DESPERATE GIRL

Teen sex  * a cautionary tale for girls 

    I’ve always felt guilty about Dawn. She was the only girl I ever really took advantage of. Looking back she was desperate for someone to love her and I used that just to get into her pants. Look I know that’s almost SOP for guys but other than her at least I had feelings for every girl I ever bedded. Poor Dawn not only got led down the path but I conned her into doing things that I’m sure she wouldn’t have otherwise done. Twenty years later and I still feel guilty. I also still have the faded black and white photos of her doing my bidding in an attempt to win my love. Looking back I regret what I did to her but I cannot even look her up to say I’m sorry. 
    Dawn was pretty enough and had a nice body but she was just so needy that she drove most guys away. What makes girls that way anyway? Did her father ignore her or what. Not that it makes any difference. She was only fifteen when I met her. I was nineteen. Back then if was really no big deal for a guy my age to date someone under eighteen and certainly no one would have called the cops about it. It was just something that was done and both the girls and the guys liked it when it happened. I knew her brother from the motocross track where he rode and I wrenched. I started to work on his bike and that’s how I met Dawn. She was thrilled when I paid attention to her and at first it was just me being nice to a cute kid. Her parents were never around, he was away on the road most of the time and she worked nights. That left Dawn and Pete alone and to tell the truth I think Pete could have cared less about what happened to his little sister. For sure I never heard anything from him even after I broke up with her. It really started after a race when I offered to take her for a hot dog and a coke on the way home. Pete wanted to hang with his other buddies so I was just being a nice guy. So starts the path to regret. 
    She seemed thrilled by any attention I gave her and by the time we were done eating she was plastered tight to me. Once we were in the car she insisted on sitting in the center and having her arm around me. She didn’t want to go right home since nobody would be there so we drove around and talked with the radio playing. At some point reflex kicked in and I put my hand on her leg. That seemed to start everything and before long I was pulling into a farm lane I knew about. It was a nice night with enough breeze to keep the bugs away so I dug out the sleeping bag I carried and we laid back to look at the stars. When I kissed her for the first time she tried to kiss back but she really didn’t know what she was doing. By the time we were done she had learned a lot and was getting a much better. I even got her bra undone and had a nice handful of soft warm tit to enjoy. At first she resisted but when I moved to get up suddenly it was OK. We straightened up and I got her home about tenish. 
    From then on she was always trying to get me alone and since I wasn’t dating anybody at the time I was willing to be got. By the third “date” I had my fingers in her pussy and she was at least handling my cock even though she didn’t know what to do with it. That would change.  Before too many more times together she was sucking my dick and I was eating her pussy. I could tell that she was not really into it but was doing it only because I wanted her to. Not a good reason but what the hell it worked. She still did not want to go all the way but one night a suggested that if she didn’t put out it meant she didn’t really love me. Minutes later I felt her cherry pop. Our dates became simple and cheap. A burger, a coke, and off to get laid. A couple hours of naked fun and then take her back home. As long as she thought I loved her she would do anything. By lying shamelessly I got to do to her everything that I had only read about. I used dildos and vibrators on her and experimented with light bondage. One night I demanded that she let me fuck her ass simply because I could fuck her there without using a rubber. It hurt her but she let me do it anyway. I gave her some line about it really proving how much she loved me. She never got to like it but at least she got to where it didn’t hurt enough to make her cry anymore. I fucked her several times week all summer.     Once she had to go back to school out chances got fewer in number and to tell the truth I was getting bored with her. Sex on demand is fine but I was learning that it was not enough. She was not overly bright so I really couldn’t talk about much with her and she just laid there most on the time when we did fuck. Oh she’d move when I reminded her but I knew she was not enjoying it beyond the fact that I was with her and paying attention to her while we were fucking. 
    Finally I decided to break it off. Pete had gotten some other guy to wrench for him so that connection was gone and I wanted more that just the half assed fucking I was getting. I set her up for a big fight right after I finished blowing my load into her asshole and by the time I too her home she was in tears. I never went back and never returned her calls either. I heard some time later that she was knocked up but the guy had left already. Then I lost track of her when I got married and moved away. It was several years later when I ram into a old buddy from the track that I found out that she was dead. She had gone through a secession of guys with each one being worse that the last until finally she couldn’t take it any more. She had dropped her kid off with her parents and driven to a old farm lane and once there had taken her clothes off and hanged herself from a tree. From Jeff’s description of the location I realized it was the same place that I had taken her cherry. It’s way too late now but I’m sorry Dawn.