"I’ll do anything you want, just please, don’t do that!" "Will you really do anything? And I mean anything?
I like you, so I’ll give you another option, but I promise you won’t like it." "I’ll do anything, please!"
"Alright, you have two options. You can just lay there while I fuck you," "Anything is better than that. Anything!"
"Or, you give me a blow job, and I don't rape you.
Either way, I won't hurt you." The look on the girl’s face told him that he had
been right, and she didn’t like either option, but then, he had already known
that she wouldn’t. "I can’t decide that!" she protested, thinking to herself
that she believed him when he said he wasn't going to hurt her. She had no
reason to believe him, and it didn't make any sense, but she did.
"If you can’t, I will. But before you just flat out say you can’t decide, you have to put it in the
right perspective, which means figuring out which choice is, for you, the lesser of two evils. Is
it more important to you that you don’t cooperate in any way, or that you don’t get fucked?" She gave a
wry chuckle, then another, and again, until she was all out laughing.
Astonished, he asked, "What, what?" With difficulty, she explained through peals of pained laughter,
"I don’t know why I’m laughing, because it’s not funny, it’s horribly ironic. After the homecoming
dance, my date was determined to get into my pants, or at the very least get a blowjob, and I went
to a lot of trouble to convince him otherwise. Now I’m going to end up doing one or the other
with a guy I wouldn’t even choose to go to a dance with, let alone lose my virginity to." By the time she
finished speaking, she had completely stopped laughing, and her eyes were brimming with tears that she
stubbornly refused to let fall.
"You’re still a virgin?" he asked in shock. "I thought you said that you had been watching me for a long
time before you kidnapped me." she replied. "Well, yeah, I was." "Then how could you not know that I was a virgin?
I hardly ever go out, and when I do, I almost never go on a second date." "You don’t have to go on two dates
to fuck. And besides, you’re always going over to that guy you work with's house, so for all I know, you’ve
been fucking him." "No, I very much have not. He’s one of the few guys I know that I would have sex with,
but we’ve been friends for so long, it would be really weird. Why am I discussing this with you, you
kidnapped me." "You’re telling me this because you’re trying to postpone the inevitable. You really are a
virgin, huh?" "Yeah, I am."
"What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with a guy?" "When I was 11, there was this girl I was friends with,
and she had a twin brother, Laura and Luke. I knew them because their mom was dating a friend of my parents’
named Richard. One time, I guess it was a Friday or Saturday, my parents and I went over to Richard’s house,
and Laura and Luke and their older brother were watching movies in the rec room. Well, of course I curled
up on the couch to watch the videos while all the ‘old’ people talked upstairs. When my parents were
finally ready to go, we were in the middle of a movie, so I convinced them to let me stay.
When we all finally got ready for bed, it turned out that two of us would have to sleep on the floor in
the living room, with one on the little couch, or one of us would have to sleep on the second couch in the
rec room. Laura and Luke always slept in the same room (At their house they had a really big Chinese screen
in the middle of their room), and I wasn’t going to sleep downstairs because I thought their older brother
was weird. He was just a normal teenager, but at the time, I thought that was weird.
So anyway, Luke was the shortest of the three of us, so Laura and I decided he should sleep on the couch.
He couldn’t fall asleep on the couch, so he wanted to sleep on the floor, but there were only enough pillows
for Laura and me. He wanted to share Laura’s pillow, but she wouldn’t let him, so I did. Anyway, when we were
all saying goodnights, I gave him a kiss. It was on the lips, but it was just a goodnight kiss. It wasn’t even
long enough to qualify as a peck, but at the time, I thought it was such a big deal. I had kissed a guy who
wasn’t related to me! I can’t even remember the actual kiss now, but at the time, it was so important.
Anyhow, that’s the furthest I’ve ever gone with a guy. I’ve never even really kissed anyone." "What about the
guy at Homecoming?" he asked. "He just wanted to do what he wanted. He didn’t bother to kiss me before he
started trying to grope me." she replied. "Trying?" he asked. "Yeah. The first grab I just moved his hand
away from me, but he didn’t get the message. His second try, I shoved him away and told him to quit it and
the third time I punched him, and I was wearing a ring with really sharp points. He finally got the message,
and unlocked the car." "How did he lock you
in the car?" "It was the kind with a switch that locks and unlocks it, and when the car is turned off,
the little switch doesn’t work, so you can’t get out if it’s locked." she explained.
"Oh. So you’ve never really kissed anyone?" "No. Why do you care? Why are you being kind of nice, and talking
to me? Why don’t you just do whatever you’re going to do and get it over with?" "Because I want to talk to you.
Besides, you haven’t made the decision. No, don’t say anything. I know, you can’t
possibly decide, so I'll decide for you. Come here." She moved towards him automatically, then
stopped when she realized what she was doing.
He held out his hand. "Just come here. I promise I won’t take it as any sort of
consent." She put her hand in his, and scooted across the sofa. She stopped just
before her knees touched his. He noticed that during the conversation, she had
curled her legs under her on the sofa, so she was sitting comfortably, rather
then carefully stiff as she had originally been. She gave him an apprehensive,
and very slightly (he didn’t think even she realized) excited look. He wasn’t
completely surprised, as he had been going to a lot of trouble to relax her, but
was surprised at how well it seemed to be working.
He reached up and gently brushed his knuckles down her cheek, then slid his hand
so he was cupping her chin and turned her head ever so slightly towards him. She
pressed her face into his hand every so slightly, but then seemed to realize
what she was doing, stopped, and stiffened up. He mentally sighed, but decided
to continue what he had been doing, and started to lean towards her with the
unmistakable intention of kissing her. He sighed out loud when she twisted her
head away from him.