Cherry met David at a party. David was 23 and told Cherry he was a drummer in a band. Cherry was 17 and told David she was 20.
He invited her over to his place, told her some friends were dropping by and they might jam. Impressed, Cherry said she would be there.
When she arrived the lights and the music were turned down low. David handed her a glass of something. It tasted like pineapple juice and she slurped it through the straw.
David took her around and introduced her to a few people. Everyone seemed to be smoking pot. David would have a toke at each little party. Cherry had never smoked pot; she didn’t really want to, but she wanted to impress this group of older more sophisticated people so she tried to pretend to smoke and not inhale.
She finished her drink just as David led her into his bedroom. An alarm sounded in the back of her mind but before she could react she was sitting on his bed. He pushed her hair from her cheek and kissed her like Cherry had never been kissed before. “None of the boys in high school kiss like this” she thought as David eased her back onto the bed. David kissed her neck and fondled her breasts. He placed his hand on her thigh and the room begun to spin.
“No” she said.
That was the last thing she remembered.
If my title sounds familiar take a step back in time…The Beat Goes On