by Willow Rose
Annie giggled, then sipped her drink. She really liked Tim. She could hardly believe she was really here with him.
“Look at the moon,” he said and pointed.
It was a full moon. It was shining almost as bright as daylight. Its light hit the lake. Annie took in a deep breath, taking in the moment.
“It’s beautiful,” she said with a small still voice. She was afraid of talking too much, since he would only realize she wasn’t smart, and then he might regret being with her.
Just go with the flow.
“I loathe Florida,” Tim said. “I hate these warm nights. I hate how sweaty I always am. I’m especially sick of Orlando. When I’m done here, I’m getting out of this state. I wanna go up north. Don’t you?”
Annie shrugged. She had lived all her life in Florida. Thirty minutes north of Orlando, to be exact. Born and raised in Windermere. Her parents still lived there, and that was where she was planning on going back once she had her degree. Annie had never thought about going anywhere else.
“I guess it’s nice up north as well,” she said, just to please him.
Tim laughed, then looked at her with those intense eyes once again. It made her uncomfortable. But part of her liked it as well. A big part.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
Annie blushed. She really wanted him to. Then she nodded. Tim smiled, then leaned over and put his lips on top of hers. Annie felt the dizziness from the drink. It was buzzing in her head. The kiss made her head spin, and when Tim pressed her down on the moist grass, she let him. He crawled on top of her, and with deep moans kept kissing her lips, then her cheeks, her ears, and her neck. Annie felt like laughing because it tickled so much, but she held it back to not ruin anything. Tim liked her and it made her happy.
“Boy, you’re hot,” he said, groaning, as he kissed her throat and moved further down her body. He grinned and started to open her dress, taking one button at a time. Annie felt insecure. What was he going to do next?
Tim pulled the dress open and looked at her bra, then he ripped it off.
“Ouch,” Annie said. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, but Tim soon grabbed them and pulled them to her sides. He held her down while kissing her breasts. He groaned while sucking on her nipples. Annie wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. He was being a little rough, and she was afraid of going too far with him.
Whatever you do, don’t sleep with him. No matter what.
“Stop,” she mumbled, when he pulled the dress off completely and grabbed her panties. Tim stopped. He stared at Annie. She felt bad. Had she scared him away? Was he ever going to see her again if she didn’t let him?
No matter what.
No. She wasn’t ready for this. She had saved herself. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Not like this. Not here.
“I want to go home,” Annie said.
Tim smiled and tilted his head, then leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Not yet, sweetheart, not yet.”
He stroked her face gently and kissed her cheeks, while she fought and tried to get him off her body. In the distance, she heard voices, and soon she felt hands on her body, hands touching her, hands slapping her face. She felt so dizzy and everything became a blur of faces, laughing voices, cheering voices, hands everywhere, groping her, touching her, hurting her. And then the pain followed.
The excruciating pain.
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