Insist she explain what happened

"Jessica," I said more harshly that I had intended. "I need to know."

She looked startled at me, before lowering her head resigned.

"Fine."

She started telling her story. Reluctantly at first, but as she got going the words started to flow out. It seemed almost therapeutic for her to confess her sins to me.

(Jessica's point of view)

It started on Monday after class. I went to the library to work on my assignment for sociology, and found my favorite spot with a computer at the end of the row. I had worked for about ten minutes when a cute guy sat down on the computer next to me. It soon became apparent that he was having some problems with his computer. I ignored him and focused on my work, when he addressed me directly.

"Excuse me, miss? I'm having some problems finding my files. I'm kinda new with this PC stuff, could you possibly help me?"

Since he was so polite I felt I couldn't refuse him. His problem was quite basic anyways, so even I was able to help him. We ended up working next to each other for the rest of the afternoon, with me helping him several more times. He was so kind and appreciative, so it felt good helping him. I didn't tell you about him that night because I felt kind of guilty. It felt good to get so much attention from a boy. It made me realize how lonely I felt with Todd so far away. But it wasn't like we were doing anything untoward! It just felt good having a little secret. Something private yet innocent.

When I came back to the library the next few days, the boy showed up as well. He had introduced himself as Andrew and told me how much he appreciated talking with me. We continued working next to each other, with him needing occasional help. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I now realize he slowly became more intimate with me. Little touches when we exchanged control of the mouse, him leaning over me while I showed him how to fix something, a thank you pat on the back, a hug on the third day. I dismissed it as innocent enough, and it felt good.

Before I knew it, it was Friday and we had worked together every day of the week. I had even looked forward to meeting him. He was cute and charming, and he didn't hit on me. At least that's what I thought.

"I really want to thank you for all the help you've given me Jessica," he said as we were packing up on Friday. "You must let me do something for you in return."

"Like what?" I asked innocently.

"Let me take you out to lunch tomorrow," he said with that boyish smile of his. "Not as a date! Just to show my appreciation."

On Saturday I had planned to video-chat with Todd, but that was in the afternoon. I reasoned I had enough time to go out to lunch first. I believed him when he said it wasn't a date!

So we met up on Saturday and found a nice place to eat. We talked and he was sweet and charming. I really enjoyed myself. I started to understand that I had been deluding myself about how lonely I had been. I started to plan a trip to visit Todd to help relieve that loneliness. And I though it wasn't so bad to have a guy as a friend. After we had eaten he offered to walk me home to the dorm.

"I really enjoyed myself today," he said as we had arrived. "I'm starting to really like you. I mean like, like you."

His confession stunned me, and I just stood there staring at him dumbly. He must have taken that as a go-ahead, because the next thing I knew is that he was kissing me. He stole my first kiss! It was wet and hot and intoxicating. His tongue was deep in my mouth. Not knowing what to do, my body responded by itself. Before I knew what was happening I was kissing him back! My body was throbbing. I lost myself in the kiss. Until the image of Todd popped into my mind, and I realized what I was doing. I pushed him away from me, and stood there panting.

"I can't!" I said, my voice breaking. "I have a boyfriend! I'm not in love with you! This was a mistake!"

Not letting him respond I rushed inside going straight to our room. I needed at least ten minutes to calm myself. An hour later I was on a call with Todd, pretending everything was alright. Pretending I hadn't just given away my precious first kiss to a near stranger. Wearing a fake smile I told him nothing of what had happened.

Early Sunday morning I got a text from Andrew. He wanted to meet me to apologize and make things right. I don't know why, but I decided to give him a chance. We met up by the fountain at campus and took a walk together.

"I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday," he told me. "I completely misread the signs. It's just that you are the first girl to show me so much kindness and attention. I guess I kinda fell for you."

He apologized for the kiss, but not for his feelings. It felt kinda flattering to have a boy like you like that.

"I accept you apology," I told him. "Just don't let it happen again. You and me can't happen. I'm sorry."

We walked for a bit longer, talking about nothing. It was nice just being near each other. The kiss from last night was on my mind as well. How could it have felt that good? If that's what kissing is always like I can understand why some girls become a bit boy crazy. After we had walked around randomly for a while like that, we ended up in front of a huge old Victorian house.

"Ah, this is where I live," Andrew said. "I'd like you to come in and meet some of my friends."

"I don't know," I responded. Coming with him inside felt like a bad idea.

"I actually bought a gift for you, but I didn't have the guts to bring it with me. Please let me give it to you."

Thinking back at it, I could easily have told him to go in and get it, but I wasn't thinking clearly. Moved by pity I came with him inside. In the living room three guys were sitting on the couch joking around.

"Andrew!" cried one of them. A handsome guy with dark blond hair. "Who's the chick?"

"She's just a friend. She helped me a lot this week."

"So this is your little angel!" the blond said smiling from ear to ear. Clearly he enjoyed teasing Andrew. I couldn't help but blush at hearing what he had been calling me to his friends. With a hand around my shoulders Andrew guided me upstairs and away from his friends. I was so focused on what his friend had said that it didn't register that he led me into his bedroom. Once there he opened a drawer and handed me a small box. I opened it and saw a beautiful necklace with a heart shaped pendant with a pink stone.

"Andrew...," I said looking him in the eyes. "I can't accept this."

Tenderly he stroking his thumb on my chin, lifting my face slightly upwards. I held my breath, unable to move, and then he was kissing me again. Pushing me against the wall, his tongue ravaged my mouth. My body responded in kind, heat everywhere. I didn't have the strength to push him away a second time. It felt too good, I needed this. I had worked so hard to keep myself pure. Now that purity just felt like a burden. It stood between me and happiness. His hands explored my body, touching my butt, touching my breasts. It felt good. It felt right. I touched him back. He was so big, so strong. He guided my hand down to his crotch. I could feel the size of his bulge, sending shivers of excitement through me. Opening his fly, he allowed me access inside. His member was so hard, so hot. I wanted to touch it, explore it, learn about it.

Pulling me with him, he sat down on the bed. Removing his pants, he freed his member. I stood erect before me. It was the first time I had seen a boy's privates. Fascinated I sank to my knees to observe it. I tried touching it, and was surprised to see it twitch in response.

"Try kissing it," he said. His voice was commanding, trembling with lust.

Acting only on instinct I started kissing it. Licking it. I kissed the tip.

"That's right. Take it in your mouth."

Heart beating like crazy, I did like he said. It was the most perverse thing I had ever done. It was hard, yet soft, warm and throbbing in my mouth. Not knowing what I was doing, I started sucking it. He groaned in appreciation.

"That's it. Such a good slut."

A jolt went through me at being called a slut. I raised my head and wanted to protest. But as I did I realized what I was doing.

"I'm not a slut..." I said weakly.

"Yes you are," he responded. His voice was hard. Grabbing my ponytail, he pushed me down on his penis. Surprised, I opened my mouth and let him use me.

"You're on your knees in a guy's room, sucking his cock. Cheating on your boyfriend. I think calling you a slut is appropriate."

To my horror I felt myself getting excited hearing those words. I should have gotten up and ran out of there, but I didn't. Instead I let him **** me. Trying to forget my shame, I focused completely on what I was doing. Pleasuring a man with my mouth.

After a while he pulled me up. I looked at him in confusion as he started to take my clothes off. Kissing me and fondling me as he did so. The fire in my belly was threatening to burn out of control. When we were both naked he laid me down on the bed, and laid on top of me. Kissing me and fondling me, his thick member was grinding against my private area. Too late I realized his intent. I'm not certain I could have stopped him from claiming my virginity even if I had. I was too far gone, mind hazy with lust.

Everyone says that loosing your virginity is supposed to be painful, but I didn't feel any pain. He just slid in, and I felt this strange fullness. It didn't feel wrong. Then he started moving and the rest of my memory is a blur. I just remember pleasure. And at one point you were suddenly there. Laying there next to you as we sinned together... I feel like we are sisters now.

Having confessed all her wrongdoing, Jessica looked deflated. She held up a small box for me to see and opened it. Inside was the necklace with the hearth-shaped pendant. A tear was running down her cheek.

"I don't know what to do Em. I don't think I can be a bride anymore."

Not knowing what to say, I embraced her and held her tightly. We sat there for a long time, holding each other.

"I told you my story. What about you." Jessica said. She wasn't judging me, I could tell. She was simply curious. Sighing, I tried told her the story as best I could. About how a passionate debate had gotten completely out of hand. I left out the part about the bet. I didn't think that would go over very well right now. Perhaps never. When I finished her eyes where filled with only compassion. We had a shared experience now.