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Instead, he slithered towards me and firmly pressed his mouth against mine. He kissed me so aggressively I was taken aback. The first time we kissed it was as if I was kissing someone else entirely. He was gentle, his lips soft, his hands cradling my head. Now, his hands were sliding down my body- along my sides down to my hips and then he touched my chest and worked his way down.



I didn’t like these kisses as much but I didn’t stop him.



Quickly, his hands moved downward. I didn’t even notice his pants were unzipped. Maybe they were unzipped since he picked me because I didn’t think his hands ever left my body. I fought him as he finally let go of me and gripped something between our laps.



Next thing I knew something was invading me. Something unwelcomed and that tried to force its way into me. Breaking and entering into my innocence.



I tried to push him off amid the thrusts. But it only drove him in further. I couldn’t scream. It was as if I lost my voice once again. I just dug my nails into his back trying to cushion the pain. He whispered into my ear that he was glad I liked it rough, and I held on until it was over.    



Once he was off of me, I whimpered into my palms. So quietly that he didn’t even notice. When I got home, I mechanically went to my room disregarding my parents and fell apart.