It was a cool crisp summer evening, the crickets were chirping. Gene had just finished ravaging my body and I needed a cigarette. I went out to the front porch steps to smoke. I felt like I was being watched, but I wasn't sure by whom or from where. I had slipped on an extra large tee shirt, which on my five foot two frame was more like a tent, and a pair of thong underwear. There was a breeze coming across the front lawn brushing my shirt between my legs. I took a few drags and I felt that someone was near me. I looked around but saw no one. I finished my cigarette and turned to go back inside. As my hand pulled open the storm door, I felt the presence of someone standing behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
And then all at once he grabbed me, forcing me inside and then shoving me face first, against the wall. "Hi, baby," a familiar whisper touched my ear, as he pressed his body tightly against me. He allowed me to turn around and face him. In the dim moonlight, I thought I recognized his face as he ran his hands down my body, I was not wearing a bra, so the sensation is incredible. All at once with one rapid movement, he lifted the tee shirt releasing my tits from their confinement. He groped my breasts like he had never touched breasts before. Then leaning down he started biting my nipples and pulling on them. I reached down and touched his head, his thinning brown hair felt very familiar to me but he grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands up against the wall. I gasp and he reached up and put a finger to my mouth and whispered in my ear, "shhhhh, it will be okay," and then proceeded to bite on my neck and my ears, working his way down to my tummy.
My heart was racing and my breathing quick and steady. Not sure whether or not I liked what was happening to me. He was a good friend, fairly handsome and at times, I have fantasized about him and wanted him, but he was here and literally attacking me. He looked up at me and stared into my eyes. His are dark and filled with passion. His passion was all I could see and feel. His stare turned away from my eyes and drifted to my lower stomach where his soft lips planted kisses. Just when I thought he was going down on me, he stopped. I heard the faint sounds of his belt and his zipper. I glanced down and I saw his pants drop to his ankles.