I was most definitely not prepared. I was still a virgin. I had never done any thing involving anyform of intimicy.
We went into his home. He was drunk out of his mind.
He put his hand on my neck. And slowly kissed me with his soft pink lips. He placed his other hand on my back and slowly let it fall south. I put one hand on his face and the other on his crotch.
He pinned me against the wall slowly taking off my clothes and his. I felt his perfect body rubb against mine.
i pushed him onto the bed and i was more dominant at this point. I took off my bra and i sat on top of him he grabbed my breast. And i took off his blue boxers. He took off my black laced panties.
I grabbed onto his crotch and began to stroke his 8 inch cock. He began to rubb my pussy.
Just then my phone began to ring.
It was my mother calling me. I went off to the side to grab my phone. He tried pulling me back but I resisted. I stood up to talk to her he stayed back as he didn't want to get caught. She told me that I had to home right away.
I told Johnny but he grabbed me and wouldn't let me go. I turned as if I wanted to stay, and suddenly punched him in the throat to get away. It worked. I grabbed my clothes and ran into his bathroom. I locked the door and I began to breath heavy.
I was panicing, i didn't know how I was going to get out of this situation.
I remembered that my father had always told me to keep a pocket knife in my left butt pocket. And i always did. But I couldn't just go out there naked with a pocket knife threatening his life, I had to think of a plan. But first I had to put on my clothes as quickly as possible.
NOW It was time. I had to think. Was I scared of seeing someone I admired die? I asked my self this, I looked in the mirror and had a good look at myself. Was I ready to murder the person I loved?
