I nibble on her ear lobes.i can feel her quiver as i run my hands down her side.she whispers theres no rush we have the whole night(so long as steve i... still out of it)i suck on her nipples and run my hand up and down her inner thigh.i can feel the heat from her pussy i can see the moisture stain on her knickers.my shaking hand pulls her knickers down and she steps out of them.i open her legs wider so to bury my face between her thighs.my tongue licking, almost catlike lapping at her juices.her. .. and he took advantage ofme. Oh God. I guess it serves me right forletting him in, in the first place. I wonder if thisis how normal women think when they'resexually assaulted?I strip the clothing off and climb into theshower. I feel... ugg, what a bad clich?... I feeldirty. As the water rolls over me I start towonder about STDs. God, I could have gottenAIDS. That bastard could have raped me, andgiven me AIDS. I fight the urge to shut down,to crawl inside myself and shut everythingaway. That. I rubbed her clit in gentle circles for a short while before spreading her pussy lips with my fingers. i slid two fingers into her tight little hole. She pressed her face into the bed biting my pillow to stifle what im sure was another moan. I began slipping my fingers in and out of her. Her hips began to move into my hand. She wanted more of me inside of her and the thought of that excited me. I became very aware of the fact that my shorts were soaked through at the crotch. She lasted two. My brother gave me a surprised look but thankfully asked no questions, “Sure, no problem,” he said.Once outside, I said goodbye and we walked in opposite directions. I walked briskly in the direction of the Concord Hotel, thinking about Hannah sitting in the last row and how exciting and romantic it was to be handed that note to meet her in “our hotel room.” I was thinking: things like this don’t happen in real life. They happen in movies and in books. In fact, this whole situation seemed like.