
I needed time out of the house. It had recently snowed and I felt restless not to be out in it. A friend I had been chatting with offered to take me out. I knew that there was more to the offer than was verbalized, but I liked him and figured I could deal with any unwanted advances, should they arise.
I've never been one that liked to get into a car and drive nowhere. I've always had a destination in mind, a practical purpose for going out. I don't ride for recreation. However, that day was different.
I climbed into his truck. I gave him my usual lines about how unfortunate it was that he drove a Ford truck. But secretly I fell in love with his heated seats. He drove us around the outskirts of town for a while. It was bright, sunny and very cold. I was smiling from ear to ear, happy to be out in the winter weather.
He drove into an empty parking lot and then proceeded to gun the engine. He put us into slides, skidding and making doughnuts in the parking lot. I laughed so hard I cried as I was being thrown around the cab like a rag doll. It was pure, simple, amazing, joy. And then he stopped the truck.
My laughing quieted. I wiped the tears from my eyes and sighed. It was the most fun I had had in a very long time. I smiled and went to tell him so and he grabbed me. The second time we had met, he asked me for a kiss. I told him no, even though I had wanted to. That day though, he didn't ask.
I reacted with shock and tried to push him way. Then quickly I realized there way no way I was going to be able to push him away, the guy was a giant. A split second after that, I knew I didn't want to push him away. His kiss was deep and demanding.
His hand reached around my neck, pulling me closer. I felt small and safe. I felt alive. I moved to deepen the kiss. That is when the pressure around my neck increased. He put my ear to his lips. "Suck my cock." My eyes flew open wide. That crossed the line. Fight or flight. There was no fucking way I was going to ....
With one hand he forced my face down to his lap and the other he had opened his jeans.
"Take it."
No. I pushed back against his grip. I used my arms to strike out. No. Nothing happened. I realized then that I didn't have a choice. Shocked and angry, my mind struggled to process what that meant.
"Take it!"
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled. I winced in pain and opened my mouth. He pushed my head down until I gagged on his cock. He moaned as I fought to breathe.
"Suck my cock. Do it. Now."
That was the beginning of our relationship. I still get turned on when he grabs me by the hair and I still fight when he tells me to 'take it'. However, the fight is only half hearted.
2 comments:
You tried to push me away? I never noticed.
Oso,
I must have liked it on some level, I invited you home.
S
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