Brittany O'Neill and her family packed up everything and moved to Berkeley, California for a fresh start. Her brother and she were excepted into Berkeley University and she thought it would be the great college experience. With little to no stresses...
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Chapter Fifteen
Looking back, I should have known better than to follow some random guy I barely knew. My mom educated me fairly early on the importance of safety when at parties or anywhere else. Yet at that moment, all I knew was a hot guy I went to school with was talking to me and showed interest. Back then, I was a typical girl who would be thrilled whenever a guy did this. It seemed safe, though it wasn't. We didn't go upstairs at first. No, he was smarter than that. We sat outside the room on a bench where it was quieter. We talked casually about school, dreams, and everything in between. He broke through my walls and I let my guard down so easily. When it still wasn't quite enough, I let him talk me into going into the bedroom. For a while, it was still nothing but an innocent conversation between us. I thought I was learning about him.
"So you're Jayden's little sister?"
"Yeah, I am," I said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"You hang out with that Mattie girl?"
"Yes."
"How come I don't see much of you around here?"
"I'm not a big fan of parties."
"Oh. Well, they're not for everyone," He said, resting his hand on my thigh.
"Yeah," I said nervously.
"Britt, I want to ask you something."
"What do you want to ask?"
"What's your favorite position?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your favorite sex position. I know you have one," He said, his hand casually moving up my leg.
"Um, I don't have one. I mean, I'm—"
"I get it. You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yeah," I said, feeling uncomfortable at this conversation.
"Well, let me show you mine." He grinned as he smashed his lips against mine.
I remember I'd pushed him away and made a bolt for the door, but he'd caught me, pulling me back to the bed, while I was kicking and screaming. He'd pushed me down, climbing on top of me and holding me down so I couldn't move from under him.
"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" He smirked.
"Get off me! Let me go now!" I demanded as I wiggled under him.
"But I thought I'd show you my favorite position. Trust me, the girls squirming is the best part." He growled in my ear.
"Please, don't!"
"Shh, it's okay. I'll be gentle since it's your first time." He grinned, pulling my shirt up with his free hand.
He had pulled it and my bra up, covering my eyes and exposing my chest. I tried to wiggle free, but his weight was crushing me. He had nibbled at my skin, kissing every inch of my upper body, hitting all of my more sensitive areas. I cried for him to stop, but he'd only chuckled, telling me he was just trying to give me a good time. He'd told me to quit whining and to enjoy it. That I should've been happy that a guy like him was showing me attention.
