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  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 She became traumatised, she became withdrawn, she lost her way and following a serious breakdown was on the very edge of suicide.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

  Copyright © 2012 by Chloe Shakespeare

  All rights reserved.

  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.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  Cover photograph by Klaus Sandrini

  Contents

  Forward:

  The Journey Home: Part 1

  Disturbing memories:

  The Journey Home: Part 2

  Recollections of their first sexual experience:

  In The Village: Part 1

  Wine, masturbation and sleep:

  In The Village: Part 2

  The green suitcase and stains on Emma’s sheets:

  In The Village: Part 3

  The letters and postcards:

  The Trip To St Albans: Part 1

  More revelations:

  The Trip To St Albans: Part 2

  Kevin’s mother:

  The Trip To St Albans: Part 3

  The hotel room and the double bed:

  The Trip To St Albans: Part 4

  She opened her legs:

  The Journey North:

  Soul searching:

  Back In The Village: Part 1

  Unreal memories:

  Back In The Village: Part 2

  He stole her virginity:

  Finding Kevin: Part 1

  The museum connection:

  Finding Kevin: Part 2

  Meeting Kevin:

  A Café In Utrecht: Part 1

  There was no passion:

  A Café In Utrecht: Part 2

  Where would I be without you?

  Amsterdam: Part 1

  Everything became clear:

  Amsterdam: Part 2

  Like teenage girls:

  Manchester Baggage Hall:

  Sleep with me:

  The Celebration:

  Take the next step:

  The Anniversary:

  She whispered ‘I love you.’

  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.

  That first Christmas after Kevin had gone was a dark time for Emma, she had always loved Christmas with the lights, the decorations, the carols, the presents and everything that went with it. By the New Year, physically, mentally and emotionally, she was a mere shadow of her former self and no longer saw any point to living. She had reached the stage where she wanted to close the door on life and had it not been for one of the few friends she still kept contact with she would almost certainly have taken that path.

  Rachel knew how close Emma and Kevin had become over their last year together, she knew that Emma and her mum were not getting on and she knew that the money she had saved up towards university had just about gone. She didn’t know she had been pregnant or had a miscarriage but she did recognise that Emma needed a helping hand to rebuild her life and that wasn’t going to come from her mother. At Rachel’s insistence they met for a lunchtime drink in their local pub. When Emma arrived, Rachel gave her the biggest of hugs, then wished her a happy new year even though she knew it wasn’t the most tactful thing to say considering how 1984 had ended. But Rachel, being the eternal optimist, always looked on the bright side and really did hope the New Year would turn out to be much better for her best friend.

  From just four years old they had been in the same classes in primary school and Rachel’s parents owned the stables on the edge of the village where Emma started to ride at the age of seven so they had been friends for as long as they could remember. Over the years their friendship developed into something special and though they both had other friends nothing could compare with the bond they had with each other. 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 and everyone who knew them as they were growing up saw them as an inseparable pair.

  Then, when Rachel left school they saw a little less of each other and even less when Emma started going out with Kevin but despite that their friendship remained very strong and special.

  Unlike Emma, Rachel chose not to take the university route but instead at sixteen decided to work in the family business and help with the running of the stables. It was a demanding job that started early in the morning and often didn’t finish until late in the evening and because they only had room for fifteen horses, they were always full. Demand for stables in the area was huge. Life there was very busy and had become more so after Rachel’s mother had broken a leg and an arm in a fall. She was on the mend but would be out of action in the stables for some time so they needed to take on someone who knew about horses, someone who could help with giving riding lessons and someone who would not shy away from the many tasks that had to be done to keep the stables running smoothly. Rachel decided that Emma fitted the bill perfectly. She would be helping them as well as having something different to focus on which in turn might help her get over the Kevin situation and on top of that she would have some money coming in. The whole idea had the added bonus that she could live in one of the self-contained flats above the stable block, which meant that she and her mother wouldn’t have to live in each other’s pockets anymore. Rachel had already talked it over with her parents and they were more than happy for Emma to join them if she wanted to but before a decision was made they insisted that she should first talk it over with her mother.

  For Emma to leave home at just nineteen and in a fragile state of mind would ordinarily have been a very difficult step to take but her best friend was going to be there to support and encourage her if things got tough. She knew that Rachel wouldn’t let her down whereas if she stayed at home with her mother there would be no support at all.

  Emma talked it over with her mother as she was asked to do and after no more than about fifteen minutes the decision was made, she was going. Her mother was wholeheartedly behind the idea and used words such as ‘gaining independence,’ ‘standing on your own two feet,’ ‘not being so reliant on other people,’ ‘being responsible for your own actions,’ and so on. Not a negative word was said against the idea and
for the first time in a long time her mother’s spirits seemed lighter. It was clear she was glad Emma was going and though it did upset her a little she kept it to herself.

  By the end of the following week Emma had moved in to her stable flat and had begun work. In a matter of days she slipped comfortably into the routines and needs of the stables and before long most things that she had to deal with became second nature. Rachel, and to some extent Emma’s mother, had been proved right. She was being more independent, her love of horses and her desire to do a good job helped her focus on things beyond Kevin and for the first time in months she had a purpose in life and it began to show. She was eating better and had put a little weight on, she was sleeping better because she was so tired at the end of the day and she felt better about her mum who she popped round to see at least once a week. Things were looking up although it was still early days. Then at the end of March her mother dropped a bombshell; she was selling up and starting a new job miles away from home. She had accepted a job as the curator of a small museum in a part of the Yorkshire Dales that she loved and a delightful, rent-free cottage came with the post.

  Emma had never thought of her mother changing jobs or moving away at her time of life but when she thought more about it she realised she was just a little shy of forty so still had a good number of working years ahead of her. Very generously she told Emma that when she sold up she would give her some of the money to help her save towards a deposit for her own house. Her mother was true to her word and when the sale went through she gave her ten thousand pounds.