Neck Romance

[OMG!] My friend Christie MSGed me [I think I just got assaulted on the bus! XD]

[You think?] I sent back, and took my phone in the bathroom.

[Well, it was really weird.
So, I don’t know how to feel about it, but also kinda kinky?]

[So, we are talking about sex assault.
What happened?
And what were you doing on the bus anyways?]

[One thing at a time! Okay, well I broke my leg Friday. It’s stupid.] Which is why she didn’t tell me sooner? [You know that hole in the back yard? Well, I was playing in the leaves with the kids.] She means her nieces, and nephews, because she’s the youngest. All her brothers and sisters are married, and having kids, which makes her an aunt. [and I completely spaced on it.]

[So, you stepped in it?]

[Running full-tilt, it bent backwards, snapped the little bone, and twisted the big one in my leg.]

[The Tibia, and the fibula?]

[Oh yeah, I broke my tibia, but the fibula, that’s just a spiral fracture. So, I’m in a full leg cast up above the knee.] She sent a picture, from her wheelchair, and it looked like it went all the way down to her ankle as well. [That’s why I was on the bus, I couldn’t drive even if I could get it under the dashboard, but they’ve got a chair-lift on the bus.]

[Okay, so where were you taking the bus to?]

[Oh, we all went out to Sunday mass as a family. It’s a tradition, so I didn’t want to miss it.] She’s Christian too. Probably why she has such a big family, they don’t believe in using birth control, so you’re supposed to wait until you get married to stop the spread of STIs.

[So then what happened?]

[Well, I was on the way home, and not surprising, there wasn’t a whole lot of people riding the bus early Sunday afternoon, on Thanksgiving weekend.]

[But there was someone on there to assault you?]

[Yeah, there was this guy. He got on after me, and behind me, but also in front of me? Okay, the wheelchair space is backwards. So the bus driver had to fold up a seat, and lock me in behind him.]

[You mean lock in the wheel-chair.]

[Yeah, there’s this little lock he hooked over the wheels, with the brakes on, but it turns out there was a little space behind there, and I had my hair up in a pony tail, because it was windy. I wasn’t even thinking about what I was wearing, and I took my scarf off, but when the bus started moving again, he got up behind me, and the driver.]

[In the space between us, it was just big enough for him to get behind me, or I guess so somebody can push you. I just realized that, you know how some handicaps have attendants? Mom had to meet me at the bus stop to push me up the hill when I got home, but here’s the weird part.]

[Uh huh?] She was really going, so I didn’t want to interrupt her, just let her know that I was still interesting.

[Well, it was a little weird of him to squeeze in behind me, but then he started talking about my neck. Complimenting me on it, he said I had a graceful neck? I was a little flattered, so I thanked him sincerely. Not just to be polite.]

[What did he look like?]

[Oh, I don’t know, he had a mask on, and me too. They put up a piece of plastic between the driver, and the doors, but he had a mask on too. They just have like a solid wall behind him, with schedules, and the bus map on it, like the bus stop.]

[So, then what did he do?]

[Well, first I felt him brush my hair. Not with a hairbrush, he just brushed it out of the way with his hand, I think. Then, he started feeling my neck with his fingertips. They were cold at first, but then they started warming up, and I got kind of hot under the collar.

Because it was kinda like necking? And kinda not at the same time, because he didn’t bend down. I don’t suppose he could bend down, and breathe on my neck, in that tight space, but then I heard his zipper right by my ear.]

[He didn’t just whip it out, right by the window.]

[He did! I looked out the window to see if anybody was seeing this, but there wasn’t really anyone on the road, neither. You know, it’s kinda dead even during the day with the lockdown.]

[Yeah, that’s the point. I’m surprised they even run the busses, especially on Sunday.]

[Well, the driver said, I got to talk to him while he was helping me up, but he had to get out, and go all the way around to come in the automatic doors. After the wheelchair ramp was folded back up into stairs again, but they started running busses on Sundays, and Holidays, because of the Quarantine. A lot of people can’t drive, so he’s getting payed overtime, they all are.]

[Well, that’s good, but after he whipped it out on the bus, what did you say?]

[Nothing? I wanted to tell him that it was inappropriate, and I didn’t like it, but I didn’t want to lie.]

[You did like it?]

[Kinda, yeah? And no, it did make me uncomfortable, and at the same time, it gave me the itchy britches. I just, well. I don’t guess there’s any way to put this.]

[You just masturbated?]

[Yeah, when I got home. I couldn’t help it, but don’t tell anyone. The church is running this online confessional, but I just had to tell somebody before I contact the priest, and he was probably busy anyway.]

[Don’t feel bad about it, you didn’t do anything?]

[No, but I should have said something, and I just gave myself an orgasm.]

[Well, don’t feel bad about that, either. I know you probably think it’s sinful or whatever, but you’re a teenage girl, you’re almost 20 FFS, and it’s really not healthy to hold it in the way you do.]

[Yeah, but the kind of man that does that.]

[You know, I went out with this one guy, that loved my feet?]

[LOL, when you say loved your feet.]

[Yeah, I mean he tried to make love to them. That’s kinda why I never called him back, because I didn’t really like it.]

[Why not? It’s safe sex, unless you’ve got flies buzzing around your crotch to carry the sperm. Sitting around without any underwear on.]

[Christine!] I couldn’t help laughing. [When did you get so dirty minded?] Of course I heard that joke before. How do you get a Blonde pregnant, but not from her. She would never tell such a dirty joke before.

[Well, I guess I started struggling with such thoughts when we’re in middle school, so maybe 6, or seven years?]

[I had no idea.]

[Well, of course I kept them to myself, but you really think it’s not healthy?]

[If you start getting horny at 12, and then don’t masturbate until you’re 19? Yeah, that’s probably not healthy.]

[Well, what about that pervert on the bus? You think it’s like foot freaks?]

[I don’t know, honestly. I don’t know if anyone really understands why some guys are into that.]

[You said you didn’t really like it?]

[Well, the problem is they’re way down there. So his junk was all the way on the wrong end of me, and it’s not like you can do half the stuff with your toes that you can with your fingers, and thumbs. We’re not monkeys.]

[Yeah, it was kind of like that for me too. He didn’t want me to look at him, which is another thing that made it feel like an assault. Other than the mask, and being a complete stranger, in public, from behind.]

[Because he didn’t want you looking at him?]

[Yeah, you know Claire Baldwin?]

[Of course.]

[Well, she doesn’t want me sharing this with anyone, so you didn’t hear it from me, but she was grabbed from behind like that, and he didn’t rape her. He just groped her, and humped her butt, then let her go.]

[Oh.]

[What?]

[Well, that must be going around, because. I have another friend, and she doesn’t want me telling anyone else, but I think the same guy might have grabbed her, too. Where did this happen?]

[Claire’s assault?]

[Yeah.]

[Somewhere in her neighborhood. She didn’t say exactly where, but she was out with her friends, and she had to get home, but she didn’t make it.]

[But she was walking alone, after dark.]

[Yeah, but you can’t blame the victim for what some pervert did.]

[I’m not blaming her, I’m trying to figure out if maybe he is the same guy, but this friend of mine. She lives in the same neighborhood, and she snuck out. Late at night, but did he say anything to her?]

[Yeah, but she couldn’t tell me. Not just because they were dirty words, but they made her feel dirty, so she couldn’t say it, without flashing back.]

[Yeah, the same with my friend, only she could tell me he called her slut, and blamed her for going out dressed like that.]

[Like what?]

[Tights, and a short dress? This was on summer, so she wore like a sun-dress, but it was also late at night, so she put on tights to keep her legs warm.]

[I don’t know what Claire was wearing, but I can ask her. Probably not much, the way she used to dress.]

[So, that was on summer too.]

[Yeah, about the same time she started dressing too warm for summer, in long sleeves, and baggy pants?]

[Yeah, I didn’t want to say anything, but I just figured she was cutting.]

[Well, she did start cutting too. Because of that, but not on her arms. On her behind. I think it’s because she hates it, after what he did, and she wants to make it less attractive. Or maybe just punish it for getting the wrong kind of attention.]

[Yeah, you’re not going to start cutting, or anything?]

[Oh no. You don’t have to worry about that. For one thing, cutting my neck sounds pretty dangerous. I could bleed to death if I cut the wrong thing, and then I’d have to wear scarves, and turtle necks all year round.

Oh yeah, and another thing is, I’m starting to think you’re right. Maybe punishing myself for having normal sexy thoughts are the reason why they’ve turned so dark, and violent.]

[Your fantasies?]

[My wet dreams. They used to be nightmares, but lately I’ve been starting to enjoy them.]

[Since the assault?]

[No, even before that. I didn’t want to be assaulted, and I never dreamed of anything like that. I mean what kind of kinky freak has a fetish for necks, a vampire?]

[I don’t know, but what kinds of dark, and violent wet dreams are we talking about?]

[Well, the usual horror stories, I guess. A bunch of guys in ski masks, with a van grabbing me off the street, and violating me. Every hole in my body.]

[So gang rape.]

[Yeah, gang rape. Is that unhealthy?]

[It’s not all that rare, but I’m glad you finally opened up about it.]

[I guess I maybe thought that it wouldn’t be as sinful if they made me do it, if I didn’t enjoy it, but then it happened, and I did?]

[You did?]

[Yeah, a part of me wants him to do it again.]

[Oh, well that seems risky.]

[I know, right?]

[Well, it sounds like you have plenty to think about while you masturbate. So, stick to that for a while.]

[You think it’s okay, if I play with myself then confess, and am forgiven?]

[I don’t know about sin, and forgiveness. Talk to your preacher about that, I’m just saying that all this sexual repression can’t be healthy for you.]

[Thanks. I got pictures.]

[Of what?]

[Well, he didn’t want me looking at him, but then he closed his eyes. So could get my phone out.]

She sent me them, the first one with his dick just hanging over her shoulder, then hard, and rubbing up against her red hot neck. And finally, him pulling his zipper up, but leaving a spot on her cheek. Running down her neck, and even sticking to the collar of her blouse.

[IGTG, TTYL?]

[Yeah, I have to fiddle around a little again, too.]

One of her church blouses, baby blue, with white lace around the collar, and the top buttons undone. Much father than she would ever dare, so she must have unbuttoned it when she started getting hot. And red, and wet, and sticky splashes of cum all over her neck.

“Hhuh!” At least she’s over 18, so she can take pictures, and send them. He looked 18 too, and it wasn’t a porn-star cock. Not even close, but it’s not like she’s seen a full boner right in front of her like that, and had it rubbed all over her neck. “Hhuh!” Maybe in front of the mirror, so I can see it, and feel it, but I guess that’s why she got her phone out to take selfies.

Even with the mask on, she must have been grinning madly for me to see it in her eyes, and cheeks like that. Wow, I don’t know about this neck humper, but it sure made me horny, just looking at it. Maybe, I should try that, with my boyfriend, and a mirror. At least until we both turn 18, so we can take pictures, and movies to show them on the internet.

Until then, I better stop writing, one handed…

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