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From: "Susie Shah" <andreahacker@lycos.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Moving to Dorm - By Andrea Hacker
Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2001 09:10:02 -0400
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It was really sweet of Ronald to drive me to the University.  He
is my Mom's firsy boyfriend since the divorce, and on the drive
down he told me a funny coincidence - that he used to go out with
a girl who went to my school.  I asked if that was back when he
was younger, but he said "It was about a year ago; she was just
about your age."  And I blurted "You mean you were dating someone
who was only 19 ?" And then he laughed and asked if that was OK
with me and then it made me feel so conventional that I laughed
too.

I thought Ronald would probably head back after he helped carry
my stuff up to my room, but he sat down on the bed and took his
jacket off, and started chatting.  And then he told me if I
needed someone to talk to, he was there for me.  Then for some
reason, I blurted out that sometimes I miss my Dad really bad,
and Ronald said he'd love to see a picture of him.  I sat down by
him and showed him my album, and then I cried a little bit, and
then he put his arms around me and hugged me and whispered that
he knew how hard my life had been lately, and that he wanted to
make it all better, and then he kissed me on my cheek.  Then he
gave me another hug and kissed me for a long time.  I knew it was
only his way of trying to comfort me, but at the same time I had
a funny feeling - like may be his concern for me was leading us
into a dangerous area.  But when I asked him if may be we were
doing something ill-advised, he said how about if I let him worry
about that, and started squeezing and kissing me some more.

I could feel his hand reaching under my skirt and caressing me
through my panties.  And then I could feel him pushing my panties
aside so he could touch me right on my pussy, and he said, "I was
just tring to remember that you might be my step daughter some
day, but it is just not working."  And then he started slipping
my clothes off and softly kissing me all over while I felt myself
surrender to him.

Ronald got on top of me, and I heard the sound of his zipper and
felt his hard penis trying to push its way inside me, and when I
let out a cry of pain he stopped and said, "Wait, are you a
virgin ?".  I felt so embarrassed, but he seemed totally
accepting of it.  He told me to go get some hand cream, and then
he began to spread it on my pussy, pushing his finger in and out
while he stared into my eyes.  Then he put more lotion on his
penis and began to painfully squeeze himself inside me.

He kept telling me how tight my virgin pussy felt, and how much
he was going to love having his penis in it.  He kept looking
into my eyes and kept talking about my "virgin pussy" over and
over while he thrust himself into me, and in a weird way it was
as if he was somehow punishing me but at the same time trying to
comfort me. 

Every so often, Ronald would stop for a moment, and then start
back up thrusting himself into me, stopping and starting, over
and over, kissing me and stroking my breasts, thrusting himself
harder.  And it is kind of hard to explain, but then in a way,
that felt kind of inevitable I could feel him spasming inside me
and suddenly I felt like I was wetting myself, and a couple of
minutes later he got off me and said that I defintely was not a
virgin anymore.

Afterwards, Ronald said he loves me in a very special way, but
that we better not tell my mom, because she might not understand,
with the generation gap and all, and I felt so relieved that he
felt that way about it, too.

Ronald promised to visit me every month to make sure I was
adjusting well to living in a Dorm and not to hesitate calling
him if I need anything.

I thanked him and waved as he drove off and I ran back up the
stairs to my room to start unpacking.





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