Barely 17 and Barely Dressed
She wrenched her head to the side, causing his lips to form a wee suctioning sound as they were forced off hers… It reminded her of an octopus’ suction cups. His arms reminded her of the rest of the octopus as he tugged at the remainder of her clothing.
She glanced fearfully at her rolled up Levis about two bleachers out of reach, and she was pinned.
‘Trust me.’ He was breathing heavily on top of her.
She mustered that strength women are known to have when babies are trapped under cars and said… ‘TRUST YOU TO DO WHAT?!’
Photo by Elaine-