Taylor is a first year college student who needed someone to write her ordeal. She contacted me and after several emails, I was able to gather the facts and put it all together. Here is her story.
It's been a year since we graduated from high school and I think my boyfriend Tyler might be close to proposing to me. He is very cute and built nice as he is 5'11 and weighs about 170 pounds. He also is dark-complected with a dark faux hawk style haircut and sexy brown eyes. We have dated a couple of years but I think "the incident" is what keeps him from popping the question. I still can't believe it happened. It seems so surreal. I know Ty hates it but I still don't know how I feel about it and that is my struggle. On one hand, I'm embarrassed, humiliated, and a little ashamed but I also think I might have subconsciously enjoyed it and even fantasize about it. I have on several occasions, masturbated to it. I believe Tyler can sense that and this is why he is hesitant and emotionally wounded.
My name is Taylor and I'm almost 19, stand 5'7, with pasty white skin and long brunette hair. I have a few freckles and blue/green eyes with small pink lips. I weigh 120 pounds and keep myself in very good shape. Guys love my smooth 32 A boobs and comment on my bubble ass. I will admit, I do like the attention my body brings from guys but what girl doesn't? I love Tyler but consider myself very conservative, sexually. I am not kinky, don't do anal or even suck cock but I do love when Tyler goes down and licks me. That does make me a little selfish but that is just who I am. I guess I have always felt anything other than typical love making were slutty acts that were beneath me. He loves my trimmed hair and my big hanging pussy lips. He gives me great orgasms and has been the only guy...well, until the incident that has made me squirt.
To be honest, I was pretty conceited in high school and thought I was above petty drama. I think being attractive and having a nice athletic body, with girls' jealousy and boys' attention fueling the fire, just made me worse. I ran track and was also on the dance team. The girls I hung around with were fake friends who secretly despised me but that is just high school.
Since losing my virginity, I have only been with two other guys. Bailey was my on and off again boyfriend who was basically my sex partner with about a 5 inch dick. I didn't exactly enjoy having sex with Bailey but he was 6'2, cute, wore his hair Bieber style before moving on to the short on the side, thick on top, Macklemore cut. He was a bit on the scrawny side, weighing about 165 pounds but girls fan around him and I liked the idea of being with him more than actually loving him.
Bailey was on the track team with Tyler and me which caused tension. Not only was Tyler jealous because I had been with Bailey, he was always on edge because Karl and Jackson were also on the team and were always flirting with me. The truth was, I could have had any of them and still could, but Jackson was a sweet skinny 6'2, 140 pound nerd whom I went out with a few times along with a dance or two and I wasn't attracted to Karl. It's a shame because Karl is built like a tank with huge thick muscles and abs we gasp over. Tyler was jealous that all the guys catered to me but I just laughed it off while enjoying the attention. Tyler secretly hated Karl the most because in his eyes, he was the biggest threat and I had also went out with him on a couple of dates. I chose Tyler and he is my love but I couldn't help thinking about Karl's body.
The incident began during a warm spring day while many athletic teams were practicing simultaneously. It was late in the school year and the dance team was practicing for the next year on the other side of the discus throw area. Even though I was a co-captain on the team, I was a senior and I was practicing with the track team while the underclassmen were preparing for summer camp. Spring football was taking place on the practice field while our track team was getting our own practice in.
On that day, I had run a few intervals, dressed in my Nike running compression leggings, sports bra, tank, long sleeve matching zip up with no show white socks and my running shoes. Even with my hair pulled back and wearing a headband, I was working up a little sweat around my forehead. As I completed my third run, I look over and see Tyler and Karl talking smack with each other so I get a little closer to hear what is being said.
"Fuck you dude. You know you can't beat me," shouted Karl at Ty.
"No, fuck you! You think you're the shit. By the way, I want you to leave Taylor alone. Quit fucking texting her, dude. She doesn't like you so get over it," Tyler snapped back.
Karl smugly responded, "Don't be so sure about that. She would love it. I'll show that sweet ass of hers a real man!"
I jumped in, "Shut up Karl. Leave him alone. Quit being such a prick."
"Ok, let's just see who the fastest runner is. I will race you and if you win, I'll give you 50 bucks," Karl dared Tyler then added, "but if I win, I get a long kiss from Taylor."
"Uhhh, now wait. I have a say in this," I interrupted.
Tyler took me by the arm and pulled me off to the side and whispered, "I'm sick of his shit. Let me make this bet. We could use the 50 dollars and go out this weekend. He can't beat me so don't worry."
"I'm not gonna kiss him if you lose so you better win," I shrugged.
We walked back and Tyler said to Karl, "You're on but you better pay up if I win."
Karl laughed, "Don't worry about that...you better...I mean...she better pay up."
Tyler got down in the racing position at the 100m starting line as did Karl. When they took off, it was very close the entire race. It went back and forth with each one holding a brief lead as the click, click, click of their shoes sped up. As they came down to the finish line, I was screaming for Tyler to win when out of the blue, Karl kicked it in and beat Tyler by a half a step.
I was deflated and determined I wasn't kissing Karl but he walked toward me and in his out of breath bragging nature said, "Ok, baby...it's time to pay up."
"Sorry, no deal," I shrugged.
"I see. Do you always back out of a bet?" Karl asked Tyler and turned to look at me then added, "I guess I'm gonna have to kick your ass then."
"Let's do it. I've waited a while for this," Tyler confidently replied.
There was a coaches meeting with our Athletic Director in the football press box so basically they were all in there and even though the coaches could see us out the window, none of them were paying attention. Karl pointed to the locker room and we both followed him. The dance team, football players and some of the track team knew something was going to happen, so slowly, then quickly everyone started following us into the locker room. I was begging Tyler not to do anything and get suspended.
"No, no, don't go. I'll kiss him. Don't get yourself in trouble for me," I pleaded with Tyler as I tugged his arm. I was partly worried about him getting in trouble but even though Tyler has some lean muscle, I was more worried about him getting hurt.
Tyler was out of his mind pissed. They both huffed their way into the locker room with me now literally hanging on Tyler to the point where I almost jumped on his back. Once we got inside, the football players, my own dance team girls, along with some other athletes I didn't even know, followed us in. The crowd pushed us toward the middle of the locker room. As everyone started gathering around us in a circle, I was sure somebody would stop this before it got out of hand.
Three football players grabbed Tyler as I screamed for them to let him go. They dragged him to the big locker and after a huge struggle, stuffed him inside it as some other players started putting equipment in front of the door to barricade us inside. The room was full of people and most of them I knew. The majority were standing around us while those who couldn't see, stood up on the sitting benches as though we were at a rock concert.
While Tyler was rattling and screaming through the metal mesh locker holes to let him out, I looked around and pleaded with anyone who would listen, "What the hell guys? Let him out. This is out of control!"
Nobody was letting me out of the circle of people when the 5'8 Karl with his dark brown now flopped over hair gave me a death stare and said, "Alright you fuckin tease. It's time to pay up! I think your little boyfriend will enjoy watching you give up of that tight pussy."
"You go near me, I'll scream!" I warned.
Instead of coming to my rescue, everyone started laughing. Even who I thought was my BFF Ash, wasn't doing anything but watching. It was really creepy.
"Go ahead. Nobody likes a tease or a stuck up bitch," Karl mumbled between his gritted teeth as he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him. He added, "Come on, give me a little kiss," just as he mashed my lips to his. I tried to fight him off but his strength was too much and his tongue was forced into my mouth. I struggled then finally got away before he actually grabbed and pulled my ponytail as I went down to one knee.
"Ow..ow..ow...get off Karl, that hurts," I begged while Tyler was also screaming from the locker.
While down on both knees at that point and totally subdued with Karl clenching my long hair, he smugly said, "Ok whore, if you don't want to kiss my lips, you're gonna kiss something else."
He used one hand to pull his shorts down to his thighs. Karl was supporting a huge bulge through his Under Armor now wet, see through, athletic supporter. His dick was already so hard, it was poking out the top of the jock and past his navel. Karl yanked my hair, pulling my face into his sweaty jock covered bulge.