Trigger Warning: This story contains elements of nonconsent/rape and ddlg. If these offend you, then you would be better off not reading this story.
Finally, I was alone and free.
After a long day unpacking with my parents in this tiny dorm room the solitude was very welcome. I love my parents, but they're always on my ass. All throughout high school they made me cram my schedule with AP classes and filled my after school hours with one tutor after another. It really killed my social life. But now they were gone, and since my roommate decided to drop out at the last minute, I had my dorm room all to myself.
I downloaded Tinder over the summer hoping I could get some experience before college, but it's so hard to find cute guys in the suburbs. And even if I did find one, how would I explain to my parents why I was being picked up by some boy? But now there was nothing they could do to stop me. I pull out my phone and start swiping.
A MATCH! That was faster than I expected. He's 21, probably a senior. Normally I'd be turned off by someone 3 years older but I don't know, he caught my eye. His strong nose is framed perfectly by his prominent cheekbones. His thick mess of dark hair has a few strands that hang down over his forehead, stopping just before his slightly furrowed eyebrows. His looks makes him seem confident to the point of being unapproachable, but over text he sounds so sweet and gentle.
He offers to show me around campus. I squeaked with excitement before responding with an enthusiastic "YES!". Was that too much? I probably should try not to seem desperate. Guys don't like that, right? I immediately start flipping through my closet figuring out what to wear. Now I wish my roommate was here to help me choose. Is a dress too fancy?
I eventually settle on a cute blue and orange sundress. The top is a tad baggy, but I really like the way it hugs my hips. I bought it when I still had hope of growing out of a B-cup; I really thought bee pollen was gonna be my godsend.
We meet up outside my building and I'm surprised how much taller he is than me. I'm not short for a girl, but the top of my head doesn't even reach his shoulders. As we greet each other I can feel him look me up and down with his piercing brown eyes. He gave a wide smile and took my hand interlocking his fingers with mine as we set off to see what campus had to offer. I hope he can't tell how nervous I am.
After a little while, we circle back to my dorm. By this point I'm leaning my head on his muscular arm as we walk. We stop at the front entrance to my building as our stroll comes to an end. As we stand there chatting, I desperately hope he'll lean down to kiss me, or better yet pick me up. But he doesn't.
We say goodbye and turn to go our separate ways. I had such a great time with him I just wish it didn't have to end now. As I open the door I turn around and shyly ask if he'd like to come see my room. He whips around and with that big charming smile he says
"I'd love to!"
As we walk down the hall to my room he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in close. I'm usually so awkward around new people but he just makes me feel so safe and comfortable.
There we are, just the two of us in my room. I show him around, but it's so small there really isn't much to see. I explain that my roommate isn't moving in this semester so I have it all to myself. We sit next to each other on my bed and keep chatting. Our conversation is lovely but I can't believe he still hasn't ki-
He leans in, closing his eyes. My heart skips a beat as I realize what's going on. I lean forward too and finally our lips meet. It's electric! My heart races faster and faster the longer we make out. His hand reaches around to the back of my neck and he presses my head firmly into his. I've never experienced anything like this, it's like my whole body is tingling. I can't believe how well this date is going as we share this perfect moment together.
I feel his other hand cup my breast over my dress. I instinctively pull back, but he holds my head in place and our lips stay locked. This is further than I was expecting to go on a first date but I supposed it's alright. He massages my breast before sliding his hand up and hooking his thumb under the strap of my dress, sliding it over and off my shoulder. This is too much for me.
I push back against his firm chest and pull away, our lips separate and we lock eyes.
"I'm sorry, I just wanna take things slow. Is that ok?"
"What? You brought me to your room alone just to make out?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just not very experienced and I don't wanna rush into things. You understand, right?"
"I understand completely."
His hand that was once lovingly holding the back of my neck now shoots out and grabs my throat.
"The real question is do YOU understand?"
"Please! Sto-"
He forces me down onto my back as he leans forward and violates my mouth with his. He swings his leg over and mounts me. I squirm and wriggle underneath his powerful figure desperate to escape, or at least free my mouth so I can scream for help. I push and pound against his chest but his size makes me feel so weak and useless. His left hand presses against my windpipe, meanwhile his right hand slides up my thigh and begins rubbing me over my underwear.
I kick and jerk my lower body around in hopes of breaking free, but the motion only seems to aid him in sliding my panties down my legs until they're completely off. I attempt to squeeze my thighs together as tightly as possible but his hand still finds a way between them. I can't believe he's doing this.
He pulls his lips away from mine, but before I can react he presses his hand firmly over my mouth and muffles my scream. He looks at me and the smile I once found so charming now looks menacing and devilish.
"See, I knew you wanted this. You're soaking wet."
Filled with shame I realize he's right, at least partially. I hate the way he's groping me, but I can't deny that my virgin pussy is dripping at his touch. My heart sinks even further as I feel his index and middle fingers slide past my vulva. I whimper as he stretches out my hymen with two fingers while thumbing my clit.
