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Melinda Sordino was standing awkwardly next to teens who were swaying with the music. Her friends had left her and she had no idea what to do. She felt a hand touch her waist, and she instinctively turned around. It was the dream boy Andy Evans.
Even though she had never met him, her friends talked about him all the time, and from their description, it must be him.
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be standing here. Alone."
He flashed a handsome smile, and she couldn't resist it, so she smiled back.
"Wanna go dance or something?"
She replied,
"Sure!"
They walked around to the front yard, where most people were dancing. He tossed his empty beer can into the bushes, and pulled her into an embrace.
They danced and flirted and drinked for a while, sometimes play fighting with each other. Melinda found him quite charming. At one point he picked her up and they began making out.
He asked her,
"Do you wanna go take a ride with me?"
She smiled and nodded, not knowing what was in store for her.
He carried her piggyback to his van, and then he opened the passenger side door. He gently laid her down on the seat before cramming himself in and shutting the door. They began making out again.
Melinda had a bad feeling to where this was going. He tugged at the edge of her jeans and then said,
"Do you want to?"
She knew exactly what he meant. But he didn't give her much time to think and answer, because he pinned her down underneath him and yanked down her jeans and underwear. She cried out and he covered her mouth with his right hand. He pulled down his jeans and boxers.
She began to try to break his grip by thrashing around. But she knew it was no use. She could already feel the tip of him at her entrance. She screamed, but he just told her to quite down and relax. How could she?
Before she knew it, he had thrust himself into her, breaking her barrier and taking away her virginity. She screamed in pain, but all he did was keep his hand on her mouth and shhh'd her.
And he began to thrust in and out of her. He quietly moaned, but all she did was cry, because to her it was pain, not pleasure. She thought she would lose her virginity to someone she loved, not this way.
He continued to thrust until he reached his climax, then rode out his orgasm. She, on the other hand, pounded her fists into his back. He finally crawled off of her and pulled up his boxers and jeans. He quietly left.
All she could do was sob.
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