My name is Molly. I am tall, somewhat skinny and have three kids and from all accounts I am certainly still attractive to men

My best friend lived up the road from us and she was 14 and a year or more older than I was when this happened. At 14 Mellisa had fallen in love with a guy she met who was 19 who didn't come from a good family and who was always getting into trouble with the law, and because she didn't want her parents to find out about him it was all very secret.

My parents worked so after school he started meeting us there at my house and we would go into my bedroom and then the two of them would start making out. One afternoon, not long after all of this began he was playing with her, fingering her as they were making out on the bed and I could tell by the way that she was reacting that she really liked it and it seemed like he knew exactly how to make her feel good.

I decided to give them some privacy and left and then came back a while later. They were lying together in my bed relaxing, then I noticed that her clothes were all on the floor including her bra and panties and I suspected what had happened because of the fact that they were not all snuggled up and playing with each other any longer.

I talked to them like I hadn't noticed, then she pulled back the covers and was totally naked as she got her panties and then her bra and began to put them on; then he got up as well, his clothing all undone as he was doing up his fly and fixing his belt, and then he left.

Melissa told me that they'd had a root, that he had gone right into her with his penis and had sex. I asked if it had hurt. She said it really didn't. She said there was some blood upon the sheet and she wanted to see if we could get a cloth and try to remove the stain.

It was about a week later that I saw him again, and the two of them then came over to my house just like the last time. They started making out. I left the room. I came back soon after as he was getting dressed and Melissa was still beneath the sheets on my bed.

I asked her if they had a root. She said they did. I asked her if he wore a condom? She said no, and I told her that he could get pregnant. I was worried. I didn't want for it to happen to her. It had happened to a girl I went to school with and had changed everything for her.

Melissa didn't seem to care. She was a very pretty girl with an exceptional figure for a woman her age and likely could have been with any boy in school, and it seemed such a pity to me what was starting to happen in her life. I didn't want to tell on her because she was my best friend but I didn't want for him to hurt her either. He began to meet her more and more often, always at my house right after school. He had been with lots and lots of girls and started wanting her to do different things with him and one day after I had left the room she told me that he made her suck his cock, and then she said it wasn't really quite as bad as what she thought.

It was another day after that when we had gone to his house and were in his dirty bedroom. I couldn't leave because of other people in the house who I was scared of. He had taken off Melissa's clothes and she was naked. He opened up his fly and took his cock out. It was big, much bigger than I might have thought. He rubbed it in her for a bit then slid it in her, all the way. They started to have a root with me in there watching. It was fascinating somehow, watching, the way that he controlled her as she began to approach orgasm. His cock was the biggest I had seen! I wasn't sure if I liked what I was seeing or I didn't, but he wanted me to see it and wanted me to watch them having sex.

It happened more than once and then one day Melissa actually suggested I should try it and he said that he would like to do it with me. I was scared and didn't want to, but finally one day when we were there at his place I agreed to take my clothes off and get into the bed with them while they had sex, but that was all. He got in the middle and was saying I was scared. I said I wasn't, but I was, and then he played with me and gently rubbed my clit, and I felt myself responding, and actually enjoying the way it felt, and then suddenly he got on top of me and rubbed his penis in there. I told him we should stop. He said I liked it. Melissa kept on telling me to try it!

Suddenly it happened, the sudden twitch of pain as it went in! He fucked me as Melissa lay beside us, allowing him to finger her as he was rooting me!

The blood stain didn't matter on his sheets. He didn't care. Perhaps it was a souvineer. I really didn't like him, but I let him do it anyway as though I did.

It happened several times over a period of several months. Often he would root us both on the same afternoon and somehow it became almost addictive, like we looked forward to it. It was very secretive, something that Melissa and I never told anyone about, not even our closest friends at school. In a way I even looked forward to it at times when I knew that he was going to meet us that afternoon. He had the capacity, perhaps like few men I have known, to allow me to orgasm each time we did it. His staying power was perhaps remarkable, but perhaps it was my hormones at the age? I'm just not sure..

One day I realized I was pregnant, and then in desparation I told my folks what we'd been doing. Johnny was confronted. Mellisa told as well. He got arrested. We never saw him again after that. My father said he'd kill him if he did! I had my baby shortly after my fourteenth birthday and the baby was immediately adopted out.

Things have worked out well since. I finished high school and then went off to college and am now married with three wonderful kids and a great husband who adores me and knows what happened years and years before we met. Melissa hasn't done so well. The very beautiful young girl that she was then ran away from home and spent some time on the streets, doing drugs, and at 15 the cops rescued her in a crack house, her body being sold to older men for sex. For me it was real sad, and I think that we did back then affected her self worth and her esteem.

I think that the story is tragic, and I might hope that other girls will take notice and be more careful, especially with older guys who take advantage of the feelings and the things that girls go through at such a vulnerable time of their life. I have asked for Shrash to tell this story on your site and hope he can explain it as I have to him.

True story.

Molly