NSFW Story [#22 of 100 Days of Sex]

He led her through the forest, moving branches out of the way so they wouldn’t get caught in her hair. The sun was setting and the trees were getting darker, her heart was pumping harder and the nerves began again, she was finding it difficult to see through the thick wildlife. A thousand things had been running through her mind “What am I doing?“, “I could just run back”, “Maybe they’ll think I’m cooler”. All the while her feet were taking her in the same direction as the person in front of her.

After having only a few brief encounters with this man before, all of which have had some sort of semi-forced sexual contact, he had now suggested a ‘walk in the forest’, which everyone knows to be code for ‘somewhere to have sex and not be seen’. She obliged, on some level she must have wanted this to happen – he was an attractive guy, and this was the first time she had someone interested in her in this way, feeling sexy and confident for most of the time, until he forced her head down to suck his dick that one time.. she didn’t want to but he insisted “Just give it a try, you might like it”, “Oh please, it’ll be so sexy”, “Don’t be frigid”. So she did, and he came in her mouth – forcing back her gag reflex, she swallowed but on the way home she threw up, she had wished she didn’t do it, and she wished he hadn’t had forced her.

She was getting the same feelings in her gut as she had before; did she really want to be doing this? She was a 15 year old girl – he must have been going on 25. She knew that this wasn’t right, but at the same time she liked the attention, both from the guy and her friends “Oh my God, he’s so fit!”, “You’re so lucky!”, “Wow, I wish I could get a guy like that”. So she carried on, even though perhaps she knew she didn’t really want to.

They had stepped off the footpath now, and he had taken her towards a tree, kissing her passionately and little too forcefully for her liking, he grabbed the back on her neck. Turning her around and bending her over he started to pull down her trousers. Standing up quickly, she said “No, not like that..” Back then she thought that position meant anal – unaware of this position which would later become her favourite. He accepted and walked a little further to a small opening, where he signalled her to lay down, she did and again he started to take off her trousers. He climbed on top o

f her, and began to kiss her again, his tongue invading her face and as she was laying down, she couldn’t pull back. The thoughts were still playing through her mind and his hand moved to her grab her boobs. He wasn’t gentle in his approach, he was harsh and unloving. He was just after a fuck and perhaps this would be OK. She would be known and ‘the girl who fucked that gorgeous man’ or maybe ‘the slag who had sex at 15’ He knelt back on his knees but to this day she was unsure if he put a condom on – her mind was too busy deciding her fate. He grinned at her and went straight for it, no gently easing it in instead he pounded into her, only the tip managed to go in as the pain ripped through and she let out a scream, he looked horrified and this was the moment she announced of her virginity, the guy looked petrified for a moment but relaxed and just said “OK”. Okay?! She thought, is that all you have to say.. OK? He moved back into position and began lining himself up again, her hands moved to push him off but he was much stronger than her. “Oh Come on, don’t be like that, it’ll be fine”, ‘No, I don’t want to anymore” she replied but he didn’t move. She began to panic and struggled more, fidgeting around, flailing her legs around so he couldn’t get it in and still trying to push him off. “Please stop, I don’t want to do this.” she whimpered a final plea, and to her surprise he did. He backed off and pulled up his trousers. Threw hers into her lap and walked off. No words had been said and she wasn’t sure if he would come back.

She sat here in astonishment for a moment before she pulled her trousers on and ran out the forest, in the opposite direction he went. Once she reached the main road she breathed a sigh of relief and walked back home, she could feel a throbbing coming from her vagina, and an uncomfortable pain as she walked. Tears welling in her eyes, she held them back as she approached her front door.  Her mum asking if she had a good time, she replied back to her that ‘it was great’ and went upstairs. Her first stop was the toilet, and as she wiped she saw blood, panic started again as she had no idea why – getting a small mirror she looked at herself in case he had ripped her, but she saw nothing. She would later Google search it, and find it was her hymen now broken.

She didn’t hear anything from the guy again, no text, no phone, didn’t see him around the village. It was as if he just disappeared. She was thrilled at this fact, for months after she was terrified to go anywhere on her own, in case they bumped into each other and he wanted to finish the job. She will never know why he let her go, and not just pin her down and fuck her, she remembers thinking how lucky she was as a few years later he was jailed for paedophilia, it could have been her. Although it wasn’t a good experience for her, it could have been worse and although she broke her hymen, she doesn’t consider that her lost virginity .. that happened a year later.

Consent is important. If someone is uncomfortable in any situation, the other must stop what they are doing, stop the activity and either go back to a level you’re both happy with or stop and leave it at that. Although this story is not a happy one or a sexy one, it is a true story. And I hope people will understand that sometimes more than one person is the culprit to how people react in certain situations. At the end of the day, it is YOU who will decide your fate, and what paths you choose. in this story, she was lucky she got away mildly unscathed but it could have ended differently.

Love,
71094-jess

#100daysofsex

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