"Relax," he said. "Just relax."
He began to kiss her again. His lips felt good against her own. He pressed harder and she began to feel frightened again. He left her lips and started kissing her throat. He really did have experienced lips. He was making her buzz again and this time it wasn't alcohol. She felt strangely warm between her thighs. No man had ever done that to her.
She felt his fingers an the top buttons of her blouse.
"Come on," Carl said. "Let's get to fucking." She went cold again.
CHAPTER TWO
"Goddamn it!" Tim said bitterly. "Can't you guys keep your mouths shut?"
"But I want to get on it," Carl protested. Tim stood up with his hands on his hips. Carl looked down at the ground.
"You four take a walk down the path. I'll call you when I'm finished."
"But what if she gets violent again?"
Tim looked down at Erica. "She won't. She doesn't like getting beaten up, and she knows that'll happen if she tries anything again."
The other four looked reluctant to leave. Tim walked toward them.
"Get out of here," he said.
Erica watched as each boy turned and walked away. Tim waited until they had vanished down the wood path. Then he turned back to Erica.
"Why did you send them away?" Erica asked.
"Because I don't like all that company," he shrugged.
Again he bent down beside Erica. She felt his strong arms go around her shoulders and he pulled her close to him. Surely, Erica thought, she couldn't be feeling this way about a young boy, a boy she didn't even like. But his lips were searching out hers again and she couldn't pull her face away.
"Kiss me, Erica," he said. "Kiss me like you really mean it."
She didn't know what he meant, but she opened her mouth to his probing tongue. She felt warm again as his tongue entered her mouth and brushed against hers. She tried to draw his tongue deeper into her mouth, forgetting that she was being raped.