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Authors: Chloe Shakespeare
He Stole Her Virginity
He Stole Her Virginity
Forward:
Emma and Rachel became almost inseparable from four years old onwards. Their relationship developed into something that was strong and very special so that whatever happened in their lives they were always there to support and help each other when things got difficult.
Over the years that followed there were times when one or the other needed help and it was always freely given without question but then in January 1985 when they were both just nineteen came their biggest challenge. It was to change their lives forever. Emma was the one in need and Rachel stepped in to do her bit. Between ’84 and ’89 many things happened which caused Emma great distress. She became traumatised, she became withdrawn, she lost her way and following a serious breakdown was on the very edge of suicide. Rachel too had issues but they went unrecognised until the two of them had a ‘heart to heart’ in the summer of ’89.
“From early on Rachel was always there to look out for Emma; she would pick her up when she fell in the playground, she would help her find the things she lost like her coat or bag or pencil case and she had the knack of making Emma feel better when she was worried or upset about something. Rachel was the practical one, the organiser and the natural leader but she needed Emma just as much as Emma needed her. They complemented each other completely.”
“With only six or seven miles to go before reaching home Emma’s thoughts turned to that September night in 1983 when they kissed for the very first time and then, as she began to relive the moments of their first touches her body was overwhelmed with sexual desire. As she drove on she became aroused at the very thought of being touched and fondled; she felt a moistness around her genitals and her underwear was damp.”
Please note: This story includes descriptions of intimate sexual activities
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2012 by Chloe Shakespeare
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He Stole Her Virginity
By Chloe Shakespeare is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Cover photograph by Klaus Sandrini
Contents
Recollections of their first sexual experience:
The green suitcase and stains on Emma’s sheets:
The hotel room and the double bed:
He Stole Her Virginity:
The Journey Home: Part 1
Disturbing memories:
Shutting the door for the very last time on what had been her mother’s home for the past four years or so was not the thing that upset Emma. After all she had never lived there and had no emotional attachment to the place other than it had been her mother’s home. She was upset because her mother’s life, which had ended suddenly several weeks earlier, had come down to nothing more than a few items in a green suitcase. With no other family to help, Emma had arranged her mother’s funeral, dealt with all the paperwork and sorted out her belongings.
Most of her clothes had gone to a charity shop, some bits and pieces were given away to her mother’s friends and neighbours, some sold for next to nothing and the rest disposed of at the tip. There was nothing of any great value other than a little jewellery that she would keep for sentimental purposes along with some photographs from her childhood before her father died. She found a few boxes of unsorted letters and postcards that she would look at later and a number of old diaries that her mother had kept. Emma put the suitcase into the boot of her car and with a final glance at the cottage she drove away.
During the drive back home, she reflected on the events of the previous five weeks but mostly on why she and her mother had drifted so far apart over the last few years. Up until then they had always been close, especially as her father had died when she was only four. They did so much together and her mother was always there to support everything she did from her horse riding to the concerts she played in; she would encourage her at the swimming club, she would watch her play in netball matches and always helped with her schoolwork if she could. Each year they planned and looked forward to going on holiday together and her mum always did something special for her birthday. They had very few arguments and enjoyed each other’s company.
Things began to change when Emma started seeing more of her boyfriend Kevin and got worse when she announced that instead of going to university she would take a year out to think about her options. It surprised everyone, especially as the term was just about to start but she had her reasons and for the time being at least, she would keep those reasons very much to herself. She hadn’t told her boyfriend of her decision as he had already left for university the week before; that would have to wait until she knew where he was living. In those days before e-mail and mobile phones, communication took a little longer although Kevin had promised to write to her with his address once he had settled in. Day after day went by then a couple of weeks but still no letter came.
Even as she thought of it all those years later, on her drive back towards York and the nearby village where she lived, she began to cry. They had been so much in love at the time or at least she thought they had. He had meant everything to her.
After more than two weeks of waiting, Emma went round to see Kevin’s parents to ask for his address at university so she could write to him but found the house completely empty. A next door neighbour who was just parking his car told her they had suddenly ‘upped sticks’ and moved away three days earlier but had no idea where. He said it was a mystery to everyone in the neighbourhood and had caused quite a lot of speculation but nobody seemed to know anything. He didn’t even know if they owned the house or rented it. She asked some of Kevin’s school friends who had not gone to university if they had his address but they couldn’t help either. She tried everything she could think of. Kevin couldn’t even ring her at home because her mother had suddenly had their number changed after having what she called some ‘funny’ phone calls. By then Emma was three months pregnant and not a single person knew apart from her doctor but it wasn’t something she could keep secret for much longer. Her body was already changing.
Desperate to see Kevin she decided to find him and with her mother away on a week’s walking holiday she could go without being quizzed about where she was going or whom she was going to see. The next morning she caught the early train into York then bought her ticket to Oxford but as she had more than an hour to wait before her train arrived she went to have a coffee. Emma wasn’t well, she felt a little dizzy, she had pains in her stomach that had started a day or so before but now they had got worse. She was depressed, she had not been eating or sleeping properly for weeks, her body was exhausted with worry about her pregnancy and she was emotionally distraught thinking that Kevin may have moved on and didn’t want to know her anymore.
After finishing her coffee she went to the toilet and was worried that things weren’t normal. She had a discharge and a slight show of blood that greatly concerned her but because she was determined to find Kevin she tried to put it to the back of her mind and went to platform eight to wait for her train.
She looked a sorry sight sitting there alone and everyone who glanced in her direction saw a young woman who had the troubles of the world on her shoulders. When her train pulled in she never got more than three paces towards it before she collapsed on the platform. An ambulance was called and some people with first aid experience did their best to help and comfort her. Emma was taken to Hospital where her condition was quickly assessed; she was having a miscarriage and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. Fortunately, with her mother away for a few days she couldn’t be contacted and by the time she came back Emma was already home so was able to keep it a secret. As the days went by Emma was becoming more depressed and on seeing her doctor he explained that depression after a miscarriage was quite normal and hopefully it would just be for the short-term. He gave her a prescription for some tranquilizers and told her to see him again in a couple of weeks. For the time being, in her confused and emotional state, she put aside her plans to find Kevin but still harboured hopes that he would contact her.
Over the weeks and months that followed Emma and her mother spent less time together, they talked less, became irritated with each other over small things and began to feel the strain of living under the same roof. Emma’s mum spent more and more time with her friends from the local ramblers’ club, she was often out on walks with them and increasingly spent long weekends away in places like the Lake District or the Welsh mountains. Emma’s depression deepened, she missed Kevin so much and did not understand what had happened. Time after time she asked herself the same questions. Why had he never written and why after more than a year of such close intimacy could he just step out of her life in the way that he had?
Emma never went back to see the doctor until early December by which time she was in a bad state. She explained to him as best she could that since her miscarriage and everything else that had happened there were times when she became confused and uncertain about things and wasn’t always sure what she was remembering or thinking was real or not. She tried to tell him how she was finding it difficult to cope and wanted to tell him how she felt her mind was sometimes playing tricks on her but he was already writing out a prescription so she didn’t. He prescribed some more pills and sent her to see a specialist but by then the damage was done, she had suffered a serious breakdown. Her mother’s view of it all was that she should snap out of her moods, get a grip on things and get on with her life.
