It was the summer of 1967, and I was spending a few weeks at a camp at Echo Lake in the Sierras near Lake Tahoe. The camp had hikes into the mountains, and I chose to go on a long hike to the south to a place called Round Top Mountain. On the mountain were two high altitude lakes: Round Top and Winnemucca. We went to Round Top. On the hike up it was really hot. It was only girls on the hike, so we decided to do some sunbathing in a secluded area of the trail.
We had been lying there for some time, and some of the girls were asleep, lying across the trail. I heard male voices just before a large group of guys came around a corner in the trail and were right there. The guy in front asked what they should do, and I told them to just walk through, but don’t step on anyone. The guys were camping at Lake Winnemucca for the night.
After a few minutes, we decided that maybe this wasn’t a good place to be sunbathing, so we got dressed and hiked the rest of the way up to Round Top Lake. It was beautiful, and we set up camp. Some of the girls tried swimming in the lake, but it was really cold.
We had dinner, and then a friend and I went to find some firewood. It was about dusk, and while in the woods we met a couple of guys from the other group. They came over to us and we talked a bit. They were really cute, and both 16. My friend said she was getting a little cold, and one of the guys had her get in his jacket with him. The other guy asked if I would like to do that, and I said OK. His down jacket was big and warm, and he zipped it up around us. His arms were inside with us and he hugged me close as we talked. We had forgotten all about gathering wood, and we were just wandering through the woods. Somehow, the other guy and my friend got separated from us in the woods, so we decided to sit down and wait.
This whole time he had been rubbing my arms and sides with his hands to warm me up. It was working. I was getting warm. When we sat down, I turned in the jacket to kind of face him, and sat on his lap. We talked for a bit, and then he gave me a kiss and said he thought I was beautiful. I blushed and gave him a hug. Then he kissed me again, but this time it was a long deep kiss, and I returned it.
His hands found their way to my breasts under my t-shirt, and it sent shivers through me. But it wasn’t cold shivers. After a few minutes of this, his head disappeared down into the jacket, and he was sucking my breasts. I was getting so wet in my shorts, and I could feel his penis getting hard underneath me. I wriggled my bottom around a little, and then felt his hand between my legs, rubbing my slit. I thought about stopping him, but then I thought that I could stop him later, and it felt so good.
He leaned me back on the ground, and I felt my shorts being tugged down my legs. It was cold out, but I didn’t feel it. Then my shorts and panties were off, and he was lying on me, rubbing his penis on my vulva. I thought about stopping him again, but still decided to wait. It was feeling so good. I was so wet, and pretty quick he had slid right up into me. I thought, oh no, but I figured it was too late now, and that I wasn’t a virgin anymore, so I just let him stay there. But he wasn’t all the way in, and I felt him back out a little, and then push forward really hard, tearing right through my hymen, and going all the way in. Then I was sure it was time to stop, but he wasn’t going to stop until he was done, so he pounded in and out of me, with his balls slapping my butt every time he pushed in, until he pumped his sperm into me about five minutes later. I was in pain the whole time.
It wasn’t until I felt his sperm jetting into me that I worried about this being unprotected sex. But it was too late for that. I was very fertile, and I did get pregnant, but I miscarried the baby a couple of months later. When he was done, he asked me if I was OK. I told him I was. I got dressed and walked back to camp. I never even knew his name.
On the way back to camp, I found my friend, who had also had sex for the first time that evening. She later found she had gonorrhea. When we got to camp, we went swimming in the cold lake because we felt so dirty. It was actually more sitting in the water than swimming. And the dirt we felt wasn’t from lying on the ground either.
I learned some great lessons that night. If you wait to say no, it will often be too late by the time you do. But even if it seems like it’s too late, say it anyway. There may still be time. Girls can’t afford to just let things happen. There are consequences. Even though nobody actually found out I was pregnant, I always thought I had been punished, both by getting pregnant, and then by having the baby taken away. I’m just thankful I learned my lessons before AIDS appeared. Now, if you make the same mistake I did, it could cost you your life.
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