“Bria, what’s wrong? You’re being weird, stop being weird. The whole reason London and I were together was being she moved fast paced along with me. Now I’m not gunna sit here and sell you that dream, because that’s not why we’re here, but we are here to have a good time.”
He started to tug at my thong, even though I was struggling against it. I used every excuse in the book to stop what I dreaded was about to happen. “You don’t even have a condom. What if I have AIDS? What if YOU have AIDS?” In my mind, I knew this wasn’t his first time at the rodeo, so stalling was my only option. We kept going back and forth with my struggling words against his persistent ones.
“Just relax.”
“Relax? reLAX???” I was far from relaxed and close to agitated. The look in his eyes made me think of Genesis in the bible: “and the serpent said unto the woman, ye shall not surely die.” - Genesis 3:4
I don’t know how he managed but my panties were then down. I felt a lick in my nether regions and thought to myself what are my options. I didn’t really have any with the position I was currently in, especially with the unwanted euphoria steadily creeping through my veins. I figured the only way he would let me go home was to get it over with. I swear to god 20 minutes passed before I finally caved, all for a minute and thirty seconds of pleasure. “Your ass is so nice, baby. Your skin is so smooth.” It wasn’t that I didn’t necessarily want to, just not under those circumstances. And what’s a 93 lb girl to do when she’s being held on to by her legs. His dikk was warm, yes because of body heat, but there was something else about it. He wanted me and he wanted me right then and there. I was propped up over the edge of the roof, with the pleats of my dress spread over the top of my ass. With my face turned away from him, it was like a game of peekaboo, and when his pecker peeked, I sure said boo. I would have never imagined his package as substantial as it was, but it made me realize why the girls come around.
While he was pounding me I thought about it. I couldn’t call it rape since I eventually consented so I just braced myself for the remainder of it. He pulled out and came on the floor, all but a drop that made way onto my dress. At this point, I had no words or feelings. I just wanted to go home. I could picture my grandmother shaking her head at me in my mind. “I warned you,” she would say.
Ian kissed me on the cheek and we walked back down the stairs. As soon as we got into the apartment he disappeared yet again.