Just a quick note; skip to -Beginning- if you want.
My name's Jessie. I'm 18 and a quarter. I was always told stories by women older than me I didn't believe about men doing things to them in public, but I didn't believe them until a few weeks ago when an extraordinary incident happened to me, but I'm not mad about it! Hear me out.
How is it possible for a girl to have nonconsensual sex and not be mad about it, even chill about it? Simple! I don't think what happened was malicious at all! Some guys tried to romance me their way, that's all. I take it as a compliment. I didn't like their way of expressing it, but life is 10% what happens to you and 90% what you make it. All experiences are good for you even if you don't like them, and upon reflection, this was one of the best experiences to ever happen to me because it made me discover a passion.
I have to say, I never made a big deal out of it, even though the sex was nonconsensual; that is, I didn't choose it and wouldn't do it if I had the choice, but I have difficulty calling it rape. More I was taken advantage of. And my scenario was the extreme example! So if I can be not angry with my experience I can understand the lax attitude towards lesser things.
I wouldn't say I forgive the men I had sex with and gave a blowjob, since I didn't really want to have sex with them and they really took advantage of me and left me in a precarious scenario, even really embarrassing me publicly... but I'm not angry at them nor do I hate them or wish them harm. They were just really horny guys that saw an opportunity and took it, and taught me valuable lessons even though the consequences were what they were. I could've really been more careful really, and as a side bonus my experiences inspired me to write a short ficton erotica based on a nightclub gloryhole, but inspired by the noncon sex I had.
I want to talk about what happened but I think only the internet would believe me. It's a wild ride but in the end it's an amazing story to take on my life journey! I've really learned to grow from this. I don't think I'll ever masturbate to it myself but I feel it'll be an opportunity to move on from it if I tell you guys my story and someone gets something good out of enjoying it!
So yeah! Trust me that I'm O.K., I just really wanted to share this since it truly is an extraordinary experience for someone to stumble across and I choose to think of myself as lucky no matter what in life because I have so many experiences to reminisce over and learn lessons from.
-Beginning-
I guess I should describe myself. I have tan skin and medium breasts, with darkish nipples. I like to think I have a big ass and that my face is a good mix of girl next door/hot. I'm 5'10 and have brown hair and eyes.
There was a new bus route from between my town and the next one over, about an hour long drive. I don't drive so I was excited to check it out. It was free for a month on the night routes, so one night I went to check out the 10pm route.
When I got to the station and then on the bus, I was the only one there. To make it less awkward with the driver, I sat in the back compartment, as it was a segmented longer bus.
About ten minutes into the drive I was enjoying listening to my music, I hadn't been on a night drive since family vacations. All of a sudden two rugged looking men came in from the front, must've been early 30s. They must've gotten on last minute, I thought.
To my surprise, they sat down beside me, in the empty compartment. I instantly got nervous and also got a better loot at them- they were unshaven, with typical muscle-head faces; handsome, but cocky. One was blonde and one had brown hair and glasses.
If I was shocked from their boldness in sitting in the same seat section as me, I hadn't seen anything yet. I was wearing a knee length red dress, and the blonde one sitting beside me instantly reached behind me and unzipped my dress all the way down to where it stopped just short of my panty line.
I ripped out my earbuds and set my phone down, reaching for my back. I thought this was some sort of prank or something.
"Okay, guys," I chuckled, "that's enough. I don't like being back here-"
Before I could finish, the one in glasses across from me cut me off.
"We won't hurt you, please don't worry. We just need you to keep quiet."
With that my heart sunk. They didn't sound like they were joking. The part about not hurting me was reassuring, but the entire message was the ultimate opposite of reassuring.