All The Wounds That Are Ever Gonna Scar Me
Situations Are Irrelevant Now
Autumn's POV
Mikey pulled me onto the bed and pinned me down, roughly kissing my neck. I moaned at the tingling sensation as his hands slid up my shirt and over my ribcage. He gently pushed his hips down into mine, his lips now massaging my collarbone. Oh, fuck... As good as it felt, I had a feeling that this was wrong. No, it couldn't be wrong... I was just terrified. I had been raped all my life by men that were twice my age. All of my sexual experiences were extremely painful, physically and emotionally. I wasn't sure if Mikey really did love me, or if he just wanted to fuck me. If it was the latter, then this was sure to be the most painful experience of my life.
He lifted himself off me to pull our clothes off, which I didn't even respond to. I just let him do it. I watched fearfully as he pulled on a condom and lubed himself up. Here goes nothing..
He pushed into me, very slowly and gently. As amazing as I felt, I couldn't deny how painful it was as well. But if I stopped him, he might not love me anymore. Oh God, what do I do?!
I started sobbing right in the middle of it, causing Mikey to jump off immediately. He grabbed a random shirt off the floor and yanked it over my head. I pulled on my panties and curled up in a pathetic little ball in the corner of his bed, sobbing heavily.
"Hey, it's okay now. I'll stop. Did it hurt? Oh Jesus Christ I'm so sorry... I love you, it's gonna be okay." He murmured softly, pulling me into his lap. I noticed he had pulled on some boxers yet remained topless.
"No, it won't be ok!" I sobbed into his chest as he cuddled me gently.
"Why not? Did it hurt?" He asked curiously, stroking my hair.
"M-Mikey? I was r-raped by my mother's b-boyfriends." I stuttered, still sobbing uncontrollably.
He gasped. "I.. I'm so sorry. I wish I'd known, I wouldn't have done this."
"No. It's ok. I'm fine. It's not your fault." I whispered, wiping away all of my tears and sniffing loudly. He made a little "shh" sound, kissing my cheek. Maybe he really does love me...
Mikey pulled me onto the bed and pinned me down, roughly kissing my neck. I moaned at the tingling sensation as his hands slid up my shirt and over my ribcage. He gently pushed his hips down into mine, his lips now massaging my collarbone. Oh, fuck... As good as it felt, I had a feeling that this was wrong. No, it couldn't be wrong... I was just terrified. I had been raped all my life by men that were twice my age. All of my sexual experiences were extremely painful, physically and emotionally. I wasn't sure if Mikey really did love me, or if he just wanted to fuck me. If it was the latter, then this was sure to be the most painful experience of my life.
He lifted himself off me to pull our clothes off, which I didn't even respond to. I just let him do it. I watched fearfully as he pulled on a condom and lubed himself up. Here goes nothing..
He pushed into me, very slowly and gently. As amazing as I felt, I couldn't deny how painful it was as well. But if I stopped him, he might not love me anymore. Oh God, what do I do?!
I started sobbing right in the middle of it, causing Mikey to jump off immediately. He grabbed a random shirt off the floor and yanked it over my head. I pulled on my panties and curled up in a pathetic little ball in the corner of his bed, sobbing heavily.
"Hey, it's okay now. I'll stop. Did it hurt? Oh Jesus Christ I'm so sorry... I love you, it's gonna be okay." He murmured softly, pulling me into his lap. I noticed he had pulled on some boxers yet remained topless.
"No, it won't be ok!" I sobbed into his chest as he cuddled me gently.
"Why not? Did it hurt?" He asked curiously, stroking my hair.
"M-Mikey? I was r-raped by my mother's b-boyfriends." I stuttered, still sobbing uncontrollably.
He gasped. "I.. I'm so sorry. I wish I'd known, I wouldn't have done this."
"No. It's ok. I'm fine. It's not your fault." I whispered, wiping away all of my tears and sniffing loudly. He made a little "shh" sound, kissing my cheek. Maybe he really does love me...
Up-up-update?
4/21/14