VISIONS FROM THE PAST (a true story)

I lay there with the bottom part of my body exposed to him and he stood there and just stared at me for a moment.  Then he started to unzip his pants and started talking.

“I’m gonna do something to you you’re gonna love.  It’s gonna hurt at first but afterwards it’s gonna feel real good.  Um gonna make you scream girl.  Just be real still while I get ready.” He said.

The more he talked, the more afraid I became.  I remembered the way Yvette had explained to us girls how grownups had sex.  I did’nt want to do this and I thought about jumping up from the bed and running out the door and to the store with Grandma Watkins.  Just as I was about to make a move to jump up from the bed, his pants fell to the floor around his ankles.  He had on a pair of dingy white underwear.  Then he reached his hand inside and pulled out a long black piece of meat.  It was his private.  I looked at it in spite of the fear that I felt. This thing was scary looking.  It was thick, black and ugly.  He noticed how I stared at it.

“Yeah you like this don’t you?   Don’t worry, you’re gonna feel it slide right in between those purty little legs of yours.  Come here, I want you to feel it.” He said.

He reached for my hand and pulled me up towards his body.  He moved closer to the bed and reached for my hand pulling it towards his private.  When my hand came in contact with it, it felt nasty, and funny.  He wrapped my fingers around it and it jerked causing me to snatch my hand back in fear.  But he took it back telling me that it was ok; that it was just happy to be touched and that it hadn’t been touched in a long time and I had to keep making it happy.  He placed my hand back around it and it jerked again.  He started moving my hand up and down on it.   I wanted to move my hand so bad, but he wrapped his own hand around mine keeping it there firmly. 

“Ah that feels so good.  Keep making it happy.  That’s right just like that.  Oh I can’t wait any longer.  He kept talking.

He moved my hand and pushed his underwear down around his ankles and took one foot out of them.  Then he started to climb in the bed on top of me.  His weight on me nearly took my breath away.  I wanted to scream but I was already out of breath trying to keep breathing with him on top of me.  He spread my legs far apart until he finally adjusted his heavy body on mine. 

“Here it comes baby.  Just be still.  He directed

I already knew what he was about to do.  I remembered again, what Yvette had said about people having sex and what Scott had almost done to me.  That’s what he was about to do to me.  He was breathing strongly and his breath stunk badly.  He took one of his hands and reached down and between our bodies.  I didn’t know what he was doing at first until he touched me in my private, rubbing back and forth.  My mind kept screaming for Grandma Watkins to walk through that door.  I wondered what she would do if she saw what her friend was doing to me. 

He moved his hand for a moment and shifted on me again reaching further down.  Then I felt something else between my legs where his fingers had just been.  I could tell it wasn’t his finger this time because it was thicker.  I realized what it was when I felt a pressure pushing into me.  His breathing became heavier in my ear and I kept my head turned to the side toward the open doorway still hoping that Grandma Watkins would suddenly appear and snatch him off of me.  I tried not to think about what he was doing. 

He kept pushing and pushing in me, but it didn’t really hurt.  It was just the pressure of him pushing up against me.  It was somewhat painful already with him lying on top of me with him being so heavy.  He suddenly cursed.

“God you so tight, but I can fix that.” He said.

I took a chance and peeked up into his sweaty face. He was breathing so hard, I thought and prayed that he would pass out or something.  He took his hand and reached for his mouth.  I had no idea what he was about to do until he took two of his fingers and spit on them.  Then he reached back down between our bodies and began to rub his fingers back and forth inside my private.  I didn’t understand why he was doing that.  All I knew is it was nasty and it made me want to take a bath.  At least it didn’t hurt like he said it would.