Page 138 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland

Reason To Sing

The kiss is nice but I wasn’t really expecting it. Or was I? Oh
dear. I’m feeling very confused.
Then without another beat, his hand is on my breast! Oh my
gosh – that was quick!
Is this how people in their 20s do it? Just one kiss and get
right to it? I am so confused and I know I must be flushed
with embarrassment. Or is it excitement? They could look the
same, right? How am I going to respond? What should I do?
Should I say something? Should I pull away? Should I moan
with ecstasy and plead for more? Somebody help!
I have NO time to think. Dreamy sweeps me off the
couch and starts carrying me. Somewhere. The bedroom?
The room is pitch black. He lays me on the bed and lands
on top of me, straddling me with his strong body. His hands
quickly move up my skirt and before I can even breathe, he
reaches for the waistband of my pantyhose and yanks them
down. WAIT! This is NOT how it’s done in the movies. His
hands are fierce and rough as he fumbles with my lingerie.
Fear and panic have set in but I find my voice.
“I can’t do this,” I beg weakly. “Please get off me.”
He does not stop.
I try again with a little more force. “Get off me - please”!
“Oh, come on Kelita - you’re 18 now. I know you want
this.” His voice is husky and his breath heavy on my face. He
smells of rye and coke and garlic and he is not listening to me!
This time I bellow. “I said get off me. Get off me - NOW”!
Has he suddenly gone deaf? He keeps pawing at my
pantyhose until they are down to my knees. How can this be
the same man I shared dinner with a few hours ago? No, this is
some kind of wild animal going after his prey. And that prey is
me!
I grit my teeth and arch my back, tensing every muscle in

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