Story Submitted by Rianna:
It was a snowy weekend early this year when Ben, a 26-year-old friend of mine since junior high, called me up to ask me if I wanted to play in the snow. Of course I did!
We made two snowmen, had a snowball fight, and made a snow fort. As we crouched behind it, hiding from goodness-knows-what, he smashed part of the wall down on me and yelled, "Sneak attack!"
Somehow or other, he ended up on top of me, our faces very close, and he kissed me.
That part was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He was a good guy, and I liked him.
What I didn't like was the snow all over my face, melting into my coat, and his weight on top of me. It was hard to breathe, and I shifted to push him off.
He pulled himself onto me, making breathing even more difficult. I shook free of his kiss.
He persisted in going for my mouth as I coughed and gasped. "Ben–" I began, and he was back at kissing me. I tried to push him off, but he was too heavy. I broke away from his kiss a second time and yelled, "Get off me!"
He didn't go in for another kiss, but he didn't move, either. He looked at me as I struggled to move away from him. I hit at his legs, and that gave him the hint. He rolled off and watched me as I gulped down air.
"You kiss weird," he said, "I don't want to be out here anymore."
I told him, "I just couldn't breathe under the snow and with you on top of me. I don't mind that you kissed me."
He gave me a funny look, then threw a snowball, right at my face, with a lot of force. It hit the side of my hood, knocking it back. He frowned at me, and I yelled, "What the hell?"
He then made a noise that sounded like, "Rrraaagh!" and ran off. I did mention that he was 26, right?
We haven't hung out since then.
11/30/2010
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You did mention it, but I might need to hear it one more time.
ReplyDeleteAssuming this story is 100% accurate, I'm going to have to assume that
ReplyDeletea. he was on drugs, or
b. something fucked up happened to him as a child.
Maybe I'm reading too much into this; but the fact that he stopped kissing you, while still keeping his weight crushing you seems kinda like he was enjoying watching you struggle for breath. Creeper!
ReplyDelete(and yes, I know that was a run-on sentence, but I couldn't think of another way to phrase it)
^ Maybe that's how he gets off or something.
ReplyDeleteHe sounds like he's 3 years-old. And I agree with Cheri D. He sounds a little bit like a creeper.
ReplyDeleteYes, you mentioned he was 26. Right before you talked about how you both built a snow fort and pretended to hide behind it from something you made up.
ReplyDeleteYou failed to mention your age.
What are we up to now? Rape story number 13 or so?
@Noma: My God, we are so far past #13 that the site should be reported to the police. The Bad Case of the Rapes go as far back as the early days of the blog. (The one in the dark, abandoned theatre after dark is my favorite.)
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