Melissa's story:
The dream came again. Actually it was that nightmare all over. I relived that night that date had gone bad. I had gone out with that monster on a blind date. I hardly knew the girl that set us up on the date, just acquaintances. He looked sharp and quite handsome. His eyes were piercing, and his manner was that of one used to controlling.
The date started out innocently enough. He took me to dinner, ordering for me as well as himself. I didn't mention to him that I disliked all that red meat. I wanted to get to know him a little bit before I made any judgments.
After dinner we had gone to that bar. We danced a bit, and I let him touch me in some fairly intimate places. He was bold, yet soft and gentle. I trusted him to behave. His touches grew more familiar as the night went on. We kissed at one point. His tongue was insistent, as his attitude had become.
Even then, I was not worried. I figured he was trying to see how far he could go on this first date. I never realized how far he would push things until it was too late. Offering to walk me to my door I let him into my secure apartment complex. He followed me to my door, and as I unlocked it he stepped in close.
He wants a kiss, my first thought. He came up to me and leaned in. His lips were hard on mine, crushing them. His tongue was sharp and pushed into my mouth. His hands were on my breasts. I tried to stop him. He was strong and fast. I found myself in my room, on the couch. My dress was falling off of my body, as he got rougher with me.
I still was trying to understand what was happening to me. He was my date. He had been so nice and masculine earlier. How could he be doing this to me? Had I given off a signal to him that I wanted him to be rough and take me?
While I tried to make sense of what was happening, he had gotten all of my clothes off. Naked under his body I felt his hands probing me. My nipples were hard, even though I was not interested in having sex with him. His other hand was down low, fingers in me and soon...far too soon I was wet down there.
I felt him undressing. His hot hard cock was soon thrust into me as he rutted. He cared nothing for my comfort. His intent was on him alone. His mouth was on my nipples. Teeth nipping at them as his thrusting became more and more forceful.
I felt his hot cum pouring into my poor abused pussy. I had no protection, and he was bare also. Not only could I get pregnant, he might have an STD. I was frightened as to what would happen next. His actions so far had proven to me that I had made a mistake in thinking I was safe with him.
Afterward...after taking my anal virginity. After his forcing me to lick and suck his cock until he came in my mouth. After gagging and choking me with his cock ramming down my throat. He left. I lay there for hours before finally getting the strength to get up.
I felt so dirty and unclean. I went and showered. Later I called into work claiming I was ill. I was ill...in ways I wanted to forget. Sex had always been a beautiful thing for me and then this had happened. I never had been in this situation before. It always happened to other women.
I never reported the rape. He had not threatened me in anyway except that look he had given me as he left my apartment. That look told me in no certain terms, if I reported him he would be back.
Months went by. I gradually got over my fears. I saw a shrink and she was able to help me over some of the harder feelings I had. Soon I was almost back to normal...what ever that was. I had a neighbor two doors down that had been helpful to me. I had cried on his shoulder quite a few times.
John was a gay man who had been my neighbor for years. He was always there to lend a shoulder, give a hand, and just be a friend to me. At different times I had thoughts of him and I in bed together. Always it came back to his being gay. That stopped me from trying anything with him.
He had never told me outright he was gay. I had seen a man staying with him for the first two years I had known him. They seemed to be very close and a couple of times, after they had been out partying I had watched them struggle to the door of their apartment, arms around each other.
He was handsome and nice. Shy, yet very knowledgeable about women. I thought his interest in women was weird considering his choice of lifestyle. We became friends and often were out together as buddies. I used to tell him all my secrets like he was a girlfriend. I loved him as a friend for sure and regretted not being able to take our relationship to the next level.
One day, as we talked I realized that I had not had sex for over a year. I was frustrated and horny. I was also afraid of going out with a man. I still had those nightmares of that night. Still, I had needs. Masturbating was not cutting it and I wanted to get fucked. By a man. I just didn't know if I would be able to find a man whom I could or would trust enough to have sex with.
I decided that John might have a friend who he knew could be trusted to fill my needs. I lightly mentioned it to him in our conversation. I was not expecting his reaction at all. His look, at first, was shocked. Then I saw something indefinable in his eyes. He hesitated for a bit, starting to say something several times then stopping.
Finally he agreed to try to find someone for me. His words were there but his attitude was like he didn't want to do this at all. I knew something was bothering him so I sought to reassure him that I needed to know if I was over that terrible night.
"John, you don't have to do this for me. I just want to find out if I can go on. If I am over that...night."
"Melissa, I will do it for you. I-I-...are you sure about this? I mean...don't you know someone already that you trust to do this for you?"
"You are the only one I trust John. You and I can't...so I thought you might know someone you would trust to...well...be gentle and understanding."
"We can't? Why not us? I mean, well, we have known each other for several years. You have been my best friend and I yours. Why not us?"
"Oh sweetie, I know you would do this for me but I can't ask you to change just to help me out. I want a man to fuck me. To have sex with me and do things that a man can do for a woman. I also want him to be understanding of my past and be very patient with me too. You would be my first choice if you were not...if you could...I just can't impose on you in that way John."
John's side:
I had known Melissa for quite some time. She was a vibrant and friendly lady. Her beauty was from within and she was a very sexually appealing person. Her friendship with me had been reserved, more like I was a girlfriend than a 'man' friend. Until today I had never realized she thought I was gay. It had never come up in conversation between us.
I am not sure where she got the idea I was gay. Perhaps when my cousin Ted had been living with me. We had been close as brothers for years. Ted was what one could call a 'flaming' gay man. I had let him stay with me when his dad had kicked I him out of the house.
Ted stayed with me until he met a guy and they were now together. Ted was happy and I was happy for him. His father had been harsh with him over his choice to be gay, as if it were a choice for Ted to begin with.
After Mel's rape I had been there for her. When I found out what had happened to her and what the jerk had done to her I was furious. I had wanted to ask her out so many times. I just could never find the right words.
I had found that jerk one night and he admitted to having taken her. After I got done with him I left him in a pile on the street. I hoped I hadn't killed him, but if he died I didn't really care all that much. He had hurt someone I loved very deeply.
I was there for Melissa as she went to her therapist and worked through all the feelings she had about that whole rape. She had confessed to me that she hadn't reported it and by the time she had thought about it enough to do that she realized that it was too late.
I had held her as she cried. I had been there to listen to her talk about other men and past loves of hers. I had been her confidant and 'girlfriend' throughout all this time. Now she had asked me to find her an understanding and gentle man to have sex with her.
Cruel world I live in. I love this woman and she thinks I am gay, that I don't like women in that way. Here I stand, loving everything about her and wanting her like no other, and I can't touch her like I want to.
