His grip was strong.
Holding me in my place, I couldn't move.
I didn't know what to do. Should I scream?
No, I wouldn't be a victim.
"Why are you doing this to me"
I asked with a confident voice.
There was no answer. All I could hear was his breathing getting louder and feeling him get more aroused.
"What do you want from me?"
I said trying to turn around to face him.
"Don't"
He said with a firm voice.
"Why can't I see your face? I see it when I'm in class. You're staring me down. Probably fantasizing about the other night. Tell me, why me?"
I tried to sound confident and clear, but my voice got a little quieter for every pause.
I couldn't read him. I didn't know what he wanted. Did he want to f**k me again?
The thought made me catch my breath in my throat.
Out of nowhere h
