It's been a whirlwind few weeks so please bear with me. He's 28 and I'm 22, we've known each other for 4 years. We met at university.
It all happened because of a stupid comment. I was complaining about my dating life, nothing new, and he was sympathizing. After telling him about a particularly bad date with a guy that tried to come home with me and refused to leave, he was shocked and said something like "damn I'm sorry, that's really horrible."
I shrugged. "I''ve had way worse." It just slipped out, I didn't mean to share it so casually, but naturally that invited curiosity.
I tried to downplay it, "it happens to every woman, it wasn't that bad, I'm fine". I was so uncomfortable, trying to shrink and be swallowed by the couch. But he looked serious.
"What happened?" He said, putting an arm on my shoulder. It felt comforting. Warm. Safe. I opened up.
A lot of what I told him I can't repeat because I was underage. But I can repeat what I told him about the time I went out for my 18th birthday, only to get roofied and found in a bathroom stall. The time I went home with a girl at 20 and woke up to her fingering me while I was unconscious. The times in my adult life I told a guy no or stop or slow down and they didn't listen. I was a crying mess by the end of it, half because of the memories it brought up, half because I was so uncomfortable talking about it. But it was like my mouth couldn't stop, I just kept rambling and telling him everything.
But then I felt something hard against my hand. I looked down and noticed he was hard. I just sat in shocked silence for a little bit.
He started apologizing and I reassured him that it was okay, really. That it turned me on too sometimes. He groaned at that, and it was like he couldn't control himself any longer.
In a second he got on me so he was pinning me down against the couch. I remember he felt so heavy, and was so close I could smell the scent of his woody cologne. He looked so... Hungry, looking down at me. I looked him in the eyes "Please don't." I think he took it as a challenge.
He slapped me. Tentatively the first time then hard. I cried out and held my cheek but he just pulled my head back by my hair. I was ugly crying now. Telling him no over and over, trying to get away. But he was basically sitting on me, so I wasn't going anywhere.
He tangled his hands in my hair and he kissed me. I didn't kiss him back, just cried into his mouth. I remember the gross feeling as his tongue explored my mouth and he pawed at my body. I felt so violated, much more because he was a friend.
I jumped again when his hand made his way under my skirt and into my underwear. He wasted no time pushing a finger in. "You're wet," he commented, "good girl." I was.
I guess he took that as permission because one turned to two and two turned to three. I was starting to feel good from his fingers, so much so that the pleasure was overtaking my revulsion. He made me taste myself as he pushed my panties to the side. "So, what else did they do to you?"
He pinched my nipples and ran his hands through my hair until I gave in and talked. I told him about the time one of my ex boyfriends took my clothes and made me ride him in a car park, threatening to make me walk home naked if I didn't. He started moving my panties to the side and pushing in me so I stopped talking. "Did I say stop?"
It hurt, he wasn't very long but he was very thick and I felt like I was being stretched out. Like a burning tearing feeling. But I persevered, telling him about how I was raped as he raped me again.
He was gentle and rough at the same time. I felt him deep inside me. Each thrust he pulled out most of the way before slamming back in me. At the same time, he whispered sweet nothings. I felt so disconnected from my body, my mind was saying one thing but I couldn't concentrate at all. I was crying but moaning at the same time. It felt surreal.
At one point he flipped us around so I was on top riding him. That's when I lost it. I came, hard, and he followed not long after. I started sobbing again immediately after as a wave of emotion crashed in me. He cuddled me and shushed me and it felt so good I fell asleep.
Next thing I remember was waking up in his bed. We didn't address the night before. He acted all sweet like nothing happened, kissing my forehead and cuddling me. That is, until the next time he got horny.
Eventually I just became his. It got to a point where we were together all the time and he was using me whenever he wanted, raping me frequently. He started calling me his girlfriend to our other friends and I started calling him my boyfriend. Now I'm his.
