TW: Non-consent - Obviously this is repulsive and this story is just for erotic entertainment purposes. Do not read if it does not interest you.
Have you ever found yourself turned on at the absolute worst moment in life?
This happened to me during a sleep over with a friend at my house. I was 19 at the time and still a virgin. At the time I was really horny and the fact that I had not had sex yet made me even hornier and flustered when I talked about sex with my girlfriends. This was perfectly natural but on this occasion my feelings added a lot of guilt as it was not appropriate.
I was back at home after the first year of college and still very much a virgin. I thought college would be when I finally lost the big V but I could never just go through with it. It was something that hung over me and it stopped me from being able to enjoy college. I was nerdy and shy and I could not quite break through yet to have my glow up. In High School I had a goth/emo phase but I had now grown out of it. I was the only Indian kid in the school and I did it more to have something more as part of my identity than being the only Indian kid in school. So I did the whole black lipstick, purple streaks in my hair, black clothes etc.
Kelly was my best friend in High School and she was visiting for a sleepover. I was surprised when I saw her as she had not changed much from High School. She still had the same emo look about her.
The conversation was initially a bit tentative and awkward between us as we reconnected but we were soon talking in the same way we did when we were in school.
We were in bed together and the conversation just began turning to sex.
"Jaya, so, did you do it?" She asked.
"Do what?" I asked confused for a moment.
"You know, did you lose the big V?" She asked. I hated the term big V. It was just sex but unfortunately something I had not experienced yet.
"No. I just can't find the right person," I replied.
"How is your dating life?" I asked trying to change the topic as I always felt awkward talking about my lack of sex life.
"Can we talk about something?" She said sounding serious.
"Of course. Are you ok?" I asked a little worried as her demeanor had completely changed.
"Do you remember a few months ago I said I would be going to Comicon and you couldn't make it?" I nodded my head vaguely remembering some loose plans to meet up for Comicon but I could not take time out at the time.
"I decided to go on my own. You only live once and all that," she said.
"That is cool. What happened?" I asked.
"I have not told anyone this. No one would believe me. I was on my own in this new city and I had found someone online who was renting out a room in his apartment for the few days of Comicon. He even reduced the rates for me. He was a 30 year old fat Indian nerd. Sorry, it doesn't matter that he was Indian but I am just describing him," she looks at me for my reaction but I know her too well to take offence.
"He seemed cool though. He was into Manga and he was a gamer too so I could joke with him. I was so excited and everything was going my way. I had planned on going as Harley Quinn, the Suicide Squad version. I went with the micro skirt, fishnet stockings, cropped 'daddy's lil monster' t-shirt and boots and the baseball bat over my shoulder," she described herself and I could just picture her looking hot. It was not an outfit I could pull off, mainly because of my physique and the fact I was not white. Kelly was skinny and tall-ish at 5'8" for a girl. I was only 5'3" and on the chubby side.
"Harley? Fuck. That sounds hot. Do you have any pictures?" She went through her phone and showed me a few of her in her bedroom.
"Who took these?" I asked.
"RJ, the guy Indian guy I was staying with," she replies and I wonder what the story here is as he keeps cropping up.
"You looked good and I loved that you did the hair too," I replied.
"I was happy with it but then again I think men think something different. They just saw me as a slut. I went with a thong instead of my normal panties and this may have been a mistake. Comicon was great and I really enjoyed it but I had to put up with some men copping a feel whenever I walked past. They could not help but grope my ass as I walked past or as they brushed past me. Some tried to even sneak their hands under my crop top. By the end I just got used to it and ignored the random touches," she explained and I felt bad that the perverts ruined her experienced.
"That sounds terrible. Were you ok?" I asked but the idea of her looking slutty and being groped was sending a tingly feeling between my legs.
"That is not the end of it. I did not let it ruin my experience of the event and I picked up some cool one of a kind things and queued up to meet the celebs. Anyway I got back in the evening and RJ was playing Batman: Arkham Asylum. You know me? I love that game," she said with a meek laugh.
"We would play that for hours," I replied as I reminisced about our late nights.
"Yeah, anyway my intention was to change immediately after a day of being groped by strangers but I had put so much effort into the outfit and I thought why not stay dressed like this. RJ asked if I liked Chinese and ordered food. He also pulled out a joint and he brought out a few spirit bottles. Vodka, whisky and absinthe," she made a face with her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth.
"Spirits and you don't mix," I said knowing her too well.
"I turned to him and said the same," she said as we both gave each other that look of synchronicity.
"Anyway, we just game for a while and smoke the joint between us. It is kind of intimate sharing a join. He is looking over at me but it isn't obvious ogling. I kind of didn't mind if he did though. I was dressed to be ogled. As the hours turn later I was a little buzzed from the weed and he brings it up once more. 'If you do this challenge, I will take a shot but if you fail then you take a shot?' He offered. I knew the game like the back of my hand so there was no way I was failing. He took the first shot. But I opened up the drinking game now and everytime he completed a challenge I took a shot. We had both taken 3 shots each and you know me. I began to feel lightheaded. A mix of the week and alcohol. It was time I should have gone to my room but we were on the last level. I was about to leave when he said, 'come on, we are on the last level. I can't do this without you,' he had a way of making me want to stay. He offered that the last shot should be absinthe. If I was successful he would take it and if I failed he would take it. I have never drank this before but I knew it would be strong. He convinced me I would complete it easily and as I felt there was little risk of losing I agreed to his condition." She paused for a moment as she seemed to be in deep thought.
I was invested in the story and aroused by the slow description of events.
"What happened next?" I asked as my intrigue made me impatient.
"My hubris got the better of me. My skills were not as good after three shots of vodka and I failed. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised as my eyes were directed to the shot glass. I pinched my nose and swallowed it in one. My throat felt like it was burning and I had to rapidly down the chaser. My head was now spinning. When I tried to get up the room felt like it was spinning out of control. I had to sit back down. Rj came up close to me and stroked my leg over the fishnet stockings. I tried to push him away like 'wtf are you doing' but my sense of self was weak and he easily pushed me down against the couch. He began to kiss me and my body out of instinct kissed him back. He was on top of me in a flash as he pulled his sweatpants down," she paused as she became a little teary eyed and deep in thought.
My mind was in a different place though. I was so turned on and I could feel myself become moist at hearing this.
I held her hand and reassured her, "It is ok. You can tell me."
"My memory is hazy. I really do not remember much. For parts of it I just remember a throbbing between my legs. The most intense arousal as I slipped between a dream sense and reality. I remember regaining consciousness when he is on top of me fucking me hard with his hand around my throat. All I can see is the elephant pendant around his neck as it moves with the rhythm of his thrusts. My crop top is pulled up over my breasts with my bra. He has torn a hole in my pantyhose and he has pulled my thong to the side. I just hear him grunting and saying 'Daddy's lil fuckin' monster'. The most shameful part is that I am moaning as he forces himself on top of me," she says.
"Were you turned on by it?" I asked. I knew I should not be asking these questions as she shared trauma but I found it arousing. I felt so guilty about how I was feeling.
"It is hard to explain. I didn't want it but my body reacted differently. My legs were wrapped around him and I would be lying if I said my pussy was not wet and my pussy muscles were not gripping on to his cock for life. My moans told their own story. It was maybe the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced and I definitely remember that as my eyes rolled into the back of my head," she said and her voice was quieter.
"How big was he?" I asked unable to stop myself from wanting more details. I was so wrong for asking this but I could not help it. I was a horny teenager and pinched my leg hard for letting it slip.
