I have always been painfully shy. In my first three years of high school, I not only didn't have any boyfriends, I had no girlfriends, either. Our high school had about a thousand students. It was big enough that there was no outreach for the wallflower types like me. I went to school, studied enough to pass my courses, and read. I was born prematurely, and it seemed I was always behind my classmates. Reading was very difficult for me at first. I was the very last one I my class to learn. Once I learned I became an avid reader. I read almost every book in our large home library. I read a major portion of the books in the school libraries as I went from elementary school to middle school to high school. I had a friend in elementary school, but she moved away after a few years.

My physical appearance didn't help either. If there had been a prize for the most flat-chested girl in the whole high school, I would have won. I was very slender. I thought I had pretty good hips and legs, but my chest was a disaster zone.

In my senior year, things began looking up. In my environmental science class, my lab partner was Joanie. She made me laugh. She was the opposite of me. Roly-poly with big boobs, the guys and other girls didn't seem to like her any better than they liked me. We agreed that if we could average our physical characteristics Joanie Rogers and Eloise Simpson would have been the prettiest, most popular girls in high school. At the same time, a strange thing happened to me; my boobs started to grow. It was amazing; they just kept growing. My mom had good-sized boobs, 34C I think, and so did my grandmothers. My boobs grew beyond that. For a while I was having to buy new bras almost every month. I think it was the week before finals when I actually got a cat call. Then the unthinkable happened.

Tony Brown came up to me when I was talking to Joanie and said, "Hi, you're Eloise, right."

I managed to stammer out, "Yes, that's me!" I had a worried look on my face.

He said, "I'm Tony. Tony Brown. Pleased to meet you." He shook my hand, holding my fingers in his large hands.

I told him, "Everybody in school knows who you are."

He replied, "Maybe. Anyhow you seem to be doing very well in English. I'm not doing so well. Do you think you could help me with MacBeth?"

I replied, "I can try. I never helped anybody before except for Joanie." How stupid could I be, sounding like at total twit.

We met a few times for study dates. I think I helped a little bit in English, well, actually quite a bit, and a little bit in some other courses. He then asked me out for a Saturday night date. I was so scared; I didn't know what to wear; I didn't know how to act; I was a nervous wreck, all through the date until he walked me to my front porch. He gave me the most fantastic kiss ever. Well, it was my first kiss ever by a boy. Then he asked me out for the next Friday night. All I could say was, "Oh, yes, Tony!"

After we held hands in a movie on our second date, he took me parking. Another first. He got to second base, I think. He told me that he wasn't a virgin, and that he didn't want to date a virgin. I understood what he meant and besides I didn't want to be a virgin any longer.

I had just turned eighteen. I told my mother what was going on, and she took me to the doctor to put me on birth control. She told me to be careful, that sex was special and should only be with someone I really liked. She told me I would likely become infatuated with my first lover. Sorry, mom, with Tony, it wasn't infatuation, it was love. I think I was in love before our first visit to a motel on our third date. Sure, it hurt a little when he first penetrated me, but after that it was the greatest night of my life. I learned very quickly that he knew what he was doing and was infinitely more experienced than I was.

I didn't know whether he was big or not. I just knew that he filled me up and it felt fantastic to have him sliding in and out of me. It took a lot of sliding in and out to get me to my first penis-in-vagina orgasm. I enjoyed the kisses, and I enjoyed every thrust of his pelvis. When he finished on thrust, I couldn't wait for the next. When it happened, I couldn't believe how great it felt. I had masturbated to climax, but it was nothing like having Tony's cock in my pussy, and tongue in my mouth.

After my spasms diminished, he rolled me over onto my hands and knees and entered me from behind. I missed his tongue, but the friction coming from his dick in my love canal was even better in this position. This time when I came, he pulled my head around where he could kiss me. Then he released me and started banging away against my butt again. When I orgasmed again, he pushed me into a flat, prone position and really went to town on me. Almost before my body quit shaking from my first flatiron climax, he was pounding me again, and soon I felt his semen exploding inside me as I enjoyed my last orgasm of the night.

He seemed to enjoy our lovemaking almost as much as I did, and we became an item, fucking two or three nights a week. We almost always screwed on Friday and Saturday nights, and when possible, we would work in another assignation. As summer approached, we intensified things to having trysts three or four times a week.

Happily, my parents didn't mind that my first boyfriend was black, even though we were white. I didn't care. I even stole a few kisses from him in school, when there weren't any teachers around. The other students laughed and teased us. I didn't care. I was so happy. I had a boyfriend, and I was in love.

There were only about fifty black students in our whole high school. Actually, Tony's mother was Italian, so he was only half black. Nevertheless, he was the leader of the "five." The five were all black or mixed race and constituted the center five positions of the offensive line on the football team. On defense the guys were the four-man line and Tony was an all-state linebacker. They took turns playing two or three of the front court positions on the basketball team.

We had a fantastic summer after graduation. We would usually go in Jeremy's mom's car. Of course, the five guys filled up all the seats, and I would always sit on Tony's lap. The other guys were always kidding around with me, and there was an occasional inappropriate touching, but Tony was there and so nothing went too far. I wouldn't say I was the life of the party, but I was coming out of my shell and enjoying the light-hearted banter and the frequent flirting. Jason even had a date or two with Joanie, but nothing came of it. I think she wouldn't put out for him.

Unfortunately, the summer came to an end. Tony got a full-ride football scholarship to State U. while the other four, Joanie, and I all went to the local community college. Still, Tony and I got together most weekends, and we often reunited with the four other members of the "five."

I remember Tony getting a little maudlin one night when the six of us were drinking beer and started talking about his best five friends in the whole world. I wasn't bothered as Tony was still my one and only lover, and we continued to have fantastic sex every opportunity we got. Fortunately, both sets of parents had accepted the fact that we were lovers, and we rotated our sleeping arrangements between our parents' homes. That kept us from the risk of parking, and the cost of motel stays.

In between our first-year semesters, Tony proposed, and I ecstatically accepted. My life had undergone a total turn-around from my first eighteen years to the last six months of high school and the first year of college, highlighted by my upcoming marriage to the man that I loved with all my heart and all my body. We planned a June wedding. It took on a special urgency because I apparently had screwed up on my birth control pills and gotten myself knocked up. Neither Tony nor I had any doubts about the father, and he was eager to enjoy the pleasures of fatherhood, even though neither of us was twenty yet.

The Tuesday before our Saturday wedding, Jeremy called and asked me if I'd like to go drink some beer with Tony's four best male friends. I didn't really think about it and accepted immediately. I knew we had kidded around a lot and flirted some, but nothing ever came of it. I considered the four to be my friends, too; although our bond wasn't the same as the bond between the "five."

We went to the old quarry. We had been there many times before; however, this was the first time without Tony. We built a fire and got down to some serious beer drinking. As usual the guys were kidding around, occasionally giving me a light buss, flirting, and occasionally, going a little over the line by caressing a boob or fondling my butt. It was just good fun until the guys started talking about skinny dipping. I told them I had no problem with their going skinny dipping, but that I was keeping my panties on.

Jeremy asked, "So you're going in with us, just keeping your panties on."

I quickly clarified, "I'm not going in the pond, and I'm not taking any of my clothes off."

Charlie said, "Aw-w, Ellie, don't be a party pooper!"

I explained, "I don't think your good friend, who happens to be my fiancé, would appreciate me cavorting around with you guys, nude or semi-nude."

Jason opined, "Tony won't care. He likes his friends to have fun."

I replied, "There's fun, and then there's fun! No way I'm stripping for you guys."

Ronnie interjected, "We're all adults here. We all know each other well. What's the problem?"

I responded, "That's a line I'm not willing to cross. End of discussion!"

Jeremy said, "As long as you keep your panties on, why is it an issue? It's not as though we were going to gangrape you or something."

Jason added, "Only your panties would get wet. You can go commando on the way home; it's not a big deal."

I answered, "It's a big deal to me. Can we talk about something else? I already told you I didn't mind if you guys went in."

Ronnie then spoke, "Ellie, don't be a spoilsport. I dare you to take it all off and swim with us."

Charlie interjected, "I double-dare you. After all the things we've done together, don't you trust us at all?"

That was true. We'd never even had a close call of something untoward happening. It was a warm night. The water in the pond at the bottom of the quarry was very enticing in the light of the full moon.

I reminded them, "You guys know I'm getting married to your best friend Saturday, right?"

Jeremy gave me his take, "This is the same gang you and Tony have been hanging out with for the last year and a half. There's nothing to worry about."

For some reason, that reassured me.

I heard myself saying, "Okay, guys, I'll go with you into the pond, but no hanky-panky, okay?"

They all agreed to my terms. We stripped down and ran into the water. We splashed around for a while. Soon, we were joking and flirting around like we always did. Sure, there was an occasional hand on my butt, or even a boob, but nothing really serious.

Then, Jeremy kissed me with tongue and stuck two of his fingers in my pussy. He held me with one hand on a buttock and finger-fucked with the other hand, that thumb rubbing my clit, while he continued exploring my mouth with his tongue. I couldn't do anything; soon, I didn't want to do anything as I was rapidly approaching my first climax in several days. I exploded in a body-shaking orgasm. I stood in three or four feet of water, stunned by what had just happened. I almost fell when Jeremy released me, but Jason quickly filled the breach and gave me a total and complete rerun of what Jeremy had just done to me. Of course, Charlie and Ronnie expected the same thing, and by then my resistance was very weak at best. Worse was yet to come.

Jeremy returned for more. He pulled me up with his hands grasping my buttocks and guided my well-lubricated cunt onto his cock. Reflexively I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He French-kissed me as he pounded me to two orgasms before I felt his semen spurting against the walls of my love canal, which had only known Tony up to now. Long story short, the other three guys took me in about three feet of water. Afterward, they helped me to shore, and then by the light of the fire, they exercised my pussy relentlessly for close to an hour, only stopping when they had all been satisfied a second time.

As I lay there alone, my poor violated body still spasming from my last climax, I realized the gravity of what had just happened. I began crying inconsolably. I didn't really feel that much of an after glow. The guys dressed me, and we all got in the car. Between periods of crying, I moaned my grief for what had been but was now more than likely irreparably smashed. Intermittently, I groaned, "What have we done? What have we done?" It was a long ride back to my parent's home. I got a bottle of water and then went out to the shed behind the house. This was going to be the hardest phone call of my entire life.

"Hey, Ellie!", Tony answered promptly.

"Tony, I have to tell you something," my heart was breaking, as I cried into the phone. I hoped I wasn't breaking Tony's heart. I knew I had to tell him. The only thing worse than telling him what had happened would be if someone else told him first.

His voice showed concern, "What is it, Ellie?"

I tried to bring my emotions under control, "We went to the old quarry tonight."

He tried to help me, "You mean you and my four bros?"

I said, sniffling, "Yes, we were just going to drink some beer and have some laughs."

He replied, "Nothing wrong with that, but something else happened, right?"

I responded, "They wanted to go skinny dipping. I told them they could go, but I wouldn't be joining them."

I think he was beginning to get an idea of what had happened, "But then they called you a party-pooper."

I continued, "They asked me why I didn't trust my friends to behave themselves if we did a little skinny dipping."

Tony prompted me, "And. ... ."

I admitted, "They kept after me, and I finally agreed."

He spoke sadly, "And then what happened?"

I answered, "We went skinny dipping. At first, everything was fine. Just like always we were flirting and kidding around, just having a good time. Suddenly, Jeremy kissed me and groped me at the same time. I tried to resist, but I was tired, I was a little tipsy, and it felt so good when he started fingering me. I'm so sorry, Tony! Please don't dump me! I can't believe how stupid I was." I broke down, crying again.

Tony inquired, "But that wasn't all that happened, was it?"

I replied, "It wasn't. After Jeremy finger-fucked me to orgasm, the other guys did the same thing. After that I was beyond resisting. Jeremy fucked me in about three feet of water. Then the other guys did the same thing. Oh God! I'm so sorry, Tony! I know I let you down. Please don't hate me."

Tony sadly asked, "Is there more?"

I responded, "Oh God, Tony! There is more! They took me back to the beach and fucked me again by the fire. All four of them fucked me again, Tony! I'm so sorry! I was so stupid."

He spoke slowly, with an edge in his voice, "Is that it?"

I told him, "That's pretty much it. I was so out of it that they had to dress me. Then they took me to my parents' house. Then I called you. I know you're disappointed in me. Thanks for not yelling at me. I'm disappointed in both me and your friends."

He ended the call with, "This is a big deal. I'll be back tomorrow, and we'll talk about it then. Bye!" He hung up the phone, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I worried not only about Tony and me and our relationship, but also the unborn life in my womb. How could I be so stupid. I found my dad's bourbon. After two stiff drinks. I managed to go to sleep. At my breakfast, my parents had already eaten, my mother asked me, "What's wrong, Ellie?"

I couldn't lie to my mother, "I did something very stupid, last night. I don't want to talk about it now. I want to talk to Tony when he gets back from State."

She said, "Okay, honey, but I'm here for you, no matter what."

I hoped what she said was true. When she found out what I had done, it would put her motherly love to a serious test.

I moped around until Tony got back mid-afternoon. He told me what was going to happen. He was calling a meeting at my parents' house for me, his four erstwhile friends and both sets of parents. I really didn't want to face this court, but I couldn't see that I had any choice. Tony and his friends weren't happy campers. Both sets of parents seemed worried as well.

Tony introduced the topic of the meeting, "Something very bad happened last night. Ellie is going to tell her version of events and then everyone else will get a turn. Please let her tell it without interruption. Ellie, ...,"

It was very embarrassing to tell the story, "Last night we went to the gravel pit to drink beer, me, Jeremy, Jason, Charlie, and Ronnie. I guess my first mistake was going to the gravel pit. I thought it would be okay because we were all friends." I started crying. Tony handed me a tissue. I blew my nose and continued; my second mistake was going skinny dipping with the guys. I should have known better. My third mistake was not fighting harder when Jeremy stepped over the line. Then I let the other three guys do what Jeremy did. Then they all had sex with me, twice. I guess I let everybody down. I'm so very sorry." I started crying again. I couldn't stand the parents looking at me like I was a piece of trash.

Then Tony said, "There's one other person that you should have considered before you started drinking and trying to wreck our engagement."

I exclaimed, "Ohmigod! I didn't think. Oh, no!" I broke down again.

Tony explained, "Not all of you know that Ellie is pregnant."

That brought a few gasps.

He continued, "That's why her drinking is so bad!"

Jeremy began, "I'm really sorry for what I did. I didn't know you were pregnant, but I shouldn't have done what I did, regardless. I'm sorry, Tony, and I'm sorry, Ellie."

Tony hurt me by saying, "If it wasn't for the baby, I might not even be here!"

The other guys started their own apologies.

Tony interrupted their justifications and expressions of regret, "The problem is where do we go from here? I don't want to leave my child to fend for him- or her-self all alone or with a single mother. How do we get past what happened last night?"

The five of us all said that we would do whatever we could to compensate for what we had done. If I ever doubted Tony's worth as a man, he blew through my doubts that night.

Tony said, "I have a possible solution. All four of you guys had sex with my fiancé the week before her wedding. I think I should be entitled to the same privilege. Whenever one of you guys gets married, I intend to have your fiancé for twelve hours of doing whatever I want to do to her."

I had to ask, "What about me, Tony?"

Every time it happens you and the groom will have to watch me perform all night long.

My mother spoke up, "That's terrible, Tony!"

My father said, "Two wrongs don't make a right!"

Tony said, "Nothing can make what happened last night right, but knowing I'm not alone makes the pain a little less."

Tony's father said, "Is that anyway to treat a friend?"

Tony replied, "My point, exactly! So, for the five of you that created this mess, are you in or not?"

I asked, "If we pay your price can things go back to almost like they were."

Tony told us all, "This is my price for going through with the wedding. It may take a while longer for things to go back to anywhere near where they were. Maybe, it will take a few weddings."