[M]y only time being [F]orced

When I played community college football I felt like I was on top of the world. I had been honorable mention all conference and played well in our postseason bowl game. I had my first serious post high school girlfriend, I was getting offers to play D1 football. Life was good.

I met Amber online, where else right, and it turned out we had gone to rival high schools. We actually beat them my senior year. She had been athlete too, she swam and was a distance runner. She went to our local university while I was at community college. Well I didn’t know her that well and being away from her parents she slowly became a barely functioning alcoholic. Like waking up and downing shots of vodka for breakfast. She was probably one of the most insecure women I ever spent time with. In addition she could be a very mean drunk too. We had a very nasty breakup, and it was one of the few times I ever got onto a fistfight with somebody, not her.

Well this was going on during football season, and even with all the distractions with Amber, I was having a very good year. I was nearly leading in several team stats and had 5 or 6 D1 schools that were about to give me an offer once the season ended and if I kept my stats up I would be good to go. Well things don’t always go according to plan. During a routine warm up I suffered a knee injury that ended my college football career. Also as unfortunate I got depressed, started drinking more and taking prescription pain killers. None of these were good things.

I once ended up at a party, some people I didn’t really know and probably the most memorable thing about their house was it had very high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows and very plush red and gold curtains. I don’t know why I remember that. Anyway of all people I run into was Amber. Fresh off her series of one nighters, her friend in tow who encouraged her and very drunk. I was also in pretty rough shape, my knee was in a very unwieldy brace, I had only had surgery a few weeks prior. Amber was her usual drunk self, all over the place, going from how much she liked be and blaming her parents for us breaking up to telling me she hated me. I was never a big drinker but the combination of alcohol and 3x the recommended dose of painkillers had me out of it. Well I almost fell and here was Amber, all 5 foot 2 and 115 lbs of her picking me up. Or doing her best anyway. I felt sick and was trying to find somewhere to lie down. Somebody tried offering more alcohol and Amber guided me into a bedroom where I collapsed onto the bed.

I just wanted to sleep. But Amber, drunk, was taking off my pants. I just couldn’t stop her. I was just so out of it from drinking and painkillers. I told her to stop as she started to suck my dick and she was going all out with every trick she knew. But once she felt it was time, she just slid her panties to the side and lowered herself onto me. I told her to get off me and to stop but she replied saying that she was doing this for herself and that’s what she wanted. I don’t know how long this went on, couldn’t have been more than 30 minutes of me fading in and out of conciseness. But I eventually came inside her, I don’t know how but I did. She just got off me and thanked me and left. I pulled my pants back on and slept for a few hours and managed to get myself home.

A few weeks later she called and said it was important, which was why I didn’t hang up immediately. She said she was pregnant and thought it might be mine and was saying that if it was her dad would be happy. He always liked me, he was kind of like an old hippie type who had given up and become a typical suburban dad. Her mom hated me from day one. She never said anything nice about me. Fortunately she wasn’t pregnant at all. I talked to her briefly a few years later. She was about to go to rehab for alcoholism for the 3rd time. After that I never saw or spoke to her again. I do know she never graduated.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sfelsx/my_only_time_being_forced