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Was It Rape?
(mmf, drunk, nc/date rape)
By Emerald
Email: enslavedsincemay@yahoo.co.uk
Walking to my babysitting job on Friday night, I remember how angry I am.
Just remembering what happened, make me ball up my fists as I walked.
Man, oh man, am I still pissed at my mom!
The week before, a friend and I were walking around our housing
area on the military base we lived on. As she and I were gabbing,
we noticed a MP jeep pacing us. After a block or so, the MPs pulled
up beside us and said, “Do you ladies live in this housing area?”
Being military dependents, we pulled out our ID cards and both
replied yes, we lived near by actually. They insisted we be
escorted home, but we refused to get in the jeep. As long as
we weren’t under arrest, we knew we didn’t have to enter the vehicle.
So the passenger MP got out and walked with us through the housing
area to Sue’s house. Sue’s duplex back door faced my back door, and
we walked up into the adjoining backyards and looked at the MP with
us. We both pointed at our back doors, he pointed at Sue’s first.
So we went in to see her folks. The other MP pulled the jeep around
to the front of my duplex and walked around to Sue’s house through
my yard.
When we got in, the MPs said they had to make sure we lived in the
housing area and were not just prostitutes. Sue and I both dropped
our jaws at that remark. Her mom assured them that we were not and
that we both lived here in the housing area. We giggled our way out
the back door and into my yard.
I can see my mom and dad playing cards with the neighbors. Oh well,
I thought – they are going to laugh. As I opened the sliding glass
door and stepped in, one MP followed me.
Sue saw my mom look up and didn’t like the look on her face, so she
didn’t follow me in. The second MP stood in the doorway. As it was
a February night in Texas, it wasn’t hot or cold, so it was okay to
leave it open. I wish I hadn’t. Then Sue wouldn’t have heard what
happened next.
I walked into the living room toward the kitchen doorway where the
four adults were seated at the table. I smiled at my mom, she looked
a little pissed. Then I said, “You aren’t going to believe this, but
Sue and I were picked up for possible prostitution. You and dad have
to tell the military police that we live here.”
My mom looked at me, very angry, and said, “Finally. Someone sees you
two bitches for what you really are.”
I spun around and went out the back door. I heard the MP that had gone
in with me say ‘thank you ma’am’ to my mom. By the time I turned around
to slam the sliding glass door shut and glare at my mother, both MPs were
outside with Sue and I.
We walked slowly toward Sue’s duplex. She was as red in the face as I
felt. I looked at the ground, the MPs stopped. The one that had gone
in with me said, “We are sorry. We only wanted to know the rank of your
fathers so we could ask you two out. We didn’t mean to get you into trouble.”
Talk about blown away! We both were in shock.
The two MPs gave us little salutes and walked to their jeep. I went into
Sue’s house and stayed until the lights were out at my house.
Ever since that happened last weekend, I hadn’t spoken to my mother. And
now, I was walking toward my babysitting job, not having told anyone where
I was going. After all, she thought I was a whore, so why tell her anything?
And dad never defended me as far as I know, so who cares if they worried?
I really liked baby sitting for Paul and Elaine. They had three little
girls, all under age 5. They were so cool! They knew I didn’t ‘party’
in the traditional sense: I went to parties, but I didn’t drink or get
stoned because of low blood sugar – it hit me WAY to fast if I tried any
of it, so I just didn’t do it. I did however, go to parties after
babysitting, as most of the booze and dope would be gone then and I wouldn’t
be offered any as it was all ‘low in supply’ anyway.
So Elaine would plan early dinners and Paul would take her dancing right
after and they’d be back by 10 or so, allowing me to go to the party’s
late. Plus they allowed my friends to come over. Not just one, but all
of them. We would shoot pool if I had them over.
My friends knew Paul and Elaine, and they usually drove by their duplex on
Friday or Saturday nights looking to see if my car was there. I guess it
was a good thing that I told Veronica where I as going to be, as I did not
drive my car over this time. This particular night, Veronica came over.
Veronica is Sue’s younger sister. Sue is 18, Veronica is almost 17, and
I’ll be 18 in less than a month. Veronica and I shot pool and gabbed after
I got the three girls into bed.
While we were shooting pool, George and Mark pulled up out front. Veronica
went out to talk to them. Turns out, its George’s 16th birthday and he wants
us to go with him to Bill’s sister’s house in town for a party. We said sure,
but Paul and Elaine weren’t due back until after 9pm, so come back for me then.
Veronica went with George and Mark to get chips and stuff. When they returned,
we shot pool until 9:30 or so when Paul and Elaine got home.
I was still mad at my mom, so as we drove by my house, I ducked down so no
one would see me in the back of the car. We left the base housing area and
drove into town. George’s girlfriend wasn’t going to be there, she was only
14 and it was her curfew already.
When we got to Bill’s sister’s, Bill (age 20 or 21) and Henry (age 18) let
us in. Mark (age 15) is Henry’s best friend. All four guys are cute, but
Henry and Mark work out with weights and are well built shoulder and chest wise.
I kind of liked Henry, and rumor was he kind of liked me but was too shy to
ask me out. We usually wrestled or he would pick me up and move to another
location, just because he could. It was obvious Henry had been drinking; he
was smiling way too much and offered me a drink – knowing I don’t drink. He
sure turned a pretty shade of red when the others reminded him of that fact.
We all went into the living room and turned on MTV. I waited to see what spot
would be left open seating wise as there were six of us and only five places
to sit. Being Veronica’s best friend, I knew she had ‘a thing’ for Bill, so
when I saw him pull her onto his lap **Woo Hoo go Veronica!**, I quickly sat
in the last spot on the couch so she couldn’t say ‘no’ to sitting on Bill. I
looked over to see Henry sitting beside me, looking down at me and grinning.
After watching videos for awhile, Henry got up (obviously wasted) and headed
for the bathroom. He says he’s hot and pulls off his shirt before walking out
of sight. I ended up with his shirt on my head where he threw it. As he came
out of the bathroom, I stood up to throw the shirt back at him. I could see
him from the chest up where I was, the others could see him fully and seemed
to be trying to warn him about what I was doing. So I stepped out where he
could see me, just as Veronica squealed, “Bill – oh my god! Look at Henry!”
By that point, I could see him as well – from head to toe. He was totally
naked and walking toward me. He was obviously aroused; there was NO mistaking
that fact!
The recliner was closest to where Henry was, and as Mark had just got up
and walked into the back of the house, Henry went to sit in the recliner
and grabbed me by the hips at the same time. As he hit the chair and I fell
into his lap, the chair reclined fully.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a virgin and I do like this guy a lot, but this
was NOT what I had in mind and wanted NO part of it!
As he tried to kiss me, I rocked my body toward the footrest to right the
recliner before Henry could pull me to his chest. He had his arms around
me and I knew I was not going to get away from him while we were in the chair.
As I rocked my body, I said to Henry, “Wait. Sit up so I can reach you better,
you are taller than I am.”
He let the chair pop upright. I then started to slide off his legs until my
feet were on the floor. I was intending to stand up.
By this point, Veronica, George, and Bill were watching. George said, “Go for
it man – you know you like her.” At that, Henry grabbed me around my waist and
slid me back up against his body.
I managed to keep my toes on the floor and started jiggling my legs to make the
chair move. I told him, “You are going to be sick, you drank too much.” At the
same time, I forced myself up onto my feet, pulling him up with me so he would
be off balance.
Henry is about 6 feet tall and out weighs my 5 foot 4 inch, 115 pound frame.
I’ve known him about a year, we were friends. He was just drunk. I knew he
wouldn’t hurt me, so I wasn’t scared. I just needed to get control of the
situation between us before it got out of hand.
Yeah, right! Four drunken boys and two sober girls half their weight. Man
was I stupid!
Once on my feet, I pulled Henry to the next room. The front door meant a way
out for me, fresh air for him. The closer I got to the door, the more aggressive
Henry got trying to hold me against him and kiss me. I kissed him real quick and
reached for the door knob.
Henry tightened his grip around my waist and said into my ear, “I don’t have
anything on. We can’t go outside.”
Bill & George were cheering him on from the living room. Veronica was silent
and looked scared, just watching us.
I whispered, “I don’t want to be around everyone else.” I figured if I got
him away from his buddies encouraging him, I could get him to stop. Besides,
it was obvious he going to pass out soon.
Henry started pulling me down the hall with him, I went. As far as I knew, no
one else was back there and it would be quiet. I’d be able to reason with him.
Once he got me to his cousin’s room, he pulled me closer. His hands were
everywhere. He was kissing my face, my neck, my ears, my throat, and trying
to unfasten my jeans with one hand while sticking the other hand up my shirt
looking for the bra hooks. I moved his lower hand and refastened my pants,
quickly grabbing both his hands off my bra after that – and refastened it.
He pulled me against him by my hips, held me real close.
I could feel how aroused he was through my jeans, he was rock hard. He looked
down at me and smiled. After staring at me for what seemed like forever, he
kissed me on the mouth.
I had been wanting THAT kiss for months! I had waited for him to get up the
nerve to kiss me, and now he finally was. But this was NOT how it was suppose
to happen.
I froze. I couldn’t move. I just stood there with my hands on my jeans
letting him kiss me. He tasted like beer. His hair tickled my face. He
stopped kissing me and stared at me with those blue eyes.
I felt him reach for my jeans again. I grabbed his hands and entwined my
fingers in his and pressed against him so my jeans couldn’t get removed.
He gripped my fingers in return and moved our arms around to my back so he
that he was holding me again. I looked up, just as he kissed me. I still
had all my clothes on and I was safe, so I kissed him back.
He laid me on the bed while we kissed, putting our hands on either side of
my head. He let go of one hand and started touching me very gently on my
face. He slid his hand down to my neck, then my throat. When his had got
to my shoulder, he kissed me harder and sucked on my tongue and lip. I could
feel him move his hand to my breast, down to my waist, and up under my shirt.
As his hand touched the skin on my stomach and started up to my ribs, I bit
his lip just enough to get his attention.
He looked at me; he was so close that I could see his blue eyes in the dark.
He looked surprised. I said, “Henry, you don’t want to do this.”
“Yes I do.”
“You are drunk; you don’t want to do this. You don’t want to force me to
have sex with you.”
He never moved his face, just stared at me.
He quietly said, “No, I don’t want to force you.” Then he laid his face
into my neck and held me in a hug.
I hugged him back. I felt his breathing changing. He was slowly drifting
off, I was safe.
Then someone grabbed my arm.
Seems we had found Mark. He had gone to the room before us and passed out
on the king sized bed. Our talking and moving around on the bed had woken
him up. Had we known anyone was there, we’d have gone to a different room.
I jumped. So did Henry. Before either of us could say anything, Mark pulled
me toward him and tried to kiss me. Henry seemed to lose his sleepiness, and
started stroking his hands on my sides. NOW, I’m scared!
I told them both, “This is ME, MEAGAN!!!! Think about what you are doing!”
All I heard was, “But we both like you, so it’s okay.”
Mark is kissing the tears off my face, running his tongue over my eyes –
massaging them. He licked the tears off my cheeks, ears, lips, neck –
anywhere the tears go, Mark’s tongue goes.
They both are so gentle, like I’m a girlfriend – not the unwilling participant
that I really am.
Henry pulls off my sandals. Then he unbuttons my jeans, for the last time.
Mark has my hands in his. He’s leaning across me kissing me. I can’t move.
Henry slides my jeans off – kissing my stomach and legs. Then he slides his
hands up my legs to my shirt. Both of them take off my shirt and Mark unhooks
my bra.
As Henry pulls off my bra, I hear one of them say, “Oh gosh, they are real.”
I feel them touching my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples and neck.
I keep trying to put my hands on my breasts – to cover them. So Mark takes
my hands in his and pulls my arms over my head. I keep struggling to move
them back down – as they go numb. Mark pulls my hands to one side of my head
as he licks one of my nipples and trails his tongue up to my mouth – and kisses
me again.
My hands get caught in the wrought iron head board design. In a matter of
minutes, my hands and arms are totally useless; I can’t feel them, they are
totally numb. I can’t move my arms at all.
Mark slides his hands down my arms, caressing my face and breasts. I feel
Henry pushing my knees apart, so I wrap my legs around his thigh and pull
him tight against me, locking my legs behind his thigh – now he can’t do
anything to me, or so I think.
Henry kisses his way down my stomach to my waist. He puts one hand against
his thigh between my legs and slides it up to my crotch, while he kisses my
stomach and hips.
I see George standing by the bed. I ask him to help me. He says, “If I didn’t
have a girlfriend, I’d be in here with them. Don’t you know we all like you?”
He stroked my forehead, and walked out.
I do not want to be here! I can’t stop crying. Can’t stop saying, “Stop. Don’t.”
I do not want this to happen. They aren’t listening to me.
Mark is kissing my face. If I talk, he sticks his tongue in my mouth and kisses
me again. I’m too afraid to bite his tongue. I don’t want to be hurt. I just
want them to stop.
I see Bill watching. I ask him to help. He walks out, closing the door behind
him. I opened my mouth to scream, Mark covered it with a kiss.
Henry starts rubbing his hand on my crotch, trying to get me to relax my legs
around his thigh. He shifts his weight – causing me to lose the leg lock I had
on him. He quickly puts his other leg between mine and lies against me.
As Henry stretches his body the length of mine, Mark moves to one side, still
touching my breasts. Henry kisses me so gently – I tell him “No” one more
time. He says, “It’s ok Meagan”, as he slowly slides his penis inside me. As
Henry starts sliding his penis in and out of me while kisses me, Mark is licking
my breasts and neck and ears.
As Henry starts going faster with his hips, Mark looks in my eyes – then
suddenly pushes Henry off me. Foolishly, I think, ‘Yeah!! They are stopping’,
and I start to sit up. I was wrong.
Mark got between my legs, grabbed my hips, and sunk his penis into me saying,
“I have wanted to do this with you for a long time.” Then he slowly started
his own rhythm of in and out. I kept my legs as straight and as flat as I could,
I was not going to help them.
Henry started kissing me again, I begged him to stop and make Mark stop. I
kept crying. He asked if they were hurting me, I said ‘no’. I guess if I had
said ‘yes’, he would have stopped and made Mark stop as well. But it didn’t
hurt, not physically anyway, and I had answered without thinking. They were
very gentle, their intent was not to hurt me – but still, I did not want them
doing this to me.
When Mark stopped pumping his penis in and out of me, Henry got between my
legs with him. I felt Henry’s hands on my breasts, but I felt a hand on my
crotch too – WITH Henry’s penis! My fear went up a notch.
I was relatively new to sex and this was against my will, now they were both
between my legs? Were they gay?
I felt the hand guide Henry’s penis inside me and then move up higher on my
crotch as Henry started stroking in and out. I yelled, “Don’t touch me Mark!”,
and he moved his hand away.
Both of them had sex with me more than once. Then they laid on top of me
and passed out around the same time. I kept crying, I couldn’t stop. I was
so scared. And now there is a new feeling – I’m MAD! Mad at all five of them.
After a long while, I slid out from under them both and grabbed my clothes.
I ran to the only bedroom unoccupied and locked the door. I laid on the bed
unhurt, but crying, angry, and in shock.
At some point, I fell asleep. I awoke to see Bill looking through the door
at me; he had a key I guess. He shut the door. I got up and followed him
to the kitchen where Veronica was. She wouldn’t look at me.
Henry and Mark woke up. They came running down the hall naked, looking for
their clothes and muttering, “How the hell did I end up naked, in bed,
obviously had sex, and with my best friend? And why are my clothes on the
other end of the house?” I actually laughed.
They were totally freaked out and obviously did not remember the night before.
They see Veronica and I standing there look down at their nakedness – and
blush! Soon as they are dressed, they yell at Bill to take them home. George
had left the night before, so Bill was our ride home.
Henry and Mark lived across the street from each other in opposing cul de sacs.
Henry’s cul de sac abutted Veronica’s – but had no access other than footing it
through someone’s yard.
Bill gets his keys to take us home. Veronica is up front, I’m in the back with
Mark and Henry on either side of me. Before Bill can back out of the drive way,
Mark looks at me funny and jumps out of the car to get up front. For the next
20 minutes, Mark stares at me as he sits sideways in the front seat. Henry is
leaned back with his eyes shut, napping.
The look on Mark’s face is odd. Then I see his eyes water, I never looked away.
I just stared back. I see remembrance – shock – shame – all at once on his face.
He screams, “Stop the car! NOW!!!” Mark opens the door, falls to his hands and
knees begging me to forgive him as he vomits.
Henry looks at me. I can tell he’s got a foggy memory coming back. I
reach across his lap and open the door. Bill says, “Do NOT let her out of
this car!” Apparently I was no longer the only one who remembered the night
before. Mark’s shocked face and pleas for forgiveness were jogging Henry
and Bill’s memories quickly.
As I scrambled across Henry’s lap, he grabbed my hips. I fell out of the
car trying to get away. All I could think of was Bill saying keep me in
the car. I was scared, more so than the night before.
All our fathers are US Army. Plus Bill’s sister is as well. All I can think
he’s thinking is: ‘keeping her quiet is imperative or six careers are in jeopardy’.
So I had ‘RUN girl RUN’ going through my mind. I ran.
The car had stopped at the foot of the hill to Mark’s cul de sac and across
the street beside Henry’s duplex. I ran for Henry’s house, through the sliding
glass door, startling his parents. As I knew Henry was behind me, I said,
“Henry just hit your new car and chipped the paint”, and I kept running straight
through to the front door. The last thing I heard at Henry’s house was, “Hi mom –
dad” and then “Henry – FREEZE! You did what to the new car?”
I was safe. I ran. I didn’t stop until I got the three duplexes over it took
to get home.
I ran up between Veronica and my backyards and into my house. Only my oldest
brother was home, in his room. I went to my room. Scared. Crying. I locked
the door. I waited.
What would happen next? My own mother thought I was a whore, she had said so
the week before to two MP’s. I went to the party, I should have left. I
should have bitten, or kicked. Hadn’t heard of date rape, but even if I had –
in my mind, it was my fault. I went to the party. I tried to control Henry by
getting him alone. I HAD controlled Henry; it was Mark waking up that got it
all out of control. It was my fault. Period. I decided I’d never tell. Hell,
I wasn’t hurt. How could it be rape with no pain?
My brother, Randy, is three months younger than I am. Like Henry and Mark, he
works out. He’s shorter than I am, but a lot stronger.
He gets ticked when the phone keeps ringing and I refuse to take the calls. I
hear the door bell. Randy comes to my door, says he’ll kick it down if I don’t
open it. I open the door. Randy says Mark is at the door and won’t leave until
I come downstairs and see him. So I stand at the top of the stairs looking down
at the front door, obviously not planning to move any further. Randy brushes
past me, cursing, and goes down the stairs and opens the door.
Mark looks up the steps toward me. I step back from the edge of the steps.
Mark says, “No. I won’t hurt you. I want to make sure you are okay. Do you
need anything?”
Randy looks at me, then at Mark. I wont’ take my eyes off the floor. So Randy
cocks his eyebrow at Mark inquisitively like only Randy can. I hear Mark say,
“Randy, I raped your sister last night, more than once. I was drunk. I’m sorry.
I was wrong.”
Mark stood there. I could feel Randy looking at me. I wouldn’t look up. He
said my name. I started sobbing. I didn’t want to see his disgust with me. I
heard my name again. I glanced up; both guys were crying and watching me. I
started down the steps. I said, “I won’t tell. It was my fault.”
Mark said, “No it wasn’t.” Then my brother hit him. And hit him and hit him
and hit him. Mark and Randy were equally matched, but Mark never fought back.
Not once. Randy was hitting him and saying, “Who else was there? Who else?”
Mark wouldn’t answer. Nor would I. But my brother knew. Mark and Henry
were always together. Mark and Henry had both told Randy that they liked me.
So Randy finished beating on Mark and then grabbed my arm and we walked over
to Henry’s.
Henry could EASILY kick Randy’s ass, and we all knew it. But Henry knew why
we were there. He stepped outside his front door and said, “My parents will
be home soon, make it quick.”
He pushed at my brother some, but never fought back. Randy hit his stomach,
chest, and face until we noticed a neighbor watching. If your dependents
screw up while you are in the military, the military member gets into trouble
and it can affect their rank and pay. So Henry called out, “We are wrestling,
it’s all okay.” Randy stopped shortly after that.
Later, Randy smacked George around for not helping me. But Bill, he pounded.
He said Bill was the one who bought the booze and it was his house and he didn’t
help me. Bill fought back; he truly felt he had done nothing wrong.
Mark and Henry apologized every time they saw me for the next week or so.
Veronica told me she was scared they would pull her in if she said anything
or tried to help, and as she wasn’t even 100 pounds, I didn’t blame her.
I did my best to forget it had happened. We all rode the bus to school
together. We still ate lunch together at school. We went to school functions
together. I stood by Henry in our senior class picture. I helped them both
with their homework. All as if nothing had happened.
I never told anyone. Ever. Still haven’t. These aren’t our real names, and
writing isn’t telling . . .
Besides, was it really rape? You tell me.
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