Where it happened: In my room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I met up with my best friend at the time Jesse to do some christmas shopping and he had decided to bring a friend to go with us. Instead of shopping, though, we went back to Jesse’s house and cooked macaroni and cheese and hung out. Every time Gene passed me he would kind of hold me and gently shift me around so he could get by. It seemed so loving, and I had just broken up with my boyfriend (who I later got back together with and then broke up with again… two more times) who hadn’t ever had that loving touch. He was not a touchy-feely person. I am, so whenever Gene would just touch me I felt so good to finally be touched, even if just to shift me aside. At the time Gene had a girlfriend, but he kept ignoring Jesse whenever he would bring up Gene’s girlfriend; I did too. After that, I went to go see my little brothers concert, and Gene said he would walk me.
We walked arm-in-arm to the train station. He told me he was taking me to the closest subway station, but I knew that there was one 5 blocks closer than the one that he took me to. He knew it too. He asked for my number and said he’d call me.
That night I got a call from him asking if he could hang out, and I told him that I could and that my parents weren’t home so I didn’t really have a curfew. He took that to mean that he could come over; that was fine with me too. When he got to my house, he started playing music on my computer and just talking to me. He was so good at just talking about nothing. Then he started to kiss me. Next thing I knew he was grasping at my bra and we were touching each other any where we could get our hands on. Eventually he asked me if I had had sex before. I told him no. He asked me if I wanted to. I told him no. He said okay and we kept kissing. Then he asked again. I said no. We kept kissing. Then again… I said yes.
I immediately regretted it because I spent most of the times with my legs spread trying to slide in. Once he did it hurt… a lot. He didn’t seem to care and just kept going.
The next day I texted him to say hi. He had already moved on.
I still get occassional texts from him asking if we can hang out, which I know translates into him wanting to have sex again. The last time he did that I said “okay” and left him waiting outside of my house for an 20 minutes. In those 20 minutes, I had 19 missed calls from him.
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