Molly could remember those bright, blue-green eyes staring into hers, that day she lost her virginity to him.

                ‘Nick’s magical eyes’ the senior girls would say. Molly didn’t doubt half the girls in the senior class had sex with him, yet somehow that had slipped her sophomore mind that day.

                Molly’s dream grew in vividness as her thoughts reenacted her loss.

                Unlike many promiscuous actions, hers was planned. She and Nick had talked the night before, flirting relentlessly, until Nick offered to give her a “ride home” after school in which he would “drive” her “home”. She accepted, but that night Molly did not sleep at all, she worried, and mulled the consequences over and over in her head. The school day brought no relief, but when the time came, when she decided to step into his unfamiliar car, the logic went out the window.

                Nick Murphy was a catch, if you could get him to commit to you. Mostly he just fooled around. If he was in a relationship, everyone knew he was cheating. He was blonde and handsome, the most masculine thing walking around the school, and after seeing his muscles, you’d expect him to be playing college football. Molly was surprised she even met Nick, being quite a bit younger than him. He had seemed more popular as well. So the reader can understand why she was speechless that day. That day she lost it to Nick Murphy.

                She remembered the nervous flirtation between them as he drove around looking for a secluded place. They arrived at a back road that extended into the woods and led to a trail that no one was ever seen on. Covey Road. Molly couldn’t forget it, for it was very close to her own home. Nick parked deep down the road, and the two moved to the backseat and cuddled. It was freezing outside, there wasn’t much snow on the ground, but it had just started to sleet. It actually looked very romantic, and with the heat shared between them, they hardly noticed it was winter. They talked for a while. In the middle of their conversation, she at last looked into his eyes, and suddenly, he was making out with her rowdily. He didn’t hesitate to shower her with kisses all over her face, and her neck, and then her chest. Molly was just a helpless young victim of seduction. Everything feeling so wrong and so right at the same time, she made no objection. He taught her new experiences that she had not yet had with a man. Until there was pressure, almost pity. For poor Nick had gotten so far, so why couldn’t he finish what he had started? Molly’s bold nature melted away that moment. She remembered him sitting her up on top of his body, and sliding that wet, thick penis into her…