Where it happened: Friends apartment (living room)
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I met a person named Dennis in high school. I was one of those kids who was into metal, skateboarding, and the occasional bit of partying when I could slip outside of the watchful eye of my parents. Dennis had moved in with his mother because of some problems with his father (parents were divorced and living in different states). When I met him we got along because we had mildly similar interests in music and recreational drug use (marijuana). His mother worked nights at a casino and did not care if her son and his friends drank beer. She did not approve of the marijuana use, but seldom complained about it. This was obviously not the type of environment where good things happened for someone my age, however the only trauma I ever seemed to suffer was a hangover late Saturday morning.
Dennis’ mother went through a myriad of men, it seemed there was a different one every other week. Her friends didn’t seem to do any better, but I never met any of them until I woke up one early morning during the summer of between my freshman and sophmore years in high school. I heard a commotion downstairs. When I went down I saw Dennis’ mother, what I presumed to be her boyfriend, and another woman named Jamie. I was casually introduced to the boyfriend and Jamie as a friend of the woman’s oldest son Dennis. I was then offered some alchohol. We played cards and soon Dennis’ mother and her boyfriend went upstairs to be more intimate, leaving Jamie and I alone to entertain ourselves.
Jamie and I were casually talking, about how I was doing in school and drinking. This woman was old enough to be my mother, and I had no thoughts about what was to follow. She asked me bluntly if I thought she was attractive, and I replied yes. She then asked me to kiss her. I did so, my judgement clouded by alcohol and the inexperience of youth. She then mentioned that she wanted to see, she never said what, just unzipped my jeans and put her hand in my pants and fumbled with my boxer shorts. An intoxicated woman, molesting a boy almost thirty years her junior, with nails, isn’t exactly the most graceful thing on earth now that I look back on it. She scratched my penis with her nails as she were trying to grasp it. Of course she apologized and it ended there.
The following weekend Jamie came home with Dennis’ mother again and I was at the apartment stoned and watching televison. I had not told Dennis or his mother of my previous encounter with Jamie, as I was afraid the police would get involved and Dennis’ mother would be implicated in some way. She wasn’t the most responsable lady in the world, but I did respect her because she provided me a safe environment in which to use marijuana and escape the pressures of teenage agnst, and let me be myself. I am sure if she was aware of Jamie’s attempted seduction, the shit would have hit the fan. That night I tried not to talk to Jamie in the bleak hopes she would not try to make another attempt at this seduction, I did not want it.
Later that evening though she found me alone and asleep on the couch. She stuck her hand down my pants again and started playing with my penis. Even though I consciously objected to her advances, I was asleep and my penis was aroused and eventually fully erect. I sat up to find my pants and Jamie’s underwear (she was wearing a skirt) on the floor, and Jamie on top of me, with my penis fully into her vagina. She began to move up and down with her legs bringing her vagina up and down on my penis. I will admit that even though I didn’t want it, for that few minutes Jamie having sex with me felt better then anything I had ever experienced in my life. I think it was maybe a minute or two until I came inside of her. I don’t think she had any satisfaction from the encounter, after all I was a virgin. I think in some sick way she thought I was sexually active and a strapping young lad with lots of endurance. Without a word she got off of me, stumbled somewhere upstairs and went to sleep.
I went home shortly afterwards. A few weeks went by and she tried to call my house asking for me, and I told her that I didn’t want to see her or continue anything ever again. I never heard from her after that. To this day I wish I had lost my virginity to one of the girls closer to my age, if at all. But life gives us people who sexually abuse the young, taking advantage of their innocense. Their is no doubt in my mind, that even if it felt good, I was raped. I never had a chance to say no. I wish some people here would shed light on reality instead of writing about there fantasies.
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