Choices Ch. 03

We all roared at that, Brad and Patty got up and went into his room.

"Well, Tom?" I looked at him. He stood up and took my hand.

"Don't mind me, I will just sit out here and masturbate." Jon wisecracked.

In our bedroom, Tom was on me in a flash, he had my shorts off in record time. He didn't even bother with my tube top until later when his hands slid underneath it. He took me to a massive climax, then held me tightly, leaning down every once in awhile to tug up my top and lick my nipples.

"That really was amazing." He said as he finally rolled over onto his back.

"I am still not sure who did what." I said.

"Brad had his hands between...your legs." Tom's voice caught slightly. "Then I was going to..but Jonathan beat me to it!"

"You just leaned back and let him."

"I thought that was you."

"Oh. Well, it felt good, didn't it?"

"Tom, it felt amazing." I giggled.

"Poor Jonathan." He said.

"What about poor Jonathan?"

"He doesn't get any."

"I think Patty was helping him out."

"I think so too but she stopped before..."

"Yea, probably."

"Why don't you go help him out?"

"Why don't YOU go help him out?" I laughed.

"No way am I going to..."

"So? Fine for me but not for you, right?" Tom just looked at me and grinned.

We snuggled up, I felt him beginning to stiffen, so I reached down to help.

That was the day Tom set his personal best, three times in one day. I thought he would never climax that last time, it took a full half hour. We showered together, dressed and went back out onto the deck. It was starting to cool off so I wiped down the hot tub and cleaned up. Brad and Patty were still in his room.

"You guys are sure a lot of fun." Jonathan said.

"We need to get you a girlfriend." I told him.

"Heck, I don't need one with you around." He said.

"Don't think I will make running around naked any kind of habit." I grinned at him.

"Darn, I hate being felt sorry for like that." He laughed. Patty came out, she had on her shorts and halter top.

"Where is Brad?" I asked her.

"Asleep, I think I did him in." She grinned.

The rest of the day we sat around and talked, it was almost like everything was normal. It wasn't normal, not to me. Teasing, flirting, nudity in the hot tub was one thing, even maybe one day one of those threesomes that Tom hinted around at? I felt I could probably deal with that but this was almost an...orgy?

I would have thought the conversation would be about sex, but the guys just chatted about the big job. Tom gave Brad his check, Brad looked at it and grinned, then folded it up and put it in his wallet.

Patty and I made plans to go bike riding together, that was pretty much the evening.

Another week passed and the weather turned colder and it started to rain. That ended our plans to go bike riding, I sometimes did ride in the rain but I preferred it nice out. So other than go to my office a few days each week, I was just being a housewife.

I was in the laundry room moving clothes to the dryer when I heard Tom's truck outside. I looked out, Jonathan was driving it. I just assumed he wanted some of the materials Tom kept in our garage. A moment later Jon knocked on the door. I opened it, he stood there wet, it was pouring outside.

"Come on in, you are getting soaked." I told him, not thinking.

He walked in and looked around, I went and got him a towel. He wiped his face and hair, then handed me the towel back. I went in and tossed it in the hamper, came back out. He still just stood there.

"What's up, where is Tom?" I asked.

"Working, they sent me for some material, and they need some of the tarps out of the garage."

"Oh, ok. Which ones? I can go get them."

Jonathan still just stood there. I looked at him, sensing something was wrong but it didn't hit me.

"What's wrong with me?" He asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone treats me like I don't matter. Even you."

"Jon, I..." I suddenly felt nervous.

"Why am I not good enough? Everybody else is but not me." He took a step towards me, I started to back away.

"Jon, I think you need to get the tarps and go."

"Just like that, huh? Just go. You tell me to shut up, you run around teasing all the time but I am not good enough." He stepped towards me again. I backed up but I was running out of room, he stepped closer.

"Jonathan, don't!" I said loudly.

He reached out and grabbed me, I tried to pull loose but he was surprisingly strong. His hand came up and squeezed my breast, I pushed at his hands trying to get loose. He had my wrist gripped firmly. I tried to kick at him but he easily avoided that.

Somehow he managed to shove me backwards through the door, I lost my balance and fell onto my back. He forced himself up on top of me, jamming me down against the floor. His hands shoved my sweater up, I was pushing at his shoulders to no avail. He bit my breast, I felt a stab of pain. Then he was tugging at my lower clothing with his free hand. I felt the catch on my jeans give.

"Get off of me!" I yelled. We struggled, I was losing ground. I saw the blur of his lower body, his pants were down. I could not believe this was happening. I reached out frantically for something, anything. There was nothing. He crushed me back with his weight as I tried ineffectively to hit him. I felt his erection probing at me, I twisted my lower body sideways, back and forth trying to avoid him.

"Stop it, Jon!" I was yelling over and over.

Somehow he pressed my knees apart, I tried to kick with my feet but they were trapped by my jeans around my ankles. I felt his erection poke at me again, it slid up and over my pubic mound. He was trying to insert himself but I was squirming, holding him off. Then I felt a stab of pain as he partly entered me. I renewed my struggles at that. I couldn't hold him back, my body gave and he pressed inside. His erection was long, I felt another stab of pain as he went deep.

I was in shock, I couldn't believe this. I was being raped. I let myself go limp, I was afraid he would kill me. He started to pump at me furiously when I did that. I could feel him pounding away, my body pressed back flat on the floor. His face was contorted, everything seemed red, blurred.

"Easy, take it easy." I told him in a whisper. He eased up when I said that, the pain stopped. I lifted my hips to meet him.

"Oh, Sally!" He muttered when I did that. "I knew you wanted to."

I let my arms go around him, he seemed to relax even more. I felt him slow down, the weight lifted slightly as he pressed himself upwards, his hands now on the floor beside me. I reached down, stroked the side of his hips, then I reached between us. I let my fingers rub across his testicles gently, he groaned and lifted up to let me. He must have thought I was liking this.

I got ahold of him and bore down with all my might, dug in my fingernails. He let out a high pitched scream and tried to pull back. His penis slid out of me, I held on with all my might, crushing him. Then he was off of me, I let go and rolled away. I got to my feet and jerked my jeans up and ran out the front door, holding them up.

I got to Tom's truck, jerked opened the door. The keys were in it, I started it and tore down the driveway.

I was a mile away, crying and in panic. I saw Tom's phone plugged into the lighter, I picked it up and pushed the button.

"Hello?" Tom's voice answered.

"Tom! It was Jonathan. He was here, he tried to rape me."

"What?"

"Jonathan. He tried to.." I broke down into hysterics. I managed to get the truck stopped before I wrecked it.

"Where are you?"

"I am in your truck, almost to the cafe in town."

"Go there, we are on the way."

"Ok." I felt better now, I drove to the cafe and parked. I went inside, the large woman looked up at me. I was still holding my jeans up. I reached down and fastened them, then broke down into tears.

"Sally...? What in the world?" She set down the plate she was carrying and came around the end of the counter. She knew, she hugged me, then went and got a warm towel. I had some scratches and a swollen lip, plus some bruises. It was about 15 minutes and I heard sirens, a police officer pulled up.

I managed to explain and describe Jonathan, the officer left. He seemed very angry and in a hurry. I heard another police car go by, siren screaming. Tom and Brad arrived shortly afterwards, I told them what had happened.

"Oh, God, Sally. I am so sorry, I never dreamed..." He hugged me as I wept some more.

The Police officer came back in just a half hour, Jonathan was in the back seat in handcuffs. They had found him walking down the road. My van had been at the house, but I guess he couldn't find the keys.

I identified Jonathan for them, he looked out the window at me, hate on his face. They left, Tom took me home, Brad went back to the jobsite. Then they called, I had to go in and undergo the indignity of checking for DNA. I didn't think there would be any but there was, and it matched of course.

Then there was the blood tests. All negative so far, I will have to do more later.

It was several days before I started to feel normal again. I called my office, explaining I was taking some time off. I didn't tell Cheryl what had happened but I think she knew.

In fact, by the time the trial was over, I think everyone knew. Of course they used everything they could think of, they made me sound like a very slutty person before that was all over.

There were photographs, the bite marks on my breast, bruises on my thighs. I had to suffer the indignity of that even though the photos didn't show my face.

"She was asking for it, she likes it rough." Were the exact words his lawyer used, pointing at me. My face flamed at that, I sat looking down, my hands in my lap.

The truth? I guess I was in a way. But they still found Jonathan guilty, he was sentenced to several years in prison. Aggravated rape since he had penetrated, plus assault.

I had to be there, in the courtroom. I will always remember his eyes looking at me as he was led away.

Tom and I talked, that is the one good thing about our relationship. We can talk openly and honestly most of the time, and that helped. I explained exactly what happened, how far Jonathan got. He had managed to completely penetrate but I had injured him before he could ejaculate. I explained how I had pretended to give in, to enjoy that so I could get my opening, my chance to escape. I was thinking that Jonathan would probably have killed me if I didn't escape.

I learned later that he had a knife in his pocket, and there was some rope in the back of Tom's truck. He was just an employee, sent to get some material, none of us really ever realized what was going on in his head.

Tom saw to it that I was never alone after that, Patty even came out and stayed with me for a couple of weeks. There was a couple of nice fall days, we went bike riding together. I really like Patty, she and I have become very close.

Tom cuddled with me each night but made no attempt to make love to me. I knew he was waiting for me. One day I woke up and felt fine, the Sun was shining in our bedroom window. I reached over to touch Tom, his soft snores told me he was asleep, but he was erect. I slid under the covers, took him in my mouth. I heard him murmer first in his sleep, then he woke up. His hand came down and stroked the back of my head, so I slid up and wrapped my arms around him. He made long gentle love to me, it was wonderful.

Next week I will go back to work. I want everything to be just like it was, normal. I told Tom that there would be no more teasing, doing things with anyone we don't know very closely. Brad and Patty, I know them and know I can trust them. Will I ever hop nude into our hot tub with them again?

Probably. I don't know, I just don't. I am a different person now, somewhere in between what I was before and what I became for awhile.

Did I ask for what happened to me? No, I don't think so, no woman does.

But did I encourage it in a way, with my teasing and easy nudity? Yes, I think I did.

Tom understood, I know he felt very badly about all that happened. He hasn't mentioned or pressed me about anything since, not even once.

There are consequences to everything, that one could have been much more than just my being violated.

It could have been my life.