This is based on a true story as told to me by the person who experienced it. Actually a relative, but not a close one. The introduction is fairly long, but it almost has to be to set the stage, so bear with me. It gets hot after that. (Edited to protect identities.)
Well, it's a long story and maybe it was bound to happen sooner or later. I got accused of rape. I'd kicked around a lot in my 45 years, most of them as either a single or divorced guy, and I'd fucked a lot of women. This particular woman was drunk when I fucked her, and her recollection of how that came about was entirely different from mine. I remember I fucked her a little rough, but that seemed to be what she wanted. I just considered it a one night stand and didn't call her afterwards, and that may have been my mistake. I just knew that it was a dark cloud now.
The DA's office didn't really believe her story, but she had been persistent, and they offered me a deal to just make it go away. If I would voluntarily join a sex behaviors support group and attend weekly meetings for a certain amount of time, they would drop the whole thing. This particular group was for "sex and love behaviors". I wasn't sure what that meant but guessed I'd find out. I wasn't happy about it, of course, but I could see the wisdom of what they were saying.
So there I was at my first meeting of the group. There were about 20 of us, 12 men and 8 women. and nearly all were younger than me. I said "nearly" all, but I'll get to that in a minute. This group was similar to overeaters groups in that the goal was not total abstinence. Obviously if you stopped eating entirely you wouldn't be around for very many meetings. This was similar in that the goal was not to give up sex entirely, but to avoid dysfunctional sexual behaviors as well as those in your love life.
As with nearly all support groups an important part was the "sharing" of experiences and goals with the other members. We went by first names, and mine is Bryan. When my turn came I begged off by saying I was new and would be better prepared next time. Now to the other person in the room who appeared to be about age 45. A woman whose name I found out was Linda. Sharp looking brunette lady, and very well groomed. She was wearing a casual shift type dress with buttons down the front. The top buttons were open showing some cleavage, and there was a gap at the bottom which showed off her nice bare legs. Flip flop sandals with small heels completed her outfit. Maybe just a little thick around the middle. I guessed her tits to be about a 34C. When her turn to share came, I didn't really understand all she was saying, but it was clear she had some deep rooted problems related mostly to her love life but some sexual stuff as well.
I'm not a "hunk" in the usual sense, and I'm not a young guy anymore, but I'm fairly tall and well built and have a thick eight inch cock. I'm usually able to attract women (maybe too many) including some who were in the class of this Linda. I noticed she carefully avoided any eye contact or other recognition of me, although I glanced her way several times.
When the meeting was over I hung around for a few minutes and several people greeted me as a newcomer. Linda hung around also and chatted, but not with me. She seemed to know most of the people in the room. I didn't stay long. They had given me some literature, and I decided to read it. I was stuck with this thing for six months for good or ill. There was some interesting stuff in there, and I could see myself in some of the dysfunctional sexual behaviors as well as the love life parts. Too bad I didn't read this before the "rape" charges came up.
At the next meeting I was prepared to share a little, but not about the specific thing that had brought me here. Linda kind of continued with the story she had talked about last time, but now I understood it better. In her sharing it was pretty clear she had been practicing total abstinence from sex for the year she had been in the group and for some period even before that. This was not recommended in the literature I had read.
I was curious about that, and after the meeting I thought I'd see if I could talk to her and draw her out about it. She was polite but distant, and I could see I would get nowhere with any questions I might have. She asked me if I had read the literature, and I said yes, and it was very interesting. She said she noticed I was pretty generic with my sharing, and this group worked best if you were more open. I thanked her, and she drifted away.
Several months went by, and I did get more open with my sharing but still avoided the rape charge. I had a better understanding of Linda's history now, and it was clear she had been beaten up pretty badly in her love life and felt she had been used sexually. She remained cool toward me, so I was surprised when one night after the meeting she asked me if I wanted to go for a cup of coffee. I said sure, and there we were sitting across from each other in a booth at a coffee shop.
She said, "I know I've been cool toward you, but somehow you remind me of some of the men I've been involved with in the past. Those relationships came to no good end, and I felt I was used and abused in them."
