This happened when I was eighteen years old.
I knew him from work. He was ten years older than me and he constantly complimented me. I pretended that I didn’t understand what he wanted for the first year and a half that I worked there. Then, I had my first sexual experience at a party and I needed to capture that high again. I spent weeks pretending I didn’t get turned on whenever a man even brushed my arm but I did. I had a reputation to uphold, so I tried to pretend I was being nice and innocent, too.
I asked him, Jacob, if he could drive me to the mall because my parents were out of town and couldn’t get me there. The bus system in my city is notoriously bad so he wasn’t surprised…. and obviously he wanted to have me in a car with him alone. The whole way there he was making questionable comments. Not lewd! But questionable. He said things like how I’d have to be careful about the new skirt I bought or else the wind would blow it up and people would see my panties. I was fucking dripping. I wanted him so much. He made a vague reference to road head but I was scared out of my mind and couldn’t act on it.