Stories written by Schulzie

The Vicarious Rape
Written by Schulzie

Mike lit the candles he had brought with him to the old Jenkins house. The house had been abandoned for as long as he could remember, though he was only fourteen years old. Kim, who had just turned fourteen a few weeks earlier, remembered when she was a little girl, she and her friends always called the old place the "spooky house" and rightfully so. It did look spooky, especially to five and six year old kids who would never go near the place in the daytime, not to mention the nighttime. But little kids turn into teenagers who, being a little bolder, love to explore places that might have frightened them as children.

That's what Mike had done. Just like all the other little kids in the neighborhood, he was afraid to walk past the Jenkins house at any time of day. But when he was ten, he got up the nerve to go inside, look around, see what the inside was like. This ain't nothing, Mike thought, realizing that because the house was old and rundown, and was set somewhat off the main road, it only seemed spooky. Of course, the night he and some of his friends explored the entire house in the dark, his heart pounded so hard he thought it was going to jump right out of his chest. But now, at fourteen, he had been in the house so often, he was no longer scared to enter the broken front door and wander throughout the house at any time of day.

"Do you think it's safe?" asked Kim, nervously as they crept up the rickety old stairs to the second floor. Kim had never been in the house at all, day or night. The cute little blonde agreed to go with Mike because this was the first opportunity she had to be alone with him since he became her boyfriend last weekend. She had developed a crush the first time she had laid eyes on him in sixth grade when she saw him, sitting in the desk across from her in the next row. He had such a cute smile on his boyish face, and he was always so nice to her. But it wasn't until high school that she got the courage to really talk with him, then to flirt with him until he finally took the hint and asked her to go to the school dance with him. To Kim, Mike was no longer boyish. He was turning into a man. He had gotten taller, and now his little-boy face looked older and more mature. He had brown hair and brown eyes, with olive skin befitting someone of his Mediterranean descent. Kim especially loved the fact that he was taller than she was. She was a tall, slender girl who had shot up when she was in elementary school and had almost always been taller than the boys. But now, she had a boy she could look up to, literally and figuratively.

"Yeah, it's okay. I've been up here lots of times," answered Mike, who knew his way around the old house. Mike had decided to take Kim here because it would give them some privacy. Ever since they had started going together, he had tried to find a time and place to be alone with Kim. Though they had kissed several times, the two young teens had never properly "made out" since they were always at one another's house, with parents and siblings at home. No chance for either of them to do more than hug and kiss a little. But tonight, with a blanket tucked under his arms, Mike hoped they could cuddle up on the floor of what was obviously a bedroom at one time, and get a little more intimate.

Mike first really noticed Kim when he realized she was no longer that tall, thin waif he remembered from sixth grade. She had developed since then. That chest which had previously been flat was now adorned with two gorgeous breasts. Like any other normal teenaged boy, Mike couldn't wait to feel Kim's tits. He had never felt a girl up before, and he wondered what a girl's boobs felt like. He knew Kim was still a virgin and he respected her, but his hormones were in full gear and he wanted to do more than just kiss. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd go home tonight knowing what it felt like to touch a girl's breasts. Maybe Kim would even let him get his hands in her pants so he could finger her tight, little pussy. That would be something, he thought to himself. Naw, she's not ready for that yet. He'd have to take his time.

Kim knew fully well what Mike had in mind. She wanted to be alone with Mike, too. She wanted to kiss him some more like they did last night on her front porch. He had french-kissed her. That was the first time any boy had ever stuck his tongue in her mouth, and she loved it. It was also the first time she had felt a tingling sensation in her pussy and she loved that, too. She knew it was too early in their relationship to let things go too far, but maybe - if Mike made her feel comfortable tonight - she might let him feel her tits...through her shirt, of course. She wasn't ready to let a boy undo her bra and touch her bare breasts, yet. But she did fantasize about Mike feeling her young boobies, squeezing them, licking and sucking them. She even let herself imagine him putting his hand down the front of her pants and touching her between her legs, right where she felt that tingling feeling last night.

Mike took his candle, let some of the wax drip onto a table that was in the room, then set the candle into the cooling wax so that it could stand freely. Then he did the same thing to the candle Kim was carrying. With that out of the way, Mike laid the blanket out on the cleanest part of the old wooden floor, and the two youngsters sat down on top of it. They talked for a little while, but both of them knew what they had come here for, and in a few minutes they were in each others arms, kissing, mouths open their tongues darting back and forth, in and out of each other's mouths. For the time being, both pairs of hands remained in safe places as they stroked each other's hair and arms and backs.

Kim heard a creaking sound and sat up. "What was that?" she whispered to Mike, a little bit frightened by the sound.

Mike listened, didn't hear anything, and reassured her. "It's nothing, Kim. Just the old house settling or wind going through the rafters. Don't worry. It's alright."

It took awhile for Kim to calm down, but in a few minutes they were right back where they left off, kissing each other deeply and passionately. Kim loved the feeling of Mike's tongue brushing up against her own, playing with the tip of her tongue as she did the same to his. French-kissing seemed so grown up. She and Mike were kissing just like they do in the movies, she thought. It felt so good to be with him, here alone, holding and kissing each other. She began to get that tingling feeling in her pussy again. The tingling feeling got even stronger when Mike moved his hand from around her back and placed it on her tummy. As soon as his caresses moved upwards towards her breasts, she knew what was coming. He was going to try to feel her up, and she only had a few seconds to decide whether to protest and stop him or go ahead and let him touch her tits.

Kim didn't get a chance to decide because at that moment she heard another creaking sound, then another.

"Mike! Somebody's in the house. I know they are. I can hear them."

Then there was another creak. This time Mike heard it, too. They both jumped up.

"Mike! Someone's coming up the stairs!" said Kim, clutching Mike's arm.....(cont)