Substitute Handjob, part 2

part 2 of the story. trigger warning

As I run through the rain I feel sick and scared. I can't believe that just happened. Sure I liked having fun with boys my age, the jocks, the nerds, the rebels, the drug dealers, the scenesters. I identify positively with the word "slut." I admit it, I like the attention, and I like sex.

But what just happened with Mr. Stoddle was beyond anything I've done before. I put his job in jeopardy, I realized as I waited for the light to change at the main drag. And I used my…fluids to lubricate his handjob. We hadn't been safe about it at all. He seemed to know what he was doing. Had he fucked around with other girls at the school? Does he get tested? What if someone saw us, we were just a few blocks over from the school…

"LOOK OUT, BITCH!" I heard as I froze to a stop and a truck whizzed by me. My heartrate somehow shot up even higher and as I careened to the other side of the intersection I started to feel the swell in my sinuses as I cried. As I calmed down I sat against the Starbucks and lit a cigarette.

"Noems!" I hear. It's Em.

"Hi Em."

"Are you okay? Why are you crying girl?"

"No I'm okay. Why aren't you at the dinner?"

"My brother wanted a ride" she rolls her eyes. I look past her shoulder and her brother Ben was standing there by the corner, also smoking. Eying me. I don't like him. He cornered me once at their New Years party when I was 14 and he was 20. Thank god Em walked in on us. This kid has issues. And that was when he could still drive. He lost his license a few months ago in a drunk driving accident and had Em cart him around. She was far too nice to the lowlife and I was just generally very creeped out by him.

"Oh…"

"Yeah sorry I was gonna text you but my mom took my phone."

"Why?" I ask.

"EM," Ben hollers. "Let's GO. I gotta be at the train station in fifteen minutes."

Em looks at me and my stomach churns. She looks terrified.

"Em?…"

"I gotta go, Noems. But call me later, okay?"

I nod and make the walk back to my house. At least the rain covered up the mess I made on my skirt.

I'm at Em's the next day. I need to talk to someone about Mr. Stoddle. I knock on the door. Ben answers. My heart slows then starts pounding in the middle of my chest.

"Em ain't here."

"Where is she?"

"I haven't seen you in a while," he sneers. I'm glad I wore jeans today. But he's looking up and down my body with a horrible look. He's so much bigger than me. He could break me in half if he wanted to.

"Where have you been?"

"Ben. I need to talk to Em."

"Why so serious, Noems?"

"Ben," I choke up and begin to cry. "Please I need to talk to Em right now can you tell me where she is?"

Suddenly he grabs my wrist and yanks me into the house, slamming the door.

"Ben, stop!" I scream in terror. He pulls me closer and painfully twists my arm behind my back.

"Ben, stop," he imitates me in a high voice. He wrenches my arm harder and I cry out in pain. "Is that what you were saying last night when you got raped?"

"What?" I sputter.

"That's why you wanna talk to Em, isn't it?" He grabs my hair by the root and it feels like he's ripping my scalp off. "Some guy finally raped you? Someone finally did something nasty enough that you didn't like it? That must have been pretty hard since you're such a fucking slut." He smacks me in the face and then grabs my cheeks with his free hand and spits on me.

"How did you…" He rips off my shirt and smacks my breasts, hard. I'm sobbing. He throws me on the ground and nails me in the stomach with a sharp kick. I double over, unable to make sound or catch my breath.

"You little whore. Why are you holding out on me and giving it to every other little fuck that wants it? I'm taking what's mine." I'm struggling against him but he has me pinned down under a straddle and is tearing off my pants and prying my legs open.

"Ben what are you doing! Stop! Stop it stop it stop !"

I wake up in a cold sweat and out of breath, dizzy. Almost wishing I'd had a nightmare about Mr. Stoddle instead. Dreams with Ben raping me were common and the more I ran into him and Em and she looked more and more scared, the more his dark presence crept into my subconscious. I couldn't burden her with my problems at a time like this for her.

Besides, thinking back on it, and compared to the way I felt about Ben, I liked what happened with Mr. Stoddle. Why was I even upset about it? I just need to talk to him tomorrow, I thought as I finally drifted back off.

part 3 to come soon

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1nyy1v/substitute_handjob_part_2