[mse] 1.3.3 - first times
She should have known better. He was seventeen years old, she was fifteen…but she really should have known better.
Sitting in the shower, huddled in on herself, she let the hot water cascade over her, soothing aching muscles and resisting the urge to stretch her legs to ease the dull ache between her thighs. There were no tears, no shaking nor revulsion, only quiet regret at her own stupidity.
It might have been easier if it had been rape.
He was a nice guy from Providence. He only ever talked to her because he thought she was a junior, she looked older than her friends. He was sweet, he had a driver’s license, and he didn’t even push her to kiss him that first time.
We can do everything *but.* I’ll be sixteen in a few weeks, then maybe we can do more. I just don’t think I’m ready.
She’d never had a boy’s fingers inside her before, touching her intimately, and she didn’t mind touching him back. She thought she could trust him when he didn’t even ask her to go down on him, and she was too close to coming to really think when they were in the backseat of his car.
She didn’t realize anything was wrong until he took her face between her hands to kiss her, and she could still feel him right there… just before there was a twinge…
He’d stopped the moment she pushed him away and apologized up and down, but she still made him take her home. Neither one of them got to come, and she told him bluntly never to call her again. Still, it was her fault and not his.
He was a teenage boy, and she was a stupid, silly teenage girl. She wasn’t being an idiot and waiting to get married, but she wanted to choose. She wanted to be ready, and it was her own fault for leaving that choice in the hands of a hormone-driven boy.
“Annie? Annie! You’re gonna use up all the hot water!”
Sighing, she shifted and stood, wincing only a little as she silently promised herself never to tell Mother and Dad about the encounter, to say nothing of her brothers.
“I’ll be out in a minute, Bubba!” she called, shutting off the water and stepping out. Wrapping herself in a towel, she regarded herself in the mirror and added another promise on top of the first.
Her family would never know how foolish she’d been…and not one more time for the rest of her life would she ever trust a boy to be the one in control. She was of The Folk…and even at fifteen, it was high time she started acting like it.
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 455
Sitting in the shower, huddled in on herself, she let the hot water cascade over her, soothing aching muscles and resisting the urge to stretch her legs to ease the dull ache between her thighs. There were no tears, no shaking nor revulsion, only quiet regret at her own stupidity.
It might have been easier if it had been rape.
He was a nice guy from Providence. He only ever talked to her because he thought she was a junior, she looked older than her friends. He was sweet, he had a driver’s license, and he didn’t even push her to kiss him that first time.
We can do everything *but.* I’ll be sixteen in a few weeks, then maybe we can do more. I just don’t think I’m ready.
She’d never had a boy’s fingers inside her before, touching her intimately, and she didn’t mind touching him back. She thought she could trust him when he didn’t even ask her to go down on him, and she was too close to coming to really think when they were in the backseat of his car.
She didn’t realize anything was wrong until he took her face between her hands to kiss her, and she could still feel him right there… just before there was a twinge…
He’d stopped the moment she pushed him away and apologized up and down, but she still made him take her home. Neither one of them got to come, and she told him bluntly never to call her again. Still, it was her fault and not his.
He was a teenage boy, and she was a stupid, silly teenage girl. She wasn’t being an idiot and waiting to get married, but she wanted to choose. She wanted to be ready, and it was her own fault for leaving that choice in the hands of a hormone-driven boy.
“Annie? Annie! You’re gonna use up all the hot water!”
Sighing, she shifted and stood, wincing only a little as she silently promised herself never to tell Mother and Dad about the encounter, to say nothing of her brothers.
“I’ll be out in a minute, Bubba!” she called, shutting off the water and stepping out. Wrapping herself in a towel, she regarded herself in the mirror and added another promise on top of the first.
Her family would never know how foolish she’d been…and not one more time for the rest of her life would she ever trust a boy to be the one in control. She was of The Folk…and even at fifteen, it was high time she started acting like it.
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 455