I was 16 and thought I knew everything. I was 5’ 6’’ tall and 35, 24, 36, with shoulder length blond hair. Guys stared at me when I wore my bikini and worked on my tan that summer. I felt my parents were too restrictive and we fought all the time. I was not allowed to have a boyfriend. One day I had enough and I took off. Two days later, I was hitch hiking down this Indiana country road and got a ride in a pickup truck. The farmer had no wife, just 3 teenage sons. They offered to let me stay the night in the barn out back. That evening we sat around the kitchen table talking. I loved the attention of the three young men. I flirted with them like I always did with the boys at school. That was a big mistake. Later that evening I was real tired so I left them and went out to the barn to sleep. Just as I got settled on a pile of hay, I heard a noise. The eldest son, he was 18, walked into the barn carrying a lantern. He came close to me and hung the lantern up on a peg so he could see me better. Then I saw that he was naked. I screamed “NO”, hoping the others might help me. But all I heard was laughter coming from the house. They knew what was going to happen. He ordered me to undress, but I was frozen with fear. I kept screaming, so he grabbed my head and hit it against a beam. He kept banging my head against the beam until I passed out. When I came to, my blue jeans and panties were off. I had an ache between my legs and there was some blood on the hay. He had taken my virginity while I was passed out. I got dressed as fast as I could before another boy came into the barn. Even though it was midnight, I got back on the road right away. I couldn’t run, I was too sore. I just walked back in the dark towards home. 2 days later I got back home, sadder and a lot wiser.
