Raped by the same man twice
About 8 years ago, I met a man in a bar. We started chatting between drinks and stayed until the bar closed, by which time I was pretty drunk. He asked me if I wanted to continue our conversation in his car before heading home. So I got into the passenger seat and him into the driver seat. We kept talking and the alcohol kept working. He could tell that I was pretty out of it because he got out of the car and came around to my side. I should mention that I was wearing a skater dress without panties. I never wear panties with skirts or dresses because I’ve had issues with them slipping off my hips when I walk in the past and just don’t want to deal with adjusting them. I’m sure he was pleasantly surprised at how easy I made it for him. He reclined the seat and climbed on top of me. He forced my legs open as i tried to push him off of me and back out the open car door. He grabbed my arms and put his weight on them so I couldn’t move and forced his cock into my pussy. My body was tense so it took a few attempts but he was finally able to stretch me open enough to get all the way inside me. I eventually stopped fighting and just laid there as my body started to lubricate itself against my assault. I tried to zone out a little but he made it hard because he kept kissing my mouth and neck and chest as he thrust harder into me. Luckily I was on birth control because after what seemed like forever, he dumped his load deep inside me.
We had already exchanged numbers in the bar before any of this happened, but I was still surprised to get a text from him the next day. I was very hungover. Over the next few days he managed to convince me that it was my fault for dressing the way I did and flirting. Maybe I did give mixed signals? I don’t know. But he got inside my head and made me believe I wanted it. Sober me remembers drunk me feeling pretty good during the rape, even if I was struggling against him. Long story short, he convinced me to go out with him again. He was a truck driver and wasn’t in town for a few weeks at a time, so several weeks later we went out again. He was kind during the date. I dressed up a bit, another dress. Maybe I was asking for it? I’m sure y’all can figure out where this went.