Chapter Two

Kinda gets mature and somewhat kinky.

Chapter Two

 

            For thirty minutes, Yulva and I worked on hers paper, nothing else. After a while, the phone rang upstairs so he ran and answered and got us some coffee.

            “Yeah, so. Drame kind of got a flat, so he won’t be back soon.” Yulva explained.

            “Oh.” I sighed.

            “Do you think we could take a break from writing this? It’s getting kind of hard to work on with you being so, how do I put this? Sexy.”

            “Excuse me?! What did you say?”

            “You’re sexy. You’re like an angel without wings.”

            Now, if this wasn’t coming out of my best-friends brother’s mouth, I would have been flattered by this compliment, but since it is; I’m a little scared.

            “I think it’s time for me to, uh, go. Bye Yulva” I started collecting my things.

            “I think not, my sexy angel.”

            Yulva cornered me. I was helpless, venerable, scared.  He took my things from my hands and threw them across the room; his hands were now in my hair, pulling and tugging.

            His lips crashed down onto mine with forceful passion; I tried to pull back, but he slammed my head down onto the couch.

            “B***h, do what I say or I’ll f**k you harder than I intended too!”

            He was going to rape me!? Oh no, please no I thought.

            Next thing I knew, he started to rape me; and I was helpless.

            “Please no. Yulva please, stop. Please!” I stifled through the moan that escaped.

             “You dirty b***h, don’t tell me to stop!” He said as he slapped my a*s.

            I could feel him slide in and out of me, he never stopped nor did he ever slow down. Finally I could feel him tighten, and then he stopped.

            “I can see why Drame always talked about you. You’re one fine b***h.”

            I whimpered as he walked across the room, naked, and grabbed my clothes and things and brought them back to the couch where he left me lay. As he walked back I saw he wasn’t wearing a condom.

            “You can go; I had a nice time, my love.”

            I got my clothes on as quickly as I could, sensing that he was watching. Yulva didn’t give me my bra or my underwear; I didn’t even ask if I could have them back.