Samantha & Josh- A Short Story.

      The way he kissed her lips, she felt the jolt of electricity through her body. She took a step back, looking into his green eyes. He smirked, pulling her back in for a kiss. He ran his hands gently over her body, squeezing her ass, forcefully. She moaned into his mouth, as he picked her up; pushing her up against the wall. 

"Josh." She moaned softly, as he wrapped her legs higher up his back. 

"Do you want this?" He pulled back, searching her wanting eyes. She grabbed his face, pulling his lips to her collarbone. He moaned into her neck, kissing softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he backed off the wall. He grabbed her ass, walking her over to the bed. He gently put her down on his silk sheets, tugging at his pants. His pants fell to the floor, revealing his hard cock in his tight boxer briefs. Her eyes grew wide, contemplating what was about to happen. Was she ready for this next step with him? Or should she wait? He smiled, climbing on top of her, kissing her ear, then neck. He pulled back looking into her bright brown eyes. 

"Are you okay, Samantha?" He said softly. She nodded, unsure of what she should say. 

"Yes, Josh. I am okay." She hesitated. He quickly noticed, pushing swiftly off her. 

"You don't seem okay." He said, pulling her into his toned chest. The tears slid quickly down her cheek. She quickly wiped them away, knowing she had caused a quick flashback. "Samantha?" He said quickly, the worry laced in his voice. His erection had quickly disappeared and a wash of guilt had overcome her. 

"I am sorry, I thought I was ready." She paused, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "I will be fine, let's." He quickly cut her off, sitting up.

"No, there is no pressure for this okay?" He said, grabbing her chin, pulling it up so she was looking at him. His green eyes showing sincerity, she tried to force the tears away, but one trickled down her cheek. He quickly pushed it off, pulling her in for a hug. "What's wrong, why are you crying?" He asked. She sniffled quietly, letting her emotions overrun her body. 

"I just, I just.." She paused, trying to find the words. Josh and Samantha had been dating for a few months now. Samantha had a past, that she hadn't spoken to anyone about, but her best friend Jessica. Jessica was the only one that knew what happened at the frat party three years ago. Now, three years later, she didn't know how to tell him. She didn't want anyone to feel sorry for her, nor did she feel sorry for herself. I put myself in the situation. I got drunk, I let myself get drunk. She pushed the thoughts back into that dark place, still searching for the words. "I was raped." She said quickly, bluntly. He pulled back, looking in her sad eyes. His green eyes darkened and a flash of anger spread across his face. 

"What!" He said, sitting up. He pulled his jeans off the floor, as Samantha fixed her dress. "What do you mean you were raped?" He said, pulling his jeans up his thighs. Samantha sniffled again, wiping the tears away.

"I was, I was at frat party at school and I got too drunk." She paused, taking a deep breath. "He, he took advantage of me. I just have flashbacks, when he was hovering, hovering on top of me." She stuttered, the words barely leaving her lips. His eyes shifted, as he ran his hands through his long blonde hair. 

"Did you report it?" He asked, turning back to her; grabbing her hand. She shook her head, knowing she should've reported him. She knew she wasn't the only one that he had done this to. "Why, why didn't you report him?" He said angrily. She hesitated, pushing her brunette hair back behind her ears. 

"I was scared, he was big man of campus, rich, studious. No one, no one would've believed me. I am not the first girl he's done this too, you're the first guy I have been with since it happened. I just, didn't know how to tell you." She said, the tears pouring out. He quickly pulled her in for a hug, rubbing her back gently. 

"It's okay, Samantha. Please don't cry I will never let anything bad happen to you." He said calmly, pushing back so he could look into her eyes. For the first time in three years, she finally felt safe.