Serial Rapist
You scramble through fallen branches and between trees, trying to leave a trail for Tessa to follow behind.
You keep thinking that your fort is just a couple trees ahead, but some memories of logs and oddly knotted trees keep you moving forward. You are impressed with yourself - you remember that this used to be your "secret" fort, but you didn't remember how very far into the woods it lay. Well beyond the edge of the forest, you spot the clearing you remember.
Your fort still stands there, solid. It's construction is pretty impressive too. You had layed out 2x4's across the lower branches of three large trees that were conveniently and uncannily close to each other. You had nailed each board many times to various places and placed panels of wood on top of each of the beams.
The floor was the most sturdy part of the fort.
You hadn't been able to convince your parents to give you the materials for the rest of the fort. You had taken an old pool cover and strung it across all the branches to form walls and a roof. At one point you tried making a window. All the window ever amounted to was a large hole for rain to seep through.
"It's still here!" Haha! Awesome!
You sprint forward, grabbing onto the branches you had always used to enter your fort. You pull yourself up and look down to Tessa.
Tessa tries to use the same branches you to ascend to the fort, but has trouble. Women are typically weaker than men and Tessa is no exception. In addition, Tessa is a tad shorter and thinner than the other girls around the school and she doesn't get outside enough to be very fit.
You wedge yourself in the tree and lend an arm down to Tessa. You pull her up and she clamors over and up into the fort.
"Wow! You built this yourself?" This is the only time Tessa had really spoken out about anything.
"Yeah, three or four years ago. I had all these plans for elevators and underground tunnels and stuff." You admit.
"That would have been really hard. Maybe if you had your dad work on it with you or something." She offers, like she's making an excuse for you.
"Nah - well. I didn't want anyone else to know about it really. I had to let my parents know because I didn't have any other way of getting money for it. I really just wanted it to be a place I could go to be alone. But - yeah." You can't think of much to say for a bit. "You are the only other person who has seen this."
Tessa picks up a sign and grins. "No girls? Sounds like there were boys here."
You give a half-laugh. "Nope - that was all me. I guess I should have made a 'No guys' sign too." You take the "No girls" sign from her and toss it to the side. "Rules have changed."
You intended for that to sound really cool, but it sounds really, really dorky and the conversation falls flat.
After a really long time, Tessa says, "Do you like me?"
In your mind, you panic. You remember, very vividly now, that all you want from Tessa is pussy; that you want it now and today. You can't really format something to say... and shit.
Maybe you should just kiss her? Or is she expecting that?
You struggle with the decision for what seems like a really long time and then move your head forward a little.
The first inch your lips move seems really hard, but the remainder of the distance disappears easily. Making the decision was the hard part.
Your lips touch Tessa's off the mark, a little to one side.
You can tell Tessa is stunned. She doesn't kiss back at all. You keep kissing her and try to lean her back into the makeshift tent behind you, but she's rigid.
You keep kissing her for a while, then move your arms around her and wiggle them into her shirt.
"No." She says suddenly. Her voice betrays how hesitant she is, but at the same time how much she means it.
Your hands continue and slip under her bra.
"No!" She says more confidently, and squirms, trying to shrug you off.
A thousand thoughts race across your mind, to one end. You are sure that Tessa will feel just as pleased by this as you will. She's just nervous. Her mother and her mother fucking "God will be watching you" crap.
Tessa's stuggling becomes more violent but at all times seems half-hearted to you.
"She must really want it bad." You think.
You keep thinking that your fort is just a couple trees ahead, but some memories of logs and oddly knotted trees keep you moving forward. You are impressed with yourself - you remember that this used to be your "secret" fort, but you didn't remember how very far into the woods it lay. Well beyond the edge of the forest, you spot the clearing you remember.
Your fort still stands there, solid. It's construction is pretty impressive too. You had layed out 2x4's across the lower branches of three large trees that were conveniently and uncannily close to each other. You had nailed each board many times to various places and placed panels of wood on top of each of the beams.
The floor was the most sturdy part of the fort.
You hadn't been able to convince your parents to give you the materials for the rest of the fort. You had taken an old pool cover and strung it across all the branches to form walls and a roof. At one point you tried making a window. All the window ever amounted to was a large hole for rain to seep through.
"It's still here!" Haha! Awesome!
You sprint forward, grabbing onto the branches you had always used to enter your fort. You pull yourself up and look down to Tessa.
Tessa tries to use the same branches you to ascend to the fort, but has trouble. Women are typically weaker than men and Tessa is no exception. In addition, Tessa is a tad shorter and thinner than the other girls around the school and she doesn't get outside enough to be very fit.
You wedge yourself in the tree and lend an arm down to Tessa. You pull her up and she clamors over and up into the fort.
"Wow! You built this yourself?" This is the only time Tessa had really spoken out about anything.
"Yeah, three or four years ago. I had all these plans for elevators and underground tunnels and stuff." You admit.
"That would have been really hard. Maybe if you had your dad work on it with you or something." She offers, like she's making an excuse for you.
"Nah - well. I didn't want anyone else to know about it really. I had to let my parents know because I didn't have any other way of getting money for it. I really just wanted it to be a place I could go to be alone. But - yeah." You can't think of much to say for a bit. "You are the only other person who has seen this."
Tessa picks up a sign and grins. "No girls? Sounds like there were boys here."
You give a half-laugh. "Nope - that was all me. I guess I should have made a 'No guys' sign too." You take the "No girls" sign from her and toss it to the side. "Rules have changed."
You intended for that to sound really cool, but it sounds really, really dorky and the conversation falls flat.
After a really long time, Tessa says, "Do you like me?"
In your mind, you panic. You remember, very vividly now, that all you want from Tessa is pussy; that you want it now and today. You can't really format something to say... and shit.
Maybe you should just kiss her? Or is she expecting that?
You struggle with the decision for what seems like a really long time and then move your head forward a little.
The first inch your lips move seems really hard, but the remainder of the distance disappears easily. Making the decision was the hard part.
Your lips touch Tessa's off the mark, a little to one side.
You can tell Tessa is stunned. She doesn't kiss back at all. You keep kissing her and try to lean her back into the makeshift tent behind you, but she's rigid.
You keep kissing her for a while, then move your arms around her and wiggle them into her shirt.
"No." She says suddenly. Her voice betrays how hesitant she is, but at the same time how much she means it.
Your hands continue and slip under her bra.
"No!" She says more confidently, and squirms, trying to shrug you off.
A thousand thoughts race across your mind, to one end. You are sure that Tessa will feel just as pleased by this as you will. She's just nervous. Her mother and her mother fucking "God will be watching you" crap.
Tessa's stuggling becomes more violent but at all times seems half-hearted to you.
"She must really want it bad." You think.