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Unwanted Sex
Posted:05/05/2006
Views: 26,420
Grade: B
Comments 9
If this helps just one woman to tell someone about her rape or protects one woman from being raped, then that’s all that matters.
The Night
It was going to be an amazing night. Reading Day Eve caused such commotion. It was a natural adrenaline high for all college students. It was a way to release all the tension and feelings of terror about the upcoming finals: a night to party and not worry about finals until the next day.
Earlier that day, I had decided to respond to a message from a guy that thought I was attractive on HotorNot.com, a dating website. His name was Thomas; he seemed to be getting on well with his life and seemed to be taking care of himself, as I could see by his relatively attractive face and strong arms. We exchanged screen names and began chatting on AOL instant messenger.
We seemed to be clicking right from the start. He said all the right things, and was coy and funny at just the right times. He only lived a few minutes away and begged for me to at least meet him. I fell for him because I was just that damn lonely. A companion, even for a few hours, appealed to me.
We talked for only a few short minutes on the phone and I grabbed my bags and headed outside to his already warm car. He seemed nice, things were going well, the conversation was flowing. He turned into his driveway and I saw three cars there, but no lights were shining from inside the house. My heart jumped in my throat. Something didn’t feel right. My eyes darted towards his, but he jokingly shoved off my feelings by commenting “Oh, they are asleep. Come on inside, it will only be a minute.”
We went down to his room and sat on his unmade bed. The TV was blaring in the background. I began to focus my attention on it. He inched closer to me. His hands glided up to my throat and pulled my lips to his. I gave in; this was the affection that I had been dying for, even if it was from someone for whom I had no real feelings. Things started to go faster; my world was spinning around me.
Clothes came off left and right, but willingly. When he began to unbutton his pants, I immediately yelled out, “We are not having sex! I’m still a virgin; I don’t want to do that!”
He nodded and said, “There are plenty of other things we can do besides sex.” I agreed and continued to make out with him. He then took off the rest of his clothing and my throat closed.
“What the hell are you doing?” I said.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like this,” and with that, he brought his body towards me and pushed himself on top of me.
I shut down. My mind went racing, trying desperately to cling to something good and happy, trying to sort out this horrible disaster. Things like “Aren’t you glad I’m doing this?” or “Doesn’t it feel good?” escaped his snakelike lips. All I could do was whimper quietly; my mind soared off into another world. When he finished, he got up and slammed the bathroom door behind him. I lay there in silence, breathing heavily and ready to throw up. He came back and snuggled his disgusting body close to me. He groaned out, “I have a headache,” and we headed to his car. I then clutched his hand. I was desperately afraid he would hurt me worse than he already had if I didn’t remain calm and collected.
Ready to scream as we pulled next to my dorm, he grabbed my hand as I began to step out. “Thanks for the ride,” he cooed and placed another slimy kiss on my lips.
I stood there in silence. I walked up the steps to my room. I struggled to pull myself up the stairs and looked at my pale reflection in the mirror. My face was stained and glistening wet. I just stared at the horror in the reflection. I took a breath and pushed myself on, continuing to my best friend’s room, determined to get the bastard back for what he had just done to me.
The Night
It was going to be an amazing night. Reading Day Eve caused such commotion. It was a natural adrenaline high for all college students. It was a way to release all the tension and feelings of terror about the upcoming finals: a night to party and not worry about finals until the next day.
Earlier that day, I had decided to respond to a message from a guy that thought I was attractive on HotorNot.com, a dating website. His name was Thomas; he seemed to be getting on well with his life and seemed to be taking care of himself, as I could see by his relatively attractive face and strong arms. We exchanged screen names and began chatting on AOL instant messenger.
We seemed to be clicking right from the start. He said all the right things, and was coy and funny at just the right times. He only lived a few minutes away and begged for me to at least meet him. I fell for him because I was just that damn lonely. A companion, even for a few hours, appealed to me.
We talked for only a few short minutes on the phone and I grabbed my bags and headed outside to his already warm car. He seemed nice, things were going well, the conversation was flowing. He turned into his driveway and I saw three cars there, but no lights were shining from inside the house. My heart jumped in my throat. Something didn’t feel right. My eyes darted towards his, but he jokingly shoved off my feelings by commenting “Oh, they are asleep. Come on inside, it will only be a minute.”
We went down to his room and sat on his unmade bed. The TV was blaring in the background. I began to focus my attention on it. He inched closer to me. His hands glided up to my throat and pulled my lips to his. I gave in; this was the affection that I had been dying for, even if it was from someone for whom I had no real feelings. Things started to go faster; my world was spinning around me.
Clothes came off left and right, but willingly. When he began to unbutton his pants, I immediately yelled out, “We are not having sex! I’m still a virgin; I don’t want to do that!”
He nodded and said, “There are plenty of other things we can do besides sex.” I agreed and continued to make out with him. He then took off the rest of his clothing and my throat closed.
“What the hell are you doing?” I said.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like this,” and with that, he brought his body towards me and pushed himself on top of me.
I shut down. My mind went racing, trying desperately to cling to something good and happy, trying to sort out this horrible disaster. Things like “Aren’t you glad I’m doing this?” or “Doesn’t it feel good?” escaped his snakelike lips. All I could do was whimper quietly; my mind soared off into another world. When he finished, he got up and slammed the bathroom door behind him. I lay there in silence, breathing heavily and ready to throw up. He came back and snuggled his disgusting body close to me. He groaned out, “I have a headache,” and we headed to his car. I then clutched his hand. I was desperately afraid he would hurt me worse than he already had if I didn’t remain calm and collected.
Ready to scream as we pulled next to my dorm, he grabbed my hand as I began to step out. “Thanks for the ride,” he cooed and placed another slimy kiss on my lips.
I stood there in silence. I walked up the steps to my room. I struggled to pull myself up the stairs and looked at my pale reflection in the mirror. My face was stained and glistening wet. I just stared at the horror in the reflection. I took a breath and pushed myself on, continuing to my best friend’s room, determined to get the bastard back for what he had just done to me.
- Westminster College
Editors Note:
I love that you women are strong enough to share your nightmare experiences for the good of others.
Comments
I agree with everyone. The only reason I do is because it just shows how many things can be mistaken for another. I dont know that you could call this rape. I would call it a misunderstanding. However, she did proclaim " Im a Virgin..etc..." but all that means to a guy is " im a virgin who hasnt done that yet and doesnt know how great it is!" Whoever it was that said that women tend to give in, because they dont want to push the men away, are correct. Woman dont have as much of an ego as men do and we hate when people dont like us even if we say we dont care. I think we have all imagined what it would be like if we were in this situation. " If I fight back then maybe it could get violent?..." " better to just deal with it and never see him again". So many thoughts. If this girl is a virgin, she sure doesnt act like one and if she has been talking to him all of this time he should have had a better understanding of her. Maybe a first date, ESPECIALLY an INTERNET first date should not be alone or you should drive yourself and meet him next time! All is taken in and learned from.
My heart goes out to the young lady telling this story. I know how difficult it is to be assertive when you are frightened and confused and lonely at the same time. "Deer in the headlights" is not just a phrase; fear can cause people to freeze, and often makes people docile. On the other hand, I can easily imagine that the guy didn't realize that he was hurting her or doing anything wrong. He could be thinking, "she said no, so I backed off and did some other things, until she was ready". Guys, the best strategy is to never have sex on the first date, even when you are certain she wants it. Women often give mixed signals because they don't want to push you away, but they don't warm up as quickly as you. Instead, play *her* game: get her horny, then back off. Do this and over and over until she practically rapes you, then you will both enjoy the sex much more. If you spend two or three flirtatious evenings with her before having sex, you might become great friends, too. You might even fall in love, which makes the sex even better.
For all of those who blamed this girl who has the courage to put up her story...Why don't you get your heads out of your asses and look at why you REALLY reacted in this way? Odds are, you are either male and have similarly violated someone, or you are female and would like to either rationalize your own experience or judge other people. When someone means no, it means no...Period. For those who said that she "led him on", just because a person agrees to one level of sexual intimacy, this is NOT an open invitation for someone to do whatever they want! If someone gave you a gift of money, would this entitle you to take their entire wallet? Of course not...it is stealing unless the person has freely and willingly GIVEN you the money. Similarly, if there was not freely given consent, it was rape or sexual assault. Oh...and the fact that some blame her for going into the house??? How many of you have not gone to the house of someone you didn't know for a party? Does this give them the right to do whatever they want to you? I don't think so... and, for those who blame her for not leaving when she felt threatened, I hope that someday you come across a situation in which you were truly terrified...THEN maybe you can judge this girl. It's AMAZING how many ignorant people there are out there!
next time baby girl just speak up i know it can be scary to tell a man no especially if your lonely and want someone to like,lust,or love you. your strong you handled the situtatition prefectly, but dont blame no one for what happeded unless it was the man that did it to you
She told him her we're not having sex, but then proceeds to take her clothes off??? She felt threatened but then stayed there??? I'm not justifying what happened.....BUT ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, come on. Making him horny,she should respect and understand his emotions. The world does not stop and start at our convenient.
This is either a guide how to not write a rape story or the stupidest girl on the planet.. Helllowww: doesn't know the guy, goes alone to dark house, has very bad feeling, goes in anyway, leads the guy on, makes him horny, pretends she doesn't want it, let's him go further...I mean come on.
i want to thank you for your story. i have been raped three times and never spoke up about it until i wrote my story on here. it feels good to know that i am not alone and that someone else knows what i am going through. you are a strong person and are very couragous. i hope that you have been able to move on in life despite this atrocity.
How does your bestfriend figure into this story and how is it his fault? You seem to have made all the decisions that got you into this situation...It should never have happened but blame the guy who did it