all the time.”
“You do, do ya?” the man asked even as he continued to drive his cock in that pussy.
“Oh yeah. Oh wow. The nuns are so strict but we keep talking about ... you know, about who’s going to be first. I guess that’s going to be me.”
“I guess so.”
“Oh my God.”
“What?”
“My pussy,” Faith said even as her fingers rubbed her clit.
“What about it?”
“It’s going to ... to ...”
“To what?”
“I’m going to ... to ... oh my God, I’m going to cum,” and then the girl screamed out as her pussy did exactly that and the man groaned as his cock came.
“Oh wow, Mister,” Faith gushed when it was all done. “Look at you. You filled me up so good.”
“You liked it?”
“I loved it but Mister?”
“Yes?”
“Can you come back and see me real soon?”
“Sure. Anything you want,” the man said.
It happened as soon as the door closed behind the man when he left. Suddenly, Faith realized what she’d done. She’d just let some guy, some stranger fuck her, and what the heck was all that crap about being a virgin Catholic school girl. Except for being a Senior in high school, she was none of those things. What the hell had she been thinking?
It had to do with that woman, Monica. It just had to, she told herself. She had to get out of there and she’d figure out some way to tell daddy about the accident.
She went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Where were her clothes, she wondered. All she had left now was the schoolgirl uniform that she’d been given before.
Well, it would have to do, she told herself. It would have to do because she had to get out of there.
She stood looking in the mirror and she fingered the cross around her neck.
She loved being a Catholic school girl, she told herself. She loved being so innocent. Well, maybe not that innocent, she thought. After all, her and her friends talked about sex all the time but it wasn’t like she’d ever done anything. She liked being a virgin.
There was a knock on her door and Faith came out of the bathroom. “Come in,” she said.
The door opened and there was a man standing there. “Are you Faith?” the man asked.
“That’s me.”
“Miss Monica said you were a virgin.”
“I am.”
“She said you needed to learn about sex.”
“I do.”
“I think I can help.”
It was a couple of hours later when Faith came bouncing out of her room. “Where are you going?” Monica demanded.
“I have to go home.”
“Why?”
“It’s because of my curfew.”
“Your what?”
“My curfew. I have to be in by midnight.”
“Who says?”
“Daddy says.”
Monica just looked at the girl and then she seemed to come to a decision. “All right then, go, but from now on, when you tell your parents you’re going out, I want you to tell them you’re going to a sleepover at Monica’s, okay?”
Faith nodded. There wasn’t going t be a next time of course, but she didn’t have to tell Monica that.
“All right then.” Monica handed the girl the keys to her truck. “You did good tonight so I guess you’ve earned these. Now get out of here.”
It was weird, Faith thought as she drove home. Really, she had no idea what had come over her. Of course, she could remember it now but why the hell had she been acting the way she’d been acting. She wasn’t Catholic and while she might not have had a lot of boyfriends, she wasn’t exactly a virgin either.
Well, to be honest, she thought, she was even less of a virgin now but why had she even been trying to pass herself off that way. For the life of her, it was just beyond her.
Still, she was at a loss to explain just why it was that she’d done what she’d done.
Her father looked up when Faith came into the house. “You’re home late,” he said.
“I’m home on time,” Faith said.
“I know. Just barely though.”
“Daddy.”
“What?”
“You can’t set a curfew and then change the rules later. I’m home on time.”
“I can do anything I want to,” the man said. “I am your father.”
“God, Daddy. It’s like you don’t trust me,” Faith said and then she remembered what she’d done earlier that evening and she couldn’t help thinking that maybe her father had reason not to trust her.
“It’s just that I’m worried about you, Honey.”
“Daddy, come on. You don’t have to be,” Faith said. “I’m home on time.”
“I know you are,” her father said. “I know you are but it’s my job to worry so I’m going to keep on doing it and there’s not a damned thing that you can do to keep me from worrying about you.”
Faith kissed her dad on the cheek. “I know, Dad,” she said, “and it’s sweet and all that, but really, I can take care of myself.”
The next morning when Faith woke up, she found herself looking once more at the cross around her neck and her fingers seemed to be almost magically drawn to the cross.
God, she was such an innocent, she thought as she fingered the cross. She didn’t know anything about anything. What she really needed was someone who could teach her what it meant to be a woman.
Faith shook her head. What the heck was she thinking, she told herself. That wasn’t the way it was at all.
“Faith,” the girl heard her mother call. “Faith, are you still up there. You’re going to be late for school if you don’t get moving.”
“I’m coming, Mom,” the teen said as she picked up her book bag and then raced for the stairs.
School was school. There were classes she liked and classes she didn’t but the fact of the matter was that when she was there, she didn’t think at all about what she’d done the night before and even when one of her friends had asked her about what she’d done, she quickly changed the topic and then she never thought about it again.
After school, she went to the mall with some of her friends but she was home in time for dinner. “How was school today?” her mother asked.
“It was good,” Faith said in a conversation that had played out at so many dinners before.
“Anything interesting happen?”
“Sally Jenkins threw up in the cafeteria.”
“That’s interesting.”
“Not really. She was just trying to get out of class.”
“Why?”
“We had a test right after lunch. She figured if she was sick, she wouldn’t have to take it.”
“Oh. So did it work?”
“Sort of but she had to spend the rest of the afternoon in the nurse’s office.”
“I see.”
“And she’s got to take a make-up test tomorrow so all she really bough herself was a 24-hour reprieve.”
“I see.”
The dinner went on and when it was done, Faith went up to her bedroom to work on her homework but she was getting fidgety. She wasn’t sure why but she just knew there was somewhere else she had to be.
Nonsense, she told herself. It was a school night and what she really needed was to do her homework and for the time being, that seemed to satisfy her but then she was fidgeting again. She wasn’t supposed to be here, she told herself.
That was silly, she told herself. Where was she supposed to be if she wasn’t supposed to be here?
But she just couldn’t help herself. She just had to go out for a bit, she told herself. She’d go out and blow off a little steam and then she’d come back all ready to finish up her homework.
“Where are you going?” her father demanded when Faith made her way to the door.
“I’m going to a sleepover at Monica’s,” Faith told her father even though the teen knew there was almost zero chance that her father was going to agree to that. Still, it was what she’d been told to do so she said what she was supposed to say and she waited to see what her father was going to say next.
Her father picked up the remote and he muted the TV. “Well now, is that a fact?”
Faith nodded.
“You’re sure that’s all you’re going to do. No boys, right?”
Faith shook her head.
“Well all right then. I suppose we can let you go just as long as you promise that that there’s not going to be any boys.”
“Go where,” her mother said as she stepped out of the kitchen.
“Faith here is going to a sleepover over at Monica’s.”
“I do so like that girl,” her mother said.
“And she’s promised me that there’s not going to be any boys. Isn’t that right, honey?”
Faith nodded.
“All right then you can go.”
Faith couldn’t help but wonder just what the heck that had all been about. Surely, her parents couldn’t be talking about the same woman that she was going to go see and yet for the life of her, she couldn’t think about anyone else that it could have been because as far as she could remember, she didn’t know anyone else who was even named Monica.
“Faith, you’re back.”
The brown-haired girl nodded.
“And I take it your parents didn’t give you any problems about coming over here?”
Faith shook her head.
“No, I didn’t think they would after I had my little chat with them. Well now we know. If you want to come over here and spend the night at my place, just tell your parents that you’re coming over here for a sleepover and they’ll always say yes, okay?”
Faith nodded.
“I think you know where you need to go.”
Faith nodded again.
“Good then. I’ll let you get ready.”
Faith stepped into her bedroom. She never even questioned the fact that this was in fact her bedroom because of course, it was her bedroom. That other room, the one that was back at her parent’s house, yeah, she sometimes slept there but that wasn’t really her bedroom.
Her schoolgirl’s uniform was laid out for her on her bed. There was of course never any question that it was hers because of course it was in her bedroom so who else’s could it have been. She just wondered why it was that she hadn’t put it on in the first place.
But never mind, the girl thought. That was easily remedied and with that, she slipped out of her street clothes and into the clothes laid out in front of her, the blouse, the skirt, the knee high socks. She looked at herself in the mirror and she smiled. It felt so good to finally be properly attired.
Once more, her necklace caught her eye and she fingered the little gold cross. She was such a good girl. It felt so good to be good, she told herself, but sometimes, sometimes she wished she could be bad. She wondered what it would be like to be with a man. It was one of the things she and her girlfriends talked about at school. In fact, it seemed as if they talked about it all the time.
She fingered the cross even harder. Those were probably bad thoughts to have, she told herself. They probably were even more bad for a good girl like her but she couldn’t help herself. It just made her so excited to have those thoughts.
She plopped herself down on the bed and she picked up the teddy bear that she found there and even though she’d never seen the bear before, she knew exactly what his name was. “What do you think, Roscoe? Do you think it would be exciting to know what a man felt like?”
She paused as if listening to the bear’s response.
“I know, Roscoe,” she said. “I know. That’s what I want, too.”
Almost as if on cue, there was a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in,” she called out.
The door opened and a man stepped inside. He was wearing a jacket and tie so that meant he had to be important, Faith thought. “Is your name Faith?” the man asked.
“It sure is, and you are?”
“My name’s not important,” the man said, “but what is important is that Miss Monica said you were in here looking for a friend.”
“I am?”
“Aren’t you?”
He was old enough to be her dad but suddenly, that was okay. He was, after all, a man, and she liked doing what men told her to do because men were so big and strong. “Yes, I want a friend.”
“I thought you might and I think I’ve got something else that you might want to see.”
“What’s that?”
The man was opening his pants and then he was taking down his underwear and his hand slowly stroked his cock. “What I’ve got is this.”
“Oh my God, Mister,” Faith gushed. “Oh my God. That’s so big.”
“Have you ever seen one of these before?”
Faith shook her head. “No, never.”
“Then I guess it means you’ve never sucked on one before.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Would you like to learn how?”
“Learn how?”
“Would you like to suck my cock?”
Oh my God, Faith thought. That couldn’t possibly be something that good girls like her did but it was just ... well, now that he’d said it, she was kind of wondering what it would be like. “How do I do it?” she asked.
“Well there are a lot of ways to do it,” the man said, “but I’ll show you what I like the best and you can see how you like it. Now, first, I’m going to sit here on the bed and now I want you to slide in between my legs.
Oh my God, the girl thought. Oh my God.
“Now you wrap your fingers around it and you stroke it ... oh yeah, stroke it like that. That’s it. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“Nuh uh.”
“Okay. Now you just let your mouth slide down and you take my cock into your mouth.”
Again, Faith did as she was told and she listened to the man groan as she took his cock into her mouth. Was he doing all right, she wondered. He was groaning but he certainly didn’t seem to be in pain. In fact, he actually kind of seemed to like it.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again. “Oh fuck. What’s your name again?”
“It’s Faith.”
“Well, Faith, I think you’re ready for the next step. What do you think?”
“What do I have to do?”
“Not much. It’s pretty easy actually.”
“Okay, I guess I’m ready then.”
“Okay, the first thing you have to do is unbutton your top.”
“You mean like this, Mister?”
“Yeah, I mean like that. Now, I want you to take off your panties.”
“Why?”
You’ll see. It’s part of the next step but don’t worry. You’ll like it.”
“Okay,” the girl said dubiously. “Now what?”
“Now I want you to take my cock and I want you to put it in your pussy.”
“You mean like this?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned. “I mean like that.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “I’m great but you need to keep riding that cock.”
“This is kind of fun, Mister, and it feels ... it feels really good.”
“I’ll bet it does and you know what?”
“What?”
“You keep doing that and pretty quickly, it’s going to get a whole lot better.”
“Really?”
“Yeah really,” the man said.
“I can’t wait,” the girl gushed as her pussy rode his cock even harder.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again and he groaned once more as his cock came in the girl’s pussy.
“Am I doing it right?” Faith asked even as the man’s cock continued to fill her up.
“Oh yeah,” the man said. “You’re doing great. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“I’m sure I would have remembered if I’d ever done this before,” Faith said.
The man was only the first man that Faith saw that night but he was hardly the last and as the evening wore on, Monica came to see the girl. “You’ve been doing a very good job here,” the older woman told her. “At the rate you’re going, you’ll have the damage to both our cars paid off in no time at all and then you can go back to your old life, that is, if you want to, but don’t you have a curfew or something or some reason why you have to leave?”
Faith shook her head. “I told my parents I was going to a sleepover. Remember? That’s what you told me I was supposed to say.”
“That’s a good girl. I’ve got one more surprise for you then but first, you need to get ready for bed.”
“A-ah.”
“No arguing. Tomorrow’s a school day and we can’t have a good girl like you going to school tired now, can we?”
“No.”
“So go get ready for bed. I think you know where your pajamas are.”
Of course she knew where her pajamas were and she was ready for bed in no time at all and as she sat there on her bed, she fingered her cross. She was lucky, she told herself. She was lucky that she was such a good girl. She was lucky that she’d remained a virgin unlike some of her friends.
The door to her room opened and not one but two swarthy looking men entered. “Who are you?” a wide-eyed Faith asked.
“Miss Monica said we should come and tuck you in,” said the one with a beard.
“Oh, I guess that’s okay then,” Faith said.
“I see you’re ready for bed, the second man said.
“Uh huh.”
“I suppose we should get ready, too.”
“What?”
“We should get ready, too,” the man said.
“Oh, um, okay.” Faith couldn’t help but notice that the men were taking off their clothes. “Um, do you have pajamas?” she asked.
“We don’t need pajamas,” the first man said.
Faith couldn’t help but look at their cocks. They were so big, the teen told herself and she might have been more nervous if it weren’t for the fact that Monica had told them to come here. If Monica said it was okay, then it had to be okay.
“Let’s get you tucked in bed,” the second man said.
That made sense, Faith thought until it became clear that the men were going to get into bed with her. Still, if Monica said it was okay, the teen told herself, then it had to be okay.
One of the men was facing her and he was trying to kiss her and in spite of her trying to be a good girl, Faith found herself kissing the man back and all the while, she could feel his friend behind her and his hands were all over her and every time she thought maybe she should tell the other man to stop, his friend would kiss her again.
The man behind her was sliding her silky pajama bottoms down past her butt and that was when Faith was sure that enough was enough. She was going to have to tell the man to stop except that he was trying to slide his hand between her legs and suddenly, Faith found herself opening her legs.
And besides, there was his friend still kissing her and how the heck had her top come to be unbuttoned?
And all the while, there was the guy with his hand on her bottom and okay, it did feel kind of good when he did that as long as he didn’t try and go too far.
But then there was the guy in front of her and suddenly, she realized he had his hands on her breasts and in spite of herself, Faith knew it felt good so when he tried to kiss her, she not only let him but she also kissed him back.
Mmm but that hand on her butt. Damn it. That hand was making her so hot and when those fingers found their way to her pussy, she knew there was no way to hide just how excited this was making her.
And did she really want to hide it anyway. The man in front of her was kissing her and her hand just seemed to naturally find its way to his cock but it wasn’t her fault. After all, she had to have something to do with her hands and after all, the men had taken their clothes off all by themselves so where else was she supposed to put her hands.
And that’s when she felt the man behind her and it wasn’t his hands she had to worry about anymore. No, what she had to worry about was already pushing its way into her pussy and she couldn’t help but open her legs even wider to give him even more access to her pussy.
And still the man in front of her was kissing her and now she was kissing him back harder and harder. She loved the way his hands pawed her breasts and she couldn’t help but stroke his cock even harder.
The man behind her was groaning louder as he fucked her harder and Faith couldn’t help but feel her pussy responding with even greater fervor than it had before. “Fuck,” the man groaned. “Fuck.”
She kept stroking the cock in front of her and the harder she stroked him, the more he kissed her and the more he mauled her breasts.
“Oh fuck,” the man behind her groaned and that’s when she realized that he’d pulled out of her at the last moment and he was cumming all over her cute, little bottom and even as he was doing that, his friend was letting loose himself, squirting his load all over her hands.
Faith was sure that they weren’t done with her and that by the time they were done with her, the three of them were going to be so tired that they’d sleep very well that night.
It might have all started with a fender bender and with a teenager trying to hide what she’d done from her father but in time, even if she couldn’t ever remember having sex, what she’d done and the life she’d come to lead became so normal to Faith that she couldn’t imagine living it any other way and all it took for that to happen was a leap of Faith.