Friday night was my first night back in the city. I wasn't moving into my apartment until Saturday morning so I figured I'd go hang out with my boyfriend. I texted and texted him but he didn't answer so I texted Ilya. If you remember him from another thread, he forced himself on me in January. Why would I ever talk to him again? I don't know... We were friends for 4 years before he did that to me. I'm a forgiving person and really, I didn't want to be alone.
Anyways...
He picked me up from my place at 11:00 pm and we went to a restaurant for a couple of hours and talked. It was very awkward as it had been 8 months since the incident and since I've seen him. I relaxed after a while and we had a good talk about Philosophy and Religion.
After the restaurant he took me home and I was ready to go to bed because I had to be up at 6 am to move. I lit a cigarette and then sat down outside to smoke before going in. He started to try to kiss me and I wasn't interested. I said no, he tried again but wasn't forceful really. I said things were still awkward and he asked if he could kiss me. I gave in... I said he could as long as he kept his hands to himself. We kissed and then he took my shirt part way off and started to lick and suck. (You know what I mean) I stopped him and that's when he asked if we could go walk around so that nothing else would happen and he'd stop trying things so I said sure, why not? We walked to the top of the parking garage at the hospital to look at the stars. From there we started to walk to the park. If you've seen The Notebook, Noah and Allie lay down in the middle of the street. I don't know what got into me but I wanted to do it so I did. He watched me at first and then laid on top of me. At that point I said, okay I'm done and moved him to get up.
We get to the park and I go sit in a swing. He stands in front of me and continues to try to kiss me and take my shirt off. (I'm all about fooling around in public) but I just don't like him like that. I continue to give in.
We leave the park and head for my house but on the way there I see a bus in the parking lot of a Church. I say, let's go break in. I'm really into getting into trouble right now for some reason. I guess I just wanted some excitement. We get to the bus and one door is already partly open so we slip inside and sit down. He asks to go down on me, I say no. He asks to finger me, I say no. He asks to titty screw me, I say okay. It didn't work out though. Too awkward in there for that. He starts jerking off and then asks me to blow him. I start to and then stop. I don't want to do this.
I suggest we leave and go back to my house. On the way there he begins to tell me about this fantasy of fooling around in or on a Church. (On meaning, the stairs or wherever possible) I said, huh... That's different. Well, there is a second Church by my new apartment so he asked if I would blow him on the stairs for just one minute. He said it would make his day... So I did it but only for a minute.
I get home and I hate myself at this point. I feel totally disgusting because I don't have any feelings for him whatsoever and I did things with him that I never wanted to do. I say goodnight and that's it.
Why do I do things that I don't want to do?
Before I even went out I talked to Marty and he was so pissed that I would even give him a second chance. The couple of friends I told were also pissed off and worried about me. Needless to say, I didn't tell any of them what happened. I'm ashamed.
I don't know what's wrong with me. If it had been my boyfriend or Marty I wouldn't feel bad about this at all. Like I said, I love public fooling around and doing risky things.



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