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Thought this would be a cool idea/approach for a story...
FRIDAY NOVEMBER 7th 2014
Can't believe it. Can't believe what I've done. What I'm doing!! ...I'll start from the start.
So, it started as a typical Friday night 1pm-10pm shift for me in Tesco. Even more typical in that Gav, the guy from McDonalds, across the car park, came into the shop on his break again. And yet again, as always, he started chatting me up. ...He's 19, a bit of a chav and a total lad. I'm 25, in a long term relationship and looking to get a flat to move into with my boyfriend. I've told him this. But still he persists. I've told him how flattering he is. And I've also told him he can't have my number. But... yes. He persists.
It was a really rainy night tonight. And I didn't have my car as it was in the garage getting a new clutch fitted. The plan was to get the bus home.... And that's where Gav struck....
I made the mistake of telling him my situation and he offered to take me home. Obviously I passed at first. But eventually I said yes. I don't know how, I don't know why. ...But I did.
He was waiting for me outside at 10.05pm. His bright green, souped up Ford Fiesta. The large exhaust pipe rumbling at huge volume. The muffled sound of loud music coming from within. I walked up nervously, opened the passenger door and got in. I said hi as I started to put my seatbelt on. He turned down the loud music which turned out to be 50 Cent "Candyshop". He revved up the engine then pulled out. He asked if I wanted anything from McDonalds. I said no but he sort of insisted and said he'd get it free since he worked there. He ran through what McDonalds sold. "Chicken Nuggets", "Quarter Pounder with cheese", "Big Mac". I said no to them all. He then said "What about my Big Mac?" he laughed and I said, "No I din't think so." He wasn't going to give in though so I agreed to have a Strawberry Milkshake.
I thought that'd be it, but he said it was early, he wanted to take me for a spin. He drove around like a maniac, showing off. I laughed nervously along the way and after around 15 minutes asked if he could drop me off. He pulled into an industrial estate, then slowed to a stop on a secluded bit of wasteland. Old shopping troley rusting away, litter strewn everywhere. That's about as much as I could see, it was too dark.
Anyway, Gav started turning on the charm again. Telling me how "Hot" I was. Saying how jealous he was of my boyfriend Marc. I sucked up the last of my milkshake through the straw. "Marc doesn't have to know about us Gemma." He said. I laughed and told him that nothing was gonna happen. Next thing I know his hand is on my thigh. "One kiss. If you don't like it fine." I'll give up. He said. I laughed nervously again. "There's no way I said." I didn't quite know how to tell him to move his hand! ...He started to rub my thigh slowly. His hand getting closer to my crotch. "Come on!" He said laughing. "Gav, please!It's not happening!" I said. "I love Marc." I said. He continued to rub my thigh. "But what if I love you?" Gav said. At that point he moved his hand from my thigh to placing it around the back of my head. He moved my head towards him then he leant towards me and kissed me, once. On the lips. Then again. On the lips. Then on the third time he stayed on me, his tongue went in my mouth and found my tongue. Before I realised what I was doing I was licking his tongue inside his mouth and holding either side of his face.
This went on for maybe 2 minutes, then I pulled away. "See, you love it!" he said. "I shouldn't have done that." I told him. "I know, but it felt great didn't it?"
I stupidly admitted that I liked it. "Well look, I'll take you home now Gemma. We'll take it slow." He said. I wanted to say that it ends here but I didn't answer.
We pulled up outside my house and he handed me a piece of paper. "That's my number. You want to meet again, give me a shout. You know we could have a good time together." I just said "Thanks for the lift Gav." and got out the car. When I stood up I could feel how drenched I was downstairs.
That was about two hours ago. I can't get to sleep and I've just txt'd him this - "Hey, its Gemma, wot u up 2?"
WHAT AM I DOING?
FRIDAY NOVEMBER 7th 2014
Can't believe it. Can't believe what I've done. What I'm doing!! ...I'll start from the start.
So, it started as a typical Friday night 1pm-10pm shift for me in Tesco. Even more typical in that Gav, the guy from McDonalds, across the car park, came into the shop on his break again. And yet again, as always, he started chatting me up. ...He's 19, a bit of a chav and a total lad. I'm 25, in a long term relationship and looking to get a flat to move into with my boyfriend. I've told him this. But still he persists. I've told him how flattering he is. And I've also told him he can't have my number. But... yes. He persists.
It was a really rainy night tonight. And I didn't have my car as it was in the garage getting a new clutch fitted. The plan was to get the bus home.... And that's where Gav struck....
I made the mistake of telling him my situation and he offered to take me home. Obviously I passed at first. But eventually I said yes. I don't know how, I don't know why. ...But I did.
He was waiting for me outside at 10.05pm. His bright green, souped up Ford Fiesta. The large exhaust pipe rumbling at huge volume. The muffled sound of loud music coming from within. I walked up nervously, opened the passenger door and got in. I said hi as I started to put my seatbelt on. He turned down the loud music which turned out to be 50 Cent "Candyshop". He revved up the engine then pulled out. He asked if I wanted anything from McDonalds. I said no but he sort of insisted and said he'd get it free since he worked there. He ran through what McDonalds sold. "Chicken Nuggets", "Quarter Pounder with cheese", "Big Mac". I said no to them all. He then said "What about my Big Mac?" he laughed and I said, "No I din't think so." He wasn't going to give in though so I agreed to have a Strawberry Milkshake.
I thought that'd be it, but he said it was early, he wanted to take me for a spin. He drove around like a maniac, showing off. I laughed nervously along the way and after around 15 minutes asked if he could drop me off. He pulled into an industrial estate, then slowed to a stop on a secluded bit of wasteland. Old shopping troley rusting away, litter strewn everywhere. That's about as much as I could see, it was too dark.
Anyway, Gav started turning on the charm again. Telling me how "Hot" I was. Saying how jealous he was of my boyfriend Marc. I sucked up the last of my milkshake through the straw. "Marc doesn't have to know about us Gemma." He said. I laughed and told him that nothing was gonna happen. Next thing I know his hand is on my thigh. "One kiss. If you don't like it fine." I'll give up. He said. I laughed nervously again. "There's no way I said." I didn't quite know how to tell him to move his hand! ...He started to rub my thigh slowly. His hand getting closer to my crotch. "Come on!" He said laughing. "Gav, please!It's not happening!" I said. "I love Marc." I said. He continued to rub my thigh. "But what if I love you?" Gav said. At that point he moved his hand from my thigh to placing it around the back of my head. He moved my head towards him then he leant towards me and kissed me, once. On the lips. Then again. On the lips. Then on the third time he stayed on me, his tongue went in my mouth and found my tongue. Before I realised what I was doing I was licking his tongue inside his mouth and holding either side of his face.
This went on for maybe 2 minutes, then I pulled away. "See, you love it!" he said. "I shouldn't have done that." I told him. "I know, but it felt great didn't it?"
I stupidly admitted that I liked it. "Well look, I'll take you home now Gemma. We'll take it slow." He said. I wanted to say that it ends here but I didn't answer.
We pulled up outside my house and he handed me a piece of paper. "That's my number. You want to meet again, give me a shout. You know we could have a good time together." I just said "Thanks for the lift Gav." and got out the car. When I stood up I could feel how drenched I was downstairs.
That was about two hours ago. I can't get to sleep and I've just txt'd him this - "Hey, its Gemma, wot u up 2?"
WHAT AM I DOING?