I wrote this back in May. The tale below happened to someone I know well. I folded the events into a story for ease of reading and call it fictionalised. It has beed updated for this weeks Food 4 Thought prompt of Me Too – because I think the movement should be for everyone. Sexual assault can happen to those of any gender or sexual orientation.
AND- Just because someone shows signs of sexual arousal doesn’t mean they want to have sex. Arousal is not consent…
Maybe there should be a warning to this – “based on true-life tale?” I don’t know. But I do think it is an important topic/story that deserves to be told – and needs to be read.
An Unmentionable Tale
“Okey doke, Pete. See yer tomorrow,” I winked as he left the club with his hand firmly groping Blondie’s arse.
Yeah, he was in for some action with… What was her name? Jan or Pam. I don’t know I am dreadful with remembering that type of thing. Turning to Sue – I’d been talking to her for the last hour so I would be proper thick if that hadn’t sunk in – I asked if she wanted another vodka and coke. Of course she did.
Our drinks were free as Pete and I were the main act’s support each Friday night. He sang, I played the piano. There were always chicks waiting off stage when we finished. Sue (Red) and her mate – Blondie, looked like goers so they were the lucky ones that night. Trouble was after chatting to Red for a bit she really was not my cup of tea. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t that fussy, but sex was not something I found ‘ard to get.
It wasn’t the way she looked. She was sexy enough in a dirty slut kind of way. But there was something about her that told me to steer clear.
I thought if I offered her another drink and we just chatted, she may get the idea that I didn’t really want to go down the same path Pete obviously had with her mate.
“Ta, Si. You know, I come here every week to see the band. Fancied you for ages. I told Pam. I said to her- he’s got those brooding good looks.”
She pushed her firm titties up against me arm and then put a hand a little too close to me tackle.
I shifted along the sofa, and she shimmied along beside me. It was hopeless. In fact we were still sitting there drinking when last orders rang. With Sue flashing her false eyelashes any chance she got.
There was nothing for it, I’d have to drop her home.
“Ah thanks Simon. You’re boss.”
“Don’t mention it.” I meant it too. I just wanted to get on me way back to the pad I shared with the lads in Lewisham.
We jumped into a cab and I told her to shout through her address.
Once in the car Sue put her hand on me thigh again and started to squeeze. Her head fell on me shoulder, she was drunk alright. When we arrived I realised I’d have to take her up to her flat. She lived on the third floor and I could tell the cab driver was as worried as I was that she may have trouble finding her way.
The club had an account with the taxi company– so I told him to wait. I’d be quick.
As soon as we rounded the corner to the concrete steps that led to the first floor landing the air hit our faces and she perked up. By the time we got to the second she trapped me against the corner walls and snatched her leg in-between mine, grinding her hip bone against me cock. Glancing down at her overly made-up face I began to talk,
“Listen Sue, let’s get yer home…” I’d hardly finished the sentence when her tongue thrust into me mouth.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me a little bit ‘ard. It did. God, I’m only human. But I managed to wrestle an arm around her waist and pull her up the last lot of stairs to her flat. Then, she couldn’t seem to get the key in the bloody lock. What a night this was turning out to be.
Taking it from her I wiggled it into the keyhole until I heard it catch, then really shoved my weight against the door to get it to open. I think the damp weather had made the seal a bit sticky. Anyway, the force threw me into the hallway with her tottering behind. She stumbled back against the front-door and it slammed shut.
“Right, Sue. I’ll be off now.”
I made to leave but she was still in front of me and by the looks of it wasn’t about to budge. Somehow I tripped over her leg and fell onto the floor. I’d had a few to drink me self, keeping up with her. Before I could move she was on her knees next to me and plunked her arse across the top of me legs. Her fingers made light work of the zip and I never wear boxers so she had me mate out in a jiffy, like putty in her hand.
Within moments she bent her head and took it into her mouth. The warmth of her tongue circled the shaft and suddenly I was ‘ard as fuck.
“No – Sue – give a guy a moment. I gotta go.”
I tried to move but she was taking no prisoners. As I fell back on to me elbows she pulled her gusset aside, angled my cock and fucking straddled me. I couldn’t move.
Opening her blouse, she lifted her bra and rubbed the pink flesh around her nipples, almost in time with her hips jerking up and down.
I was powerless. Sounds stupid doesn’t it? But it’s the truth. I love sex but this was wrong. Even as I spurted my load into her cunt and she shifted position slightly, to take pleasure by putting pressure on her clit, I felt violated.
Roughly pushing her off. I stood, and zipped up. Then, grabbing the latch of the door I snarled,
“Cheap bitch. Don’t you dare tell anyone about this. Do yer here me?”
I got back to the cab. I’d only been gone for about fifteen minutes. I was grubby and sick to the stomach.
She never turned up at the club again and I didn’t speak about that night for years.
I was ashamed – and embarrassed I hadn’t managed to stop her.
As far as I was concerned it was an “unmentionable” – so I didn’t mention it to anyone. I don’t mention it. But when I read about chicks who have experienced this kind of thing, I just wanna shout out – it can happen to a bloke too yer know…
Don’t mention it – is a fictionalised account of something that actually happened in the 1980’s to a man I know and shared with his consent! I’ve been meaning to write about it for some time. After seeing this post from Melody and the Wicked Wednesday prompt I decided now was the right time.
In case you would like to read some more true stories that I have fictionalised.
The header photo is from Pixabay.