1. Freddy in the Bathroom: Date-Rape and "Dirty Little Secrets"


    Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: True Story, Coercion, First Time, Latina, Rape, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Written by women, Author: slick_chick, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Freddy in the Bathroom: Date-Rape and "Dirty Little Secrets" by slick_chick * * * * * Despite the fact that I was merely cute-looking, and definitely not gorgeous, I went on to have a string of boyfriends throughout high school, and during my first year at college. I wasn't a "goody two-shoes" either. I did my fair share of French-kissing and mutual body-groping with my boyfriends. But outwardly, I always played the role of the "nice girl" who had a reputation to keep. And I let every one of my boyfriends know up-front that I was a virgin, and that I wanted to avoid having sexual intercourse until I got married, and let my groom fuck me on my wedding night. However, the real truth was that, once I became sexually excited enough while making out with my boyfriends in the back seat of a car, my rational mind would go right out the window, to be quickly replaced by my living-in-the-moment state-of-mind, where it really didn't matter to me how "far" my boyfriends went with me. In fact, thanks to my adolescent sexual encounter with Freddy in the bathroom, I yearned to feel a guy's dick--and especially his sperm--in my pussy so badly that I could hardly stand it. Ironically, none of my boyfriends ever "took advantage of me" during a date. But it wasn't because I ever did anything to try to stop any of them from fucking me. Instead, it was simply because I always fell hard for the "really nice guys." The kind of guys who don't date-rape their girlfriends in the back seat of a ...
    car. I became a college sophomore in the fall of 1972. At the very beginning of the fall semester, I met the love of my life. In this story I'll be calling him "Ray," which is not his real name. Ray was a freckled, red-headed, Scotch-Irish man who would become my husband many years later. Within a month after we first met, Ray and I started dating, and we quickly fell in love. However, about a year or so into our relationship, my parents tried to stop me from dating Ray. They didn't like his long hair, and the fact that he played in a rock band. My mother--the one who really "wore the pants" in my family--especially didn't like the fact that Ray and I were getting very serious. He had already given me a promise ring, which I was proud to wear. And worst of all, from my mother's racial-purist point-of-view, Ray wasn't Hispanic. The last thing that my mother wanted was for me to be head-over-heels in love with a non-Hispanic guy, which is exactly what had ended up happening. So I did the only thing logical thing that I could think of: I ran away from home. I snuck out of my house late that same night (the night that my mother told me that she was forbidding me from dating Ray ever again). I walked to Ray's house, which was a little over a mile and a half away from mine. I unexpectedly showed up on his doorstep at around 2:00 A.M., knocked on his front door and woke him up from a sound sleep. I asked if I could spend the night--and I never left. And that's how Ray and I ended up ...
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