I drank more than I should’ve at that party. Fuck. My friends are about to leave and my ride dipped. Whatever. I’ll walk. It’s not that far, plus it will sober me up.
I say my goodbyes before stumbling out the door. The air outside is warm. It’ll be a nice walk. I walked for about 20 minutes before a car pulled up next to me.
The window rolls down. It’s the guy I met at the party. And maybe I should be nervous but the walk is nice and I’m still drunk. “Remember me?” he asks.
I laugh, “Yeah I do.” “Yup, do you need a ride?” He’s smiling, he has nice teeth. “Eh, I’m fine, my house isn’t far from here.” His smile turns to a smirk, “I’m sure you know a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be walking home by yourself. Especially with the state you’re in.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the state I’m in, and it’s perfectly safe out here,” I laugh out. “Oh I wouldn’t be so sure about that, darling… how ‘bout you hop in. I’ll give you a ride.”
“I don’t know.” “C’mon, free of charge.” I know maybe I shouldn’t, but it’s still kinda far and he seems nice enough. After a moment I decided to get into the car. I gave him directions.
He drives slow, probably because he’s also drunk, or at the very least tipsy. As he drives, I can’t help but look at him. He’s handsome, the car smells like him. He smells like cigarette smoke and very nice cologne. The smoke adds depth to his scent and it’s not overpowering in a dirty smoker way.
“So what happened to your boyfriend?” he asks, breaking the silence. “Boyfriend?” I question, confused. “Yeah, the tall guy you were at the party with?”
“Oh, he was just my ride. Not my boyfriend.” He apologises for the misunderstanding and silence falls over us again until we get to my house. “You live alone or somethin’?”
“What?” “No cars?” I shake my head, “I don’t live alone, this is my parents house. They’re on vacation.” “Ah, I see,” he says as I get out of the car.
“Well stay safe sweetheart.” A laugh comes from my lips, “Yeah you too weirdo.” The house is quiet and dark. So I turn some lights on as I walk through on my way to the bathroom.
I shower and put on jammies before going to the living room to watch some Youtube videos. After about an hour it’s time for bed. I turn off the TV and go pee before going to my room. Upon opening the door I could smell smoke, not from a fire, but from a cigarette.
Weird. I turn on the light. The window is open across the room. I don’t remember opening it before leaving for the party. Whatever I probably just forgot. I cross the room to shut it. As it slides down I hear the door behind me swing shut.
I can’t help but jump and turn around. I come face to face with the guy from the party. The guy that gave me a ride, is standing in my room with a smile on his face. I turn straight back to the window.
If I can’t get out the door, the window is how I’ll have to get out. I barely get it open before there is a hand on the back of my neck, he spins me back towards the room. I hit the ground. He shuts and locks the window.
“Didn’t mommy teach you to check the doors and windows before settling down?” Tears burst from me, I start to scoot away. Maybe I can get out the door. He walks close and grabs my arm. Picking me up and bringing me to him, making my face level with his.
“I’m gonna teach you why it is you should do that, baby.” “Please don’t hurt me,” I sob. He touches my cheek, wiping a tear away, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll be gentle.”
I shake my head and begin to yell, certainly a neighbor will here my cries for help. My cries for help are silenced when he slaps me hard, “Shut the fuck up! Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!”
I don’t say anything now, tears flow freely. He wipes my cheeks again. “Baby, I said I’d be gentle. I just need you to behave, okay?” There’s no use fighting. He’s bigger than me, stronger than me. I nod. What else could I do.
“Be a good boy… lay down.” My hands won’t stop shaking as I walk to my bed. I lay in the middle of it. He stands to the left of me and takes off his belt. He leans down and begins to rub his hands all over me, I close my eyes.
Maybe I can go somewhere else. Maybe I can pretend this isn’t happening. I feel his face right in front of mine. He kisses my nose and says in a sweet voice, “Open your eyes.” I do as I’m told.
“Do you know why this is happening?” Why would I know that? I’m not the one molesting me. I shake my head. “Do you want me to tell you why?” I nod. He grabs my hands, “Well baby, it’s because I care. It’s not gonna feel like it, but if I don’t do this someone else would. And well sweetheart you can trust that they wouldn’t be nearly as nice as me.”
There is nothing to say to him. So I close my eyes again. He tells me to take my shirt off. I do. A chuckle comes from him, “Awe, you’ve got freckles everywhere, huh?” He puts his hand between my legs, “Got any here?”
I grab his hand and push him away, “Please don’t do anything, don’t hurt me. I won’t tell anyone you were here or that anything happened if you leave. Please, just leave me alone.”
He grabs my face, “Darling, you won’t say anything either way. Now this is the last time I’m gonna warn you to fucking behave or I’m gonna hurt you worse than you’ve ever been hurt before. Do you understand me?” I blink at him before nodding.
“Good, now lay back and be grateful.” Again, I do as I’m told and lay back down. He grabs the waistband of my pants and pulls them down before getting between my legs.
His clothes remain on, he just takes his pants down far enough to pull his cock out. I turn my head away so I don’t have to look at him. I can hear him stroke it a few times before he reaches between my legs to touch me. I flinch at the feeling of his fingers exploring me.
“Oh, you’re wet. Are you a virgin?” I don’t say anything. He laughs, “You are, huh. I bet that doesn’t stop you from being a nasty little slut though. You’ve been just waiting for someone to want you that bad.” He grabs my face hard, his fingers digging into my cheeks. “Open your eyes.” I do as he says.
“Tell me you want me to rape you.” I shake my head, “I don’t.”
I don’t want to say that. So I don’t.
He hits me again and my head lulls to the side from the force of it. “I’m sorry! I do.”
“No, honey. I want you to say it.” My face is turning red. Tears are leaking down my temples and wetting my hair and the pillow under my head. I take a deep breath, “I want you to rape me.”
He moans at my words. I want to close my eyes again. “Well then, it’s not really rape is it?” I stay quiet. “I asked you a question.” “No.”
He smiles, “Didn’t think so. Open your legs for me.” I spread my legs open and he slots himself between them. I feel his cock rub against my boycunt and I snap my eyes shut so I don’t have to look at him. He lets out a moan as he pushes his cock against my wet hole.
It slides in and I can’t help the noise that escapes my mouth from the large intrusion. He kisses the side of my head.
“Yeah, don’t worry baby. No one’s home so you can moan as loud as you want.” My heart is pounding and my breathing picks up and soon his entire cock is buried in my boycunt.
When he starts thrusting I bite down hard on my lip. I don’t want to make any noise. It shouldn’t feel good but his cock is big and I think I like the stretch of it. It’s wrong. It’s rape. I can’t like it. But when his hand slips between us to rub my clit I begin to moan. He’s been vocal the whole time, moaning and groaning with each thrust.
“Awe baby you sound so pretty on my cock.” I try to deny the heat building in my stomach. I shake my head and panic as the urge to cum overtakes me. “Wait, no, no, stop.”
It leaves my mouth as he ruts into me pushing me over the edge as he rubs my clit with precision I’ve never felt before. I moan as I cum on his cock. I didn’t want to. But he feels so good.
“Yeah, that’s right baby. You take me so fucking good.” By the third time I cum on his cock I’m pliant, doing whatever he wants me to do. When his mouth finds mine in a kiss, I don’t kiss back. He hits my face. Then kisses me again. I kiss back this time, his hot tongue forces it’s way into my mouth. Without thinking I suck it further into mine. He pulls back, smiling, no smirking.
“See baby, I knew you wanted this.” Then he’s kissing me again. His thrusts become sloppy and harder and I feel his cock twitch inside of me. He moans loudly as he fills me up with a hot load. I cum again, clenching around his cock. He buries his face against my neck until he’s done thrusting.
After a few moments he pulls out. I turn away from him, he kisses my head, puts his cock away and leaves the room. When he comes back he has a warm washcloth, a cup of water and some of my dad’s pajamas. He cleaned me up, made me drink the water and changed into the clothes before getting into bed with me.
“Don’t worry honey, I’ll grow on you.”
