all part of history. It’s important to know what’s going on in the world around me,” I shrugged.
“Well, Emily may not be Omar, but she’s still evil. I don’t think I’ll ever get over what she’s done to me.”
“What did she do?” I asked, hoping that I would finally know her connection to Emily.
“Emily be-friended me in high-school.” Tiffany starts then takes a deep breath.
“You’ve known her that long?” I butted in.
“Yes, I had just moved, it was November and I was nervous. I hated transferring schools and making new friends. I wasn’t outgoing and I was shy. Emily singled me out and acted like my best friend. I was fooled. I never should have trusted her.”
I scooted closer to Tiffany, like a child who was listening to a bed time story, when the action started to get good. I knew this was going to be an intriguing tale.
“I thought she liked me, really liked me. She was popular and always asked me to go shopping with her or to her house, we were inseparable. What I didn’t know is that when I wasn’t in the room she was talking about me and laughing at me with her other friends. It turns out I was a walking punch line.
Everything I did was being analyzed. Emily had this condescending way about her. I would show her something and ask her if she thought it was cool. Once she realized it was something I liked she would tell me it was stupid. Soon, I was dressing like her and liking the same stuff as her. I was a copy and I didn’t realize the kind of influence she had on me.
One night when I was over at her house, it was just me and her and she looked at me, tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and told me I was beautiful. I was infatuated by her and she had just given me the highest compliment anyone could ever give. I thought she was beautiful and I was attracted to her. Over time she began to make further advances with me. A kiss on the lips, a slap on the butt, a grope of my breasts; She was coming on to me and I wanted her, too. That was the year I realized I was attracted to girls. I always thought I was weird when guys just didn’t seem appealing to me. I used to wake up from explicit dreams that never involved men. I used to suppress those urges and I did date, but when it came down to the kiss goodnight; I couldn’t follow through. I thought something was wrong with me. But when Emily started flirting with me, I finally understood. I am a lesbian.” Tiffany paused and looked directly at me. I don’t know what kind of reaction she was expecting, but I wasn’t fazed by her words. I waited for her to continue and she finally did.
“One night Emily caressed me and began kissing me. I had been waiting and longing for her, one thing led to another and we were naked in her bed. I experienced my first orgasm with her and I fell completely in love with her. I wanted her more and more and I desired her approval over all.
That wasn’t what I got though. I was so stupid to trust her. She told everyone in the school I was a lesbian. She told them she caught me “lezzing” it up with a girl after school. How she got another girl to agree to the story, I’ll never know. But the boys? They were the worst.
One day I was walking home from school and they followed me, harassing me, asking me if a bit of cock would make me straight. I didn’t look at them, I ignored them, but their taunts continued. I walked faster, but they still pursued me, I began to run and they ran after me. I was scared; I haven’t been more scared in my life. I was trying to lose them before I got home and took a wrong turn. I found myself trapped in a dead end alley with no way out.
They backed me in a corner and held me down. They ripped my clothes and they raped me one after the other. They asked me after each one finished if I was straight yet.” Tiffany’s voice broke, and I felt tears well up in my own eyes as imagined how horrible that was. To endure that kind of pain? I’ve only had a glimpse
“Well, Emily may not be Omar, but she’s still evil. I don’t think I’ll ever get over what she’s done to me.”
“What did she do?” I asked, hoping that I would finally know her connection to Emily.
“Emily be-friended me in high-school.” Tiffany starts then takes a deep breath.
“You’ve known her that long?” I butted in.
“Yes, I had just moved, it was November and I was nervous. I hated transferring schools and making new friends. I wasn’t outgoing and I was shy. Emily singled me out and acted like my best friend. I was fooled. I never should have trusted her.”
I scooted closer to Tiffany, like a child who was listening to a bed time story, when the action started to get good. I knew this was going to be an intriguing tale.
“I thought she liked me, really liked me. She was popular and always asked me to go shopping with her or to her house, we were inseparable. What I didn’t know is that when I wasn’t in the room she was talking about me and laughing at me with her other friends. It turns out I was a walking punch line.
Everything I did was being analyzed. Emily had this condescending way about her. I would show her something and ask her if she thought it was cool. Once she realized it was something I liked she would tell me it was stupid. Soon, I was dressing like her and liking the same stuff as her. I was a copy and I didn’t realize the kind of influence she had on me.
One night when I was over at her house, it was just me and her and she looked at me, tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and told me I was beautiful. I was infatuated by her and she had just given me the highest compliment anyone could ever give. I thought she was beautiful and I was attracted to her. Over time she began to make further advances with me. A kiss on the lips, a slap on the butt, a grope of my breasts; She was coming on to me and I wanted her, too. That was the year I realized I was attracted to girls. I always thought I was weird when guys just didn’t seem appealing to me. I used to wake up from explicit dreams that never involved men. I used to suppress those urges and I did date, but when it came down to the kiss goodnight; I couldn’t follow through. I thought something was wrong with me. But when Emily started flirting with me, I finally understood. I am a lesbian.” Tiffany paused and looked directly at me. I don’t know what kind of reaction she was expecting, but I wasn’t fazed by her words. I waited for her to continue and she finally did.
“One night Emily caressed me and began kissing me. I had been waiting and longing for her, one thing led to another and we were naked in her bed. I experienced my first orgasm with her and I fell completely in love with her. I wanted her more and more and I desired her approval over all.
That wasn’t what I got though. I was so stupid to trust her. She told everyone in the school I was a lesbian. She told them she caught me “lezzing” it up with a girl after school. How she got another girl to agree to the story, I’ll never know. But the boys? They were the worst.
One day I was walking home from school and they followed me, harassing me, asking me if a bit of cock would make me straight. I didn’t look at them, I ignored them, but their taunts continued. I walked faster, but they still pursued me, I began to run and they ran after me. I was scared; I haven’t been more scared in my life. I was trying to lose them before I got home and took a wrong turn. I found myself trapped in a dead end alley with no way out.
They backed me in a corner and held me down. They ripped my clothes and they raped me one after the other. They asked me after each one finished if I was straight yet.” Tiffany’s voice broke, and I felt tears well up in my own eyes as imagined how horrible that was. To endure that kind of pain? I’ve only had a glimpse
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