Punch
By A.J. Brown
Guy can't seem to avoid a girl that he wants to avoid


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Kent never thought for a second that he and Valerie would break up. They had
been dating since their first week of college and they were side by side
almost the entire time. When they graduated Kent got a job locally and Valerie
got an offer that was almost a thousand miles away.

"It's OK sweetie," she said to him when she got the offer with a tone that
reminded him how in love they were. "Nothing can separate us. We can work this
out long distance for a while and once we get settled we'll figure out who is
going to move so we can be together again."

Kent started his new job and always talked to people at work about his amazing
girlfriend. He thought about her all of the time and never thought about other
women. Not even a month after she assured him that they would be able to
handle the long distance thing was when she contacted him and told him she
thought it would be better if they split up.

"I'm sorry man" Max said.

Max was sorry, but he couldn't say he was surprised and he always thought Kent
would go a bit overboard talking about how much he and Valerie loved each
other and how the long distance thing would never be a problem for them. Kent
was 22-years-old and Max was 25 but he was old enough to know better.

Max liked Kent a lot, he really did. Max wasn't his boss at work but he was
the one that was helping to show him the ropes. Although Kent seemed to be way
too in love with his long distance girlfriend, he was a great worker and Max
really appreciated working with someone like that.

"I just never thought she would do this to me" Kent said as the two sat alone
in the break room and Max tried not to say 'I told you so' or anything like
that.

"I know, man," Max said. "It really sucks. I want to help take your mind off
of this though. Come party with me this weekend. I'm going to a house party on
Friday and a bonfire party on Saturday."

"I'm just not a big party guy," Kent said. "I don't drink."

"You don't have to drink," Max said although he knew that the parties would be
a lot less fun if he didn't. "There will still be plenty of girls there. I can
introduce you to a couple."

"I used to hate going to house parties in college when everyone else was
drinking," Kent said. "Bonfires can be fun though. Maybe I'll end up going to
that one with you."

"You better," Max said with a smile. "I'll be at your place around six to pick
you up."

Things actually ended up that way although Kent was the one that ended up
driving since he wasn't going to drink anyway. The majority of the people
there were going to be camping out and sleeping overnight but Max liked having
the option of getting a ride home with Kent that night if he felt like it.

"So last night got a little crazy" Max said to Kent as they drove.

"Yeah?" Kent said. "What happened?"

"This chick Courtney was at the house party," Max said. "Her and her boyfriend
got in some sort of argument. She just starts punching the shit out of him.
She must have punched him in the face ten times. Dude was bleeding and crying.
Pretty fucked up."

Whenever Kent heard about girlfriends he immediately thought of Valerie. And
although he wasn't a big guy or anything, Valerie was a petite girl who was
only a little more than five feet tall and no more than 110 pounds. Only way
she'd be able to punch him in the face and make him bleed and cry would be if
he stood there and let her.

"Did the guy just not want to hit her back or something?" Kent said.

"Nah, he actually swung at her once and she just pushed his arm aside like it
was nothing," Max said. "She's not huge or anything but she's got kind of
broad shoulders and her arms are pretty thick. I think there was just nothing
that he could do about it."

"Is she gonna be there tonight?" Kent said trying not to show that hearing
that made him a little nervous.

"Nah, believe it or not, that's not the first time she's done that," Max said.
"They've fought at parties before and then it takes them a bit to make up so
no, they won't be there."

Kent was relieved. Max quickly made him think about other things by talking
about all of the cute and single girls that were going to be there. Kent liked
to hear that although he was a bit nervous about that too. He hadn't tried to
flirt with girls in close to four years and he was afraid he'd just look
stupid. It was a half hour drive to where they were going so they had some
time to talk about it.

They got to the bonfire when it was getting dark but not dark yet but the fire
was already set up. Plenty of people had tents set up and it looked like
almost all of them were going to be sleeping there. Max introduced Kent to
some people but Kent still felt a little socially awkward.

It had been over a year since he had a beer but he just wanted to have one or
maybe two just to relax him a little bit. So he had a seat next to Max and
just kind of relaxed. Max's phone rang and when he answered it he got up and
walked away so Kent was left sitting there by himself.

He observed the people. There were definitely plenty of good looking girls
there but a lot of the seemed to be talking to other guys and he didn't think
he'd just be able to swoop in and start talking to them. He then noticed one
girl that walked right in front of him who caught his eye.

Max had said that Courtney girl wasn't going to be there but this girl
definitely fit her description. She had dark hair and a confident look on her
face. She wore a cream colored tank-top and a short pair of jean shorts. Her
shoulders were broad and her arms looked strong for a girl.

She had very strong looking legs with thick calves and big calf muscles. She
wasn't overly big or anything, standing at maybe 5'5 and probably weighing a
little over 150 but she looked like she could break any other girl at the
gathering in half. She was smoking a cigarette and she had a seat next to some
guy that looked a little uneasy. Max came back and sat down next to Kent.

"Is that that Courtney girl?" were the first words Kent said to Max when he
sat down.

"Yeah, that's her" Max said.

"I thought she wasn't going to be here" Kent said.

"I don't know, bro," Max said. "I didn't think she'd be but it looks like she
is."

"Is she going to punch him in the face again tonight?" Kent said.

"Nah man, don't worry about that," Max said. "They don't fight every night or
they wouldn't be together anymore. They'll probably be extra affectionate
tonight since they clearly made up since last night. Why are you asking about
her anyway? There are plenty of single girls here that you should be looking
at."

But the whole Courtney thing had Kent's curiosity a lot more than a bunch of
girls that he didn't even know how he was going to talk to. He looked at the
guy Courtney was sitting next to and Kent didn't want to ask Max if it was her
boyfriend but it was pretty obvious he was.

She was acting affectionate with him, constantly touching him, and when he saw
them kiss it was obvious that was the guy. It looked like his face might be
bruised from the punching he took the night before but from the distance they
were at, Kent couldn't be sure.

The guy wasn't a big guy but he wasn't a small guy either. Kent only weighed
155 pounds and was 5'9 while this guy looked like he weighed at least 185. It
was hard to tell since he was sitting down but he was probably a few inches
taller than Kent was if he were to guess.

If she could pummel that guy, it made Kent nervous to think about what she
could do to him. He didn't know why he was even thinking about that but he
was. He certainly didn't plan on drinking much that night but at that point he
felt like he needed a second beer. He took a big swig of the one he was
drinking to finish it then went at got another.

He worked on his second beer a bit slower and just observed people as the
night progressed. Max introduced him to a couple of girls and they were polite
but then went on and talked to the guys that they knew. After a couple of
hours he was getting bored, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and he was thinking
about leaving soon.

"Jason what did I tell you, do not bring that up again!" he then heard a
female yell.

It was an angry yell and he could tell that the girl was not joking around. He
looked over to see Courtney right in her boyfriend's face looking like she
wanted to fight him. He said something back to her but he spoke shyly and from
where he was, Kent couldn't hear a word the guy said.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Courtney said.

The guy mumbled something else and whatever he said set her off even more
because she immediately started punching him in the face. It was extremely
disturbing and Kent wanted to look away yet he couldn't. He watched those
strong looking fists hit Jason in the face multiple times and he could see why
this guy couldn't defend himself against her - she knew how to punch.

Kent watched her punch him several times before he threw a punch back right at
her face but it looked pathetic. He missed and even if it hit her it looked
like it wouldn't have hurt. She punched him a few more times, hard and he was
bent over with his face buried in his arms looking like he was crying but it
was hard to tell.

Courtney kept punching him until he had his face completely covered. She
finally stepped back but looked like she was ready to hit him more if he tried
to fight back. Kent really hoped that he didn't and that the guy was smart and
backed off. He didn't want to see what his face looked like after that beating
either and hoped that he wouldn't have to.

"Come on!" Courtney said loudly and a couple of guys walked over to stand
between the two of them while a guy and a girl went to check if Jason was OK.
"You just don't know when to shut your fucking mouth, do you? You want more??"

Things were kind of quiet and everyone was watching to see what would happen
next. Jason still had his face buried in his arms and Kent really felt bad for
the guy. Whatever he said, he certainly didn't deserve to be pounded on like
that. Finally he lifted his head up and while Kent noticed some blood on it,
he noticed that the guy had tears pouring down his face.

"Fuck you!" Jason yelled at her and she just smiled like she was waiting for
him to come at her again. "Fuck you! I'm so sick of this shit!!" He cried more
as he yelled and Kent couldn't say as he blamed him.

"Come do something about it then!" Courtney said and she stepped towards him
but the guys stood in her path.

He looked at her still crying and she was smiling like she just wanted any
reason to go beat on him some more. Kent couldn't understand how she could be
so cruel. If she disliked him so much that she wanted to punch him like that
why did she even date him? Jason then just turned his head and started walking
in the other direction.

"Ha-ha!" Courtney laughed loudly like that satisfied her. "You just going to
walk away?"

Kent could feel his adrenaline rushing just from watching the disturbing event
and he also felt nauseous. He didn't want to be there anymore and if he wasn't
enjoying himself already he certainly wouldn't be able to after witnessing
that. He just wanted to get out of there.

"I'm going to get going, OK?" he said to Max. "You good just crashing here and
getting a ride in the morning?"

"Yeah, all good" Max said and Kent could tell that he thought he was being a
bit of a party pooper by leaving so soon but he didn't care. Kent then heard a
car start, heard a car peel out, and he looked at an angry but amused looking
Courtney.

"He did not just leave me here!" Courtney said loudly so everyone could hear
her disappointment about it and Kent realized that it was Jason that left. "Oh
he did not just fucking leave me here."

Although Kent wanted to leave he was still curious about how this was all
going to play out and he found himself watching Courtney again. She pulled her
cell phone out of her pocket and he realized that she had rather big boobs as
he watched her. She lit a cigarette as she waited for whoever she was calling,
he assumed Jason, to answer.

"You better get the fuck back here right now!" she screamed in the phone, once
again loud enough so everyone there could hear him. "You better be back here
in like one minute or we are so done. You gonna just leave me at this party?
Really?" She hung up and smiled.

"Did he just hang up on up?" a girl asked her.

"No, it was his fucking voicemail, he didn't even fucking answer" Courtney
said.

"I don't think he's coming back, you know" the girl said to her.

"No he's really not, is he?" Courtney said. "If he didn't pick up he's
obviously just dodging my call. Fuck this, I don't even want to be here
anymore. Who can give me a ride home?"

"Sorry hun, but everyone here has been drinking and I'm pretty sure everyone
is staying the night, so looks like you're staying here too" the girl said.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Courtney said. "He had the tent and all
that shit in his car too. And I really don't feel like staying here anyway.
That asshole. There's seriously no one here that can drive me home? It's not
even ten minutes away."

"Kent here is about to leave," Max then said to her loudly and Kent didn't
know what to do. "He can take you."

"Oh my God, thank you, thank you," Courtney said as she walked right towards
Kent and he was at a loss for words. "You're a fucking lifesaver. Let me just
say bye to a few of my girls and then we'll go, OK?"

Kent couldn't believe Max had done that. What kind of friend was he? He just
wanted to get home and he certainly didn't want to have this crazy girl in the
car with him. He watched her just giving her friends hugs goodbye acting like
it wasn't even a big deal that she had just beaten the shit out of her
boyfriend and he felt very afraid at the thought of being alone in the car
with her.

"I can't drive her home," Kent said to her quietly hoping no one else would
hear. "What did you say that for?"

"She told you she lives close," Max said. "What's the big deal?"

"I don't want her in my car," he said whispering but doing it loudly. "She's
crazy."

"Oh are you serious, because of that?" Max said. "What do you think she's
going to beat you up because you're driving her home? She'll appreciate it.
Her and Jason argue all of the time, that's why they were fighting, nothing's
going to happen in a ten minute drive."

"Well I still don't want her in my car" Kent said.

"Alright," Max said. "Tell her that though - I'll tell you this though. It's
going to piss her off a lot more if you tell her now that you're not going to
take her than if you do. Then she might start a fight with you. Either way,
Jason's just a pussy. If she tried hitting me I'd hit her back hard and she
wouldn't do it again. Do whatever you want to do."

Kent watched as Courtney started walking towards him. She walked quickly and
even though she looked to be in a much better mood than she was when she was
arguing with Jason, she still looked wired up and like she could explode at
any second. Despite what Max had said about Jason being a pussy and him just
hitting her back, Kent was still afraid of her.

"I really appreciate this," Courtney said when she got up close to him. "You
ready?"

He thought about what Max said about her beating him up if he said he wouldn't
do it. He couldn't believe what a damn coward he was that he was going to do
something he didn't want to do because he was afraid of getting beat up. But
he nodded and they started walking towards his car.

She didn't really talk to him as they walked towards the car. Even though she
had asked him to stay a little longer so she could say her goodbyes, she was
saying goodbye to everyone again as they walked by them to the car. None of
them were paying any attention to Kent.

They got in the car and once he started it she immediately rolled down her
window and lit up a cigarette - she didn't even ask. He didn't want her
smoking in his car. He thought about saying something but now that they were
alone he felt even more afraid of making her angry so he just said nothing and
let her smoke in his car like the coward that he felt like right then.

She pulled out her phone and started dialing as she told him which way to
start driving and that they'd be on that road for a little bit. She put her
phone up to her ear and looked straight ahead with a big smile on her face.
She wasn't even blowing the cigarette smoke out the window and it was quickly
starting to stink up Kent's car.

"You are so fucking done," she said into the phone with a tone that made Kent
afraid even though she wasn't talking to him. "Don't even think about calling
me later and seeing if we can work this out or anything. You seriously just
left me at this party. Guess what, I got another hot guy taking me home right
now. I don't fucking need you - you blew it.

"Not only are we done but you better just stay at home and hide from now on
because I'm not going to forget this. If ever even see you at any parties I'm
going to beat the ever living shit out of you. I was going easy on you
tonight. If I see you anywhere, I don't care where it is, I'm going to pound
on you until there is nothing left of you."

Kent didn't know why he was so afraid since she wasn't talking to him but he
was. He knew if he was Jason that he'd be terrified and he was afraid to make
one wrong move and have Courtney take out her anger on him. He looked straight
ahead at the road doing his best just to get her home as she hung the phone
up. But he felt like he should start some sort of conversation because sitting
there silent with her was awfully uncomfortable.

"He pick up that time?" he asked.

"Nah," she said and she held her cigarette like she just had the right to
smoke in his car if she wanted. "Went to his voicemail again - the douchebag
won't pick up."

"Aren't you worried he might take that message to the cops?" Kent said with
his curiosity killing him.

"Yeah right," she said. "He'll never go to the cops and admit that he's afraid
of a girl beating him up. He'll sit there and hide at home until he thinks
I've forgotten about this. I won't though - I don't forget. I'll see him again
sometime and he's going to regret leaving me here. Thank you again for doing
this."

Kent didn't know whether to interpret that like he was on her good side or
interpret it that she was saying if he hadn't done it that he'd be in trouble
with her too. Either way, he was very afraid and he couldn't wait to get her
out of the car. She told him the next turn to take.

"Anyway, enough about that asshole," she said. "What's your deal? You have a
girlfriend or anything?" Despite his fear of Courtney, anyone that showed
interest in his love life and give him a reason to complain about Valerie
dumping him could get him talking.

"I did," he said. "Dated her all four years of college and she just broke up
with me and didn't even tell me why."

"No way!" she said and her surprise was probably the most sympathy he got from
anyone when telling what happened since most people acted like they didn't
really care. "Just totally out of the blue she dumped you? No reason at all?"

"Just called me and said it," he said. "Might have something to do with the
fact that we're long distance but we both agreed that she'd move since we knew
the long distance thing wouldn't separate us."

"That's just bullshit," Courtney said as she threw her cigarette butt out the
window and he loved hearing her say that. "I can tell you're as sweet as can
be since you were willing to give me a ride even after I was screaming like a
bitch, ha-ha. You deserve way better than that. And you're plenty hot too.
Don't think I wasn't checking you out a bit when we were at that party. That
pisses me off that she did that. OK, make a left up here."

If there was one way to build a rapport with Kent it was to show him sympathy
for his breakup with Valerie. They talked comfortably for the rest of the car
ride after that and learned more about each other. He mostly talked about
himself and she seemed really interested in what he had to say. He had to
admit that she was really easy to talk to.

"Well thank you so much," she said when he pulled up in front of her
apartment. "I owe you one big time."

"You're very welcome," he said and even though he did enjoy talking to her he
was definitely relieved that he was going to be getting her out of his car.
"It was nice chatting with you."

"Where do you live anyway?" she said.

"Clinton" he said and he wished he wasn't even that specific.

"Clinton??" she said with surprise. "That's like a half hour in the other
direction! It's going to take you almost 45 minutes to drive there. If you had
told me that back at the party I would have just stayed the night." He wasn't
sure he believed that but it didn't matter at that point anyway.

"Yeah, it's no big deal" he said.

"I can't let you drive that far after you've been drinking," she said. "Come
on in, I'll make you a cup of coffee."

"No I'm OK, really," he said and that was definitely the last thing he planned
on doing. "I only had a couple of beers, it's probably all out of my system by
now."

"I know how much you had," and she spoke so authoritatively that he could see
why her and Jason fought a lot. "I told you, I was checking you out at that
party. You might have only had two beers but even a little can mess with your
driving ability. 45-minute drive in the dark with a lot of back roads - I
can't let you do it. If you were to get in an accident I wouldn't be able to
live with myself. Come on in, let me make you some coffee at least and then
you can go."

Why didn't he just make a stand and tell her that he was going home and that
he was OK? Valerie was always so sweet and never would have gotten bossy like
that so he wasn't used to dealing with that behavior. He thought of that awful
image of watching Courtney punch the shit out of Jason and it just made him so
afraid. He felt like such a pussy and he was glad no one else was there to see
his cowardliness but he got out of the car.

"Nice apartment" he said when they got inside and he was impressed with how
nice of place she had.

"Thanks," she said. "Yeah, I do alright. I'm 21 and I only have a two-year
college degree. I was lucky enough to have daddy get me into his business
though so I'm definitely able to pay the bills. Jeez, I sound like an idiot
right now, ha-ha. Here, have a seat and I'll make you some coffee."

He had a seat on an extremely comfortable couch that looked more expensive
than anything he had in his apartment. Trying not to spill coffee on that nice
couch was just one more thing he was going to have to worry about. He felt
extremely nervous being in her apartment and he couldn't wait to leave. She
could see him perfectly from where she was in the kitchen so sneaking out of
there wasn't an option. Plus, that was a little ridiculous and he would have
felt foolish doing it anyway. It would be even more cowardly than the fact
that he went in there when he didn't want to.

"You want any cream or sugar in it or anything?" she said to him from the
kitchen and he looked to see that she was also making herself a drink with
soda and whiskey.

"Um no, black is fine" he said just because even the longer delay it would
have taken for her to put the cream and sugar in there would have been too
much.

"Here you go," she said as she walked into the living room handing him the
coffee while she held her mixed drink in her other hand. "I make a good cup of
coffee, you'll see that. Dad taught me how to work and mom taught me how to
cook."

"Thanks" he said.

He wondered who taught her how to fight but he didn't dare ask that question.
She had a seat and the two of them talked some more. She talked about what she
did for work and she was apparently the H/R rep for her dad's company. He
talked more about Valerie and she listened to him with great interest - he
really liked how she did that. She drank her drink rather fast and even
refilled it once.

He enjoyed talking to her so he didn't rush too much when he drank the coffee
that didn't taste any better than any other coffee he had ever had. Still,
when he was done he was glad that he was going to get out of there. Even
though he enjoyed Courtney's company and even liked her a little bit, he felt
like he was going to say or do the wrong thing while he was there and he was
definitely glad he could leave.

"Alright well thanks for the coffee," he said as he started to stand up. "It
was great and I promise you I'm wide awake to drive safely now. Where do you
want me to put this coffee mug?"

"OK," she said and she gave him a look like she wasn't done hanging out with
him. "I'll have sex with you."

"Heh-heh," he chuckled very uncomfortably. "Excuse me?"

"You're hot and you're very sweet too," she said and based on her look he
could tell she was very serious. "You pass the test, I'll let you have sex
with me."

"Thanks, but I gotta get home" he said and he started to walk towards the door
then she immediately stood up.

"Ha, yeah right," she said as she stood in his path. "Come on."

"No really, I'm good," he said and he looked at the ground very uncomfortably.
"Thanks though."

"Oh cut it out," she said acting like she was joking around but he could tell
that she was getting annoyed. "You gonna tell me you didn't come out tonight
with the intention of getting laid? Right after you broke up with a girl and
are telling me your sob story about it? Yeah right. I know how guys are. Now
stop screwing around, let's go have sex. I'm plenty horny now, especially
after drinking a bit, and you don't tell a horny girl 'no'."

"I'm sorry" he said.

She didn't say anything but she grabbed him by the shoulders so he couldn't
walk passed her. He tried to push her back but she was even stronger than he
thought she was going to be. He couldn't move her at all and she had a proud
look on her face that he couldn't. He tried to pull back and pull away from
her but he couldn't do that either.

She then let go with her right arm and punched him right in the face. Getting
struck by her fist was even more painful than he thought it was going to be.
His eyes immediately watered up and he grabbed his face in pain. She punched
him with her left hand and he immediately buried his hands in his face trying
not to cry. He had never felt pain like that and would have done anything at
that point to avoid getting punched by her again. When he looked up he saw her
looking at him ready to strike again and he didn't dare try and leave or fight
back.

"You want me to punch you again?" she said and he couldn't believe what a
bitch she was, yet he was too afraid to tell her that as he still felt the
pain in his face, mainly in his teeth. "Now come with me."

She grabbed his wrist tightly and led him into the bedroom. She roughly threw
her on the bed, took off the tank-top she was wearing, and then took off her
bra. She did have big boobs, much bigger than the small Valerie's were. Seeing
her with her shirt off really made it sink in that he was about to be raped.

"Come on," she said and she punched her fist into her hand correctly thinking
it was going to intimidate him into doing what she told him to. "Take your
clothes off."

He had never been told that in a threatening manner before and it was such an
awful thing to hear. As he sat on the bed he looked at her standing there with
her broad shoulders, big boobs, strong looking arms, and still punching that
fist in her hand. If he tried to stand up for himself at all she was just
going to punch him more so he had to do it - what choice did he have?

He couldn't get over his cowardliness - he had been doing things he didn't
want to because he was afraid of her and now he was actually taking off his
clothes just because he was afraid of her beating him up. He could still feel
the pain in his face reminding him what would happen if he didn't do it. When
he was completely naked she looked down at his cock and he felt very
embarrassed.

"Shit, you're not hard at all," she said and he really hoped that would get
him off the hook. "Your dick is tiny right now. Don't worry though - I can
take care of that."

She was in the path between him and the door and he tried to dash by her to
get to it but she stood in his way. She grabbed him and had no problem
overpowering him then throwing him on the bed. When he tried to get up she
jumped on him and he watched her big boobs bounce up and down as she did.

He tried to get up but he lacked the strength as well as the confidence in
himself to have the aggression to even come close. She pinned him down then
immediately grabbed a hold of his cock and started stroking it. He could fell
himself quickly getting hard and it was such an awful feeling having that
forced on him.

She continued her work and that hand that delivered strong punches squeezed
his cock hard and was really able to get it excited. She had a much more
efficient hand-job than Valerie did, he had to admit that. She looked down
with satisfaction at how much she had made it grow.

"You know I was watching this court show on TV the other day," she said to him
as she started to slow down on stroking his dick but kept her hand tightly on
it. "It was about a couple of women on trial for raping a guy. Judge ruled
that since his dick was hard that that was enough for consent - looks like I
just got my consent."

"That was just a TV show!" he said desperately as he breathed heavily. "That
would never hold up in real life."

"I'll take my chances," she said as she ripped her shorts and thong off. "I'm
pretty sure you'll keep your mouth shut."

She sat her wet pussy right down on his hard cock then grabbed his arms and
pinned them down on the bed just to make sure that he didn't go anywhere. She
roughly bounced up and down on him and he could feel himself about to cum any
second as much as he didn't want to. He felt so powerless as she fucked him
against his will and when he felt himself cum inside of her it made him feel
even more powerless.

"Oh yeah!" she said loudly as she kept riding him and seemingly didn't realize
that he had cum already. "Oh fuck ... ..wait did you just cum? Shit you did.
See, I knew you wanted to get laid you little horny fuck. Don't worry, I'm on
the pill. I'm clean and I assume you are too based on the way you talk nonstop
about that one girl you were with. But we're not finished until I cum - you
better do a good job eating me out."

Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, she forced her wet pussy
right into his face. He felt the most helpless yet at that point. He didn't
want to do it at all but after all she had done to him he completely felt like
her bitch at that point. He stuck out his tongue and started to pleasure her
with it.

"Oh come on," she said and she sounded annoyed even though she was also
moaning like she enjoyed it. "You better do a lot better than this."

She punched him in the shoulder a couple of times and although it didn't hurt
him as bad as the punches in the face did, it still hurt plenty and it
motivated him to do a better job pleasuring her. So he stuck his tongue in her
deeper and listened to her scream. He had to admit that she sounded like she
enjoyed that far more than Valerie ever did.

Regardless, he just wanted it to be over with but it seemed like it was
lasting forever. Courtney continued to scream louder and she even roughly
grabbed his hair at one point to pull his face into her more. Tasting her wet
pussy and having a difficult time breathing was so incredibly upsetting for
him and he was so glad when it seemed like she came and she got off of him.

He tried to get up but she rolled right next to him. She put her arm over his
chest like she was cuddling with him but also did it tight enough where she
was letting him know that he better not try to go anywhere. Now that it was
all done it really started to set in what had happened.

He thought about how he didn't want to drive her home and didn't want to go
inside but he did just because he was afraid of her. He thought about how she
was able to rape him because he wasn't tough enough to fight back and when he
did try he was proven to be too weak.

And then he thought about Valerie and how she dumped him. Being raped by
Courtney really humbled him and made him realize just what a pathetic coward
he was. He just imagined her seeing what had happened to him that night and
how it would confirm for her that she would be better off without him - what
girl wanted to be with a pussy. He started to get up but Courtney pushed his
chest right back down.

"You're not going to leave me, are you baby?" she said. "I hope you're not
going to have sex with me and leave."

No of course he wasn't - why? Because he was a pussy and even though he knew
it he still was too afraid to try and change that. So he lied back down as she
closed her eyes and smiled with satisfaction. He felt her left boob push up
against his chest as she started to fall asleep.

She was lightly snoring in no time and he could have attempted an escape then
if he wanted - or if he had the guts which he didn't. He still would have had
to put all of his clothes on and he wasn't confident that he could pull away
from her arm and get dressed before she woke up. So he just lay there silently
crying and he actually fell asleep himself.

"Wake up" he heard her say.

It felt good at first for him to wake up when he just felt like he was waking
up. He had been dreaming about something unrelated to what had happened to him
which made him feel like he was in a peaceful place. As he slowly came back to
reality he remembered what had happened the night before and it sent an awful
feeling throughout his body.

He looked to see Courtney wearing a tank-top and it looked like she didn't
have a bra on. She wore a short pair of soccer shorts which showed off her
thick legs and her feet were bare. He looked down embarrassed to see that he
was still wearing nothing and he quickly started to get dressed.

"Get dressed fast," she said and she seemed to be in her demanding mode
already as opposed to her sweet one. "I really shouldn't have let you sleep
in."

"I'll be quick, don't worry" he said nervously as he dressed and he was glad
they were finally in agreement about something. But she walked towards him and
he feared what she was going to do.

"You're not going to call me, are you?" she said and it seemed like this was
just never ending.

"No, give me your number and I'll call you" he said so nervously that he knew
she'd sense his bullshit.

"I wasn't saying that because I want you do," she said and she got even closer
to him. "Jason finally called me and we made up. I thought for sure we were
done but it turns out we just had a fight. Obviously no one could know about
this anyway but now no one can really know. No fucking cops better show up at
my door questioning me and I don't even want to hear that any of my friends
found out about this. You tell even one person and I'll beat the living fuck
out of you, you got it?"

She was so terrifying. He looked right in her eyes and those same eyes that
could be so sweet also scared the shit out of him when she wanted them to. He
thought about how much it hurt when she just punched him in the face just
those two times and then he thought about how horrible it looked when she beat
up Jason. His fear of her was far stronger than any protection he felt the
police could give him.

"Yes, I promise" he said, sounding so afraid and she seemed satisfied by that.

"You better fucking promise," she said as he finished dressing. "Now get out
of here, now."

That 45 minute drive seemed a lot longer than it would have had he just done
it the night before. Just driving back the same route that he went to drop her
off reminded him more and more of the night and how it got worse and worse.
She had made him her bitch and she was going to completely get away with it.
He didn't know how he'd ever live with that.

When he got home and walked inside his apartment there was only one thing he
was grateful for. He was so thankful that Valerie had broken up with him. He
had loved her so much and the only thing that would have made what happened to
him worse would be if he had to explain to her what had happened. He didn't
think he'd ever be the same but at least he could remember the good times they
had without living with the guilt that he had let Courtney ruin that all. He
saw down, logged into his email, and was shocked to see an email from Valerie.
He opened it and started to read it.

"Dear Kent," it read. "I'm so sorry and I don't know what came over me. I was
just having a little cold feet about being long distance and I hope you can
forgive me. Can we please try and work things out ... "

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