“Harley, it’s not a big deal,” I rolled my eyes.
“Yes, it is. It’s finally your 18th birthday, and you want to stay home watching Netflix, instead of going out?,” she looked at me with wide eyes. She has always been the party type, and she always made a big deal about my birthday. She threw a huge party when I turned 16 and I was hoping she would forget about my birthday this year.
The reason I didn’t like going out is simple. I don’t like the way people look at me. I’ve been hit on by disgusting creeps more times than I can count. I hate it.
“I would be a bad girlfriend if I didn’t take you out for your birthday,” Harley winked and I rolled my eyes.
That’s right, Harley is my girlfriend. Really though, she isn’t ready to come out to her parents yet about being a lesbian, and I’m not ready to tell my parents that I’m pansexual. I know it isn’t really a big deal, but I’m scared of how they will react. My Uncle John came out as gay a few years ago, and they didn’t even speak to him for at least six months. See why I’m scared now?
Another reason Harley and I are “dating” is so the people at school will leave us alone. We would both constantly be hit on, harassed, and even groped a few times. We told everyone we were dating, and most people left us alone after that. Of course, it doesn’t stop their lustful gazes, but at least people aren’t grabbing my junk in the middle of the god damn hallway anymore.
“Alright, alright! Fine!,” I sighed frustrated.
“Yes!,” she cheered.
I parked in my usual spot in the driveway in front of my house, and we got out of the car. We walked inside the two story white house and up the stairs to my bedroom. I shut the door behind us and plopped down on my bed. Harley immediately began searching through my closet. I looked around my room, noticing how dirty it was getting. There was a pile of dirty clothes beside the hamper and my desk was messy with random drawing sprawled on it. I tended to doodle when I was bored. Harley told me I should pursue a career in art, but I don’t think I ever will.
I looked back at the brunette in my closet and sighed. I really didn’t want to go out, but for such a small person, she sure was damn pushy, frustrating, and persuasive, all at the same time. It was pretty rare when she didn’t get what she wanted.
She had a pretty simple style. Most of the time she wore jeans and either a plain t-shirt, or sweater. She wasn’t a girl interested in wearing dresses and heels.
I usually wore jeans, t-shirts, and occasionally my leather jacket depending on the weather. I have dark brown, almost black, long hair that reached my collarbones. It was long enough for what Harley calls a man bun and is kind of unruly at times. My mom keeps bugging me about getting a haircut, but I keep refusing. I like my hair like this.
We left the house at 8:30 pm and I drove us to a club in town. I obviously couldn’t drink, but I wasn’t much of a drinker anyways.
Harley had picked out a pair of black skinny jeans, and a white t-shirt for me to wear. It took her at least an hour to pick out our outfits, so it shocked me that it took her so long to pick out such a simple outfit.
I decided to leave my hair down, but had a hair tie in my pocket incase I ended up wanting to put my hair up.
We had to wait in line for awhile, but after about forty-five minutes, we were finally inside the club.
Harley immediately pulled me to the dance floor and we danced for awhile. Once some pretty sensual songs started playing and people began grinding on each other, a hot feeling shot through my body and my pants began to tighten. I felt a rush of energy shoot through my body and my hard cock began throbbing, begging for any kind of friction.
So, instead of grinding on someone and pissing them off when I don’t fuck them, I made my way to the bathroom to rub one out. I knew my hard on wouldn’t go down on it’s own this time. I’d never felt this way before, but I hadn’t had sex in awhile and I wrote it off as being really horny from being around all the horny people grinding on each other.
I locked myself in a stall and was grateful that the bathroom was empty. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees.
I felt another rush of hot energy and gripped onto my already leaking cock. I covered my mouth with my hand and somehow managed to hold in my moans of pleasure. I pumped my hand up and down on my cock in a fast motion and felt myself already nearing my orgasm.
Another intense rush of energy shot through my body and I came instantly. What surprised me was that I was still hard as fuck even after cumming.
Why the hell am I still so fucking hard?!
I came a few more times and that’s when it finally went down. I felt so relaxed and an amazing euphoric feeling was rushing through my body. I cleaned up my cum covered thighs and pulled my jeans back up. I zipped and buttoned them and unlocked the stall door. I opened the door and washed my hands. I saw that the bathroom was surprisingly still empty and I smiled, knowing that nobody had heard me.
I exited the bathroom and went to find Harley. After half an hour of searching and asking the bartender, I realized she had left and decided to text her. When I pulled my phone out of my pocket, though, I saw she had texted me already.
Harley: A REALLY hot blonde is taking me to her place to have more privacy *wink* *wink* I’m sorry for leaving you alone on your birthday, but I know you would do the same thing. Get home safely and let me know when you get home! I love you, Kit!
I sighed and decided to just go home. I wasn’t mad at her at all, she was right. I would have done the same.
I walked out of the club, and walked down the sidewalk towards my car. A block away from the club, I thought I heard a noise behind me, but when I looked I didn’t see anything. I blew it off and kept walking.
Finally I could see my car and cursed myself for parking so far away from the club.
Before I could walk over to my car, though, a hand clasped over my mouth and I was quickly pulled into an alleyway. It was really late, so the alley was pretty dark. There was no way that anyone who would walk by could see me.
I was pushed harshly against the brick wall and a hand held my arms tightly above my head, preventing me from escaping. I tried pushing them off or escaping their hold, but they were stronger than me.
“Your sexy ass was teasing me the entire time in that club. The sounds you made in the bathroom,” a man moaned and I felt him put his leg between mine, spreading them open. I could feel him getting hard and my heart started racing as I began to panic. “I just knew I needed my cock in that tight ass of yours.”
His hand slid from my mouth down to the button on my jeans and before I could scream for help, his lips slammed against mine. I tried to yell or move my head away but I couldn’t.
He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off of me. Next he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down to his knees. He moved my leg up so he could reach my hole and slowly pushed himself inside me. The stretch hurt like hell because he didn’t use any kind of lubricant and hadn’t prepped me either.
I was crying at this point and he started thrusting in and out of me. When he started pounding in and out of my ass, I started feeling a rush of power pouring into my body. It didn’t feel like before in the club. This time it felt like I was consuming some kind of energy. I didn’t know what it was, but I noticed the man had started slowing down and his grip on me loosened.
A moment later, he collapsed on the ground and the consumption of energy stopped. I quickly pulled my jeans on and looked down at the man. He wasn’t breathing, so I checked his pulse. He had no pulse.
He was dead.
Somehow, I killed the man who raped me.
I was panicking. I pulled my phone out of my pocket with shaky hands and called the only person I could think of to call.
“M-mom? S-s-something happened and I don’t know what to d-do.”