Third Date

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When I was 19 I was about a year out of high school and about the same amount of time I had been broken up with my boyfriend. I was living with my parents and working at a job that I hated. I was wondering what I was going to do with my life.

My parents are friends with another couple, the Thompson’s. The Thompson’s had a son named Jack. Jack and I were the same age and had gone to the same high school together. I didn’t hang around or ever talk to Jack. In fact, nobody did. He was extremely antisocial and kept to himself. He wore dark clothing, ate by himself and nobody bothered him. People thought he was autistic. He wasn’t, but he did have a weird vibe about him.

My parents had noticed how depressed I had became over the last year or so. They concluded that it was because I was lonely and didn’t have a boyfriend. That’s when my parents and the Thompson’s came up with a brilliant idea to set Jack and I up on a date. They were so excited about being matchmakers. They nagged me to the point that where I agreed to go out to dinner with him.

Jack picked me up and dinner was uneventful. We barely spoke two words to each other. I got the impression that his folks made him do this as well. When I got home my parents asked me how it went. I told them it was “good”. I wasn’t completely lying. I mean it wasn’t bad, good, or anything really. It was nothing. I probably should have told them the truth because before I knew it they were pressuring to me to go out with him again. I eventually caved. I was living under their roof and didn’t want to ruffle any feathers over something so trivial.

The next dinner date I had with Jack was the same as the first. Few words spoken and it was over. This time when my parents asked how it went I told them I wasn’t interested in him. They begged me to give him one more chance. I told them no. They finally accepted my decision, but insisted I go out one more time and tell Jack and “let him down easy”. After some more nagging I agreed to do it. Only because my parents are such good friends with his parents.

Dinner with Jack was the same again. I mentioned to him that this would be the last time we would go out because I was going to be looking into going to school. He didn’t react or show any emotion. Much like he always did. When he was driving me back home he missed the turn to my subdivision. I told him and he didn’t respond. He continued driving up a hillside where the local kids hang out and make out. I was asking him where he was going and he didn’t say anything. I started to get creeped out. It had been raining all day and was really dark out.

He pulled up to the deserted overlook. He shut off the engine and turned and looked at me with lustful eyes. He placed his hand on my knee and began sliding it up under my dress towards my crotch. I pushed his had away and asked what he was doing and to stop. He muttered “Third date.” and reached up and grabbed my boob. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. I said “What?!”. He said “You know, it’s our third date. So…”, and went to grab for my boob again. Somewhere he had got the idea that by the third date people have sex.

I quickly opened the car door and jumped out of the car. There was still a bit of rain coming down. I began to run, but didn’t have much traction and was sliding in the mud. I fell down and heard Jack behind me. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled me to my feet. As I reached up with my hands to try to pry his hand from my hair, he grabbed the front part of my dress and yanked it down. My tits fell out exposed. While still holding my hair up he began fondling my breasts with his other hand. I was focused on the pain and my hands continued to try to get his hand to let go of my hair. I glanced at his face and he had a really menacing look on it. He continued groping and tweaking my nipples while I pleaded with him not to do what he was doing.

He then led me by the hair back over to the car. He slammed me up against the trunk and stood behind me. He started to lift up my dress and I squirmed and resisted. Jack didn’t like that. Taking his arms he wrapped them around my throat in a choke hold. It was tight and I was loosing air. In what breath I had left I was able to whisper “Ok. ok. okay.” letting him know I wasn’t going to resist anymore. He was able to easily lift off my dress, the only resistance being that the clothing was soaking wet sticking to my skin. He removed my panties and continued to have me bent over the car.

It was at this point that I should have been at the height of my terror. Instead I was slipping into some sort of zen state. The rain actually felt refreshing on the hot humid night. He was behind me and I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him caressing my ass and the back of my upper thigh. Was he admiring it? Was there something wrong? I was going to get fucked no doubt. Would he be rough? Would he be gentle?

I heard him undoing his zipper and felt his cock slap against my cheek. Was he trying to tease me? I think the anticipation of what was about to happen did get me a little wet. Then in one continuous motion, he slid his cock into my pussy. My pussy offered no resistance either because his cock was wet from the rain or from my juices that had started to flow. It felt warm and big. I had only slept with one other person prior to this. I was getting turned on by all of the differences. The size, rhythm, and how his hands were endlessly curious and kept roaming my body.

I shouldn’t have enjoyed it, but it felt amazing. He paused for a moment while his cock was buried inside of me. That always does it for me and I just let go and came from just the feeling of being full. As I was cumming I didn’t realize it, but I reached back with my right hand and placed it on his waist. I think he thought I was resisting again and grabbed my arm and pulled me to the ground. I landed on my side and got all covered in mud. He rolled me onto my back and sat on top of me. Once again he was mesmerized by my boobs and began touching them. He must have got his hands in the mud because he was smearing my tits with mud.

Next he positioned himself between my legs and started fucking me again. With my back rubbing against the hard ground it was kind of uncomfortable. I was moaning a little out of pain and pleasure. We made eye contact for a few seconds and for whatever reason he didn’t seem to like that. He shifted around and took one of his hands and shoved my face to the side into the mud. He fucked me a little bit more all the while pressing into the side of my face. Soon I could feel him twitching, spurting and exploding inside of me.

Afterwards he had a rag that he gave me to try to wipe the mud off the best I could. He took me home after that. Thankfully I didn’t see my parents when I got in. I don’t know how I would have explained how I looked. I never saw him after that. He was a pretty messed up individual. Although I do sometimes think back to how hot it all was. I never considered reporting it. Nothing good would have come from it. It would have ruined my parents friendship. Besides, I got fucked pretty good and enjoyed a lot of it.