From that moment, I just knew I was going to end up in the news dead at twenty three years old from being raped, stabbed, or shot.  Before he put the truck in drive, he leaned over towards me and we started tongue kissing, which led to us ending up in a hotel room, which he’d paid for.  I was hoping he wouldn’t ask me for any money because I didn’t have any.

Once in the room, we kissed and kissed.  The kisses began to get more and more intense.  He then knelt down to spread my legs open wide and then kissed me all the way up my thighs until his manhood was deep inside of me.  I wanted to scream at first.  He pressed against my vaginal walls so hard, I was spellbound.  I kept grinding my hips against his.  He was moaning and so was I.  It was as though we were in love or something and I didn’t know this man at all.

“What the hell am I doing?”  I kept asking myself.  Part of me felt guilty after it was over.  Nathan and I just stared each other.  After it was over, my cell phone kept ringing.  I looked down at it and it was Cecil.  I couldn’t bare it anymore.  Nathan was a better lover than Cecil was in the bedroom.  He was well endowed.  We went at it again and the more my phone rung, the more we kissed and humped.  This time he performed oral sex.  It was so to the point of no return.

Afterwards, he called me a cab and gave me cab fare to get home.  It was my idea because I didn’t want to put him in the middle of my drama after the night we just had.  It was about eleven in the morning and I knew Cecil was going to hit the roof.