“Thomas? What are you doing here?” I opened the door, expecting to see Jordan. Instead, Thomas Lamb smirked as he invited himself into my room.
“I didn’t see you at dinner and I figured you’d be hungry.” He pulled a shiny red apple from the pocket of his hoodie, and I forced a smile, wishing Jordan had thought to bring me dinner. “Hey, have you been crying? What’s the matter?” Thomas set the apple on my dresser and took my hands in his.
“I’m fine,” I said, pulling my hands from his and wiping both cheeks. I reached for a tissue, keeping my back to Thomas as I wiped the mascara out from under my eyes. “I’ve just had an emotional day.”
“Sorry it’s been a tough day, sweetheart.” Thomas stepped closer and rubbed his hands up and down my arms. His body was too close to mine and it made me uncomfortable. The tone in his voice was almost predatory. He lifted my hair off my neck and brushed it over my shoulder, lowering his lips to my neck. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
“I’m sure I just need some food.” I turned away from him and grabbed the apple from my dresser. “Thanks for thinking of me.” I took a bite and chewed deliberately, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m always thinking of you.” His seductive voice made me nervous. “Figured I’d better come see you before you run off with one of your other little boyfriends.”
“Yeah, so, about that—”
“I get it,” Thomas stopped me. “Basney took you by surprise with that kiss at the end of your short program. Way to show him who’s boss by going out with Snider last night.”
“That was a mistake.” I didn’t bother pointing out my dislike of guys using each other’s last names rather than first. He wouldn’t be here long enough for me to waste my breath.
“Yeah… he’s too young for you.” Thomas lifted the apple from my hand and set it back on the dresser. “You need someone more… experienced.”
“I should probably focus on my free skate and not get caught up in any relationships right now.”
“That’s okay, babe, we don’t need to have a relationship. Everybody knows you’re not interested in limiting your pool of prospects. I won’t tie you down.”
“I kind of want to be tied down—” I tried to finish my sentence to say Jordan’s name, but Thomas crushed his lips to mine. His kiss wasn’t exactly painful, but it was insistent. My attempt to push him away only served to trap my arms between his chest and mine and I felt him pushing me gently toward my bed. I turned my face away from his. “Thomas, I need to use the bathroom real quick.”
“No problem.” He released me from his grasp, and I stumbled over to the bathroom, thankful my phone was in my pocket.
I locked the bathroom door and pulled out my phone, swiping open the screen and fumbling to open my contacts list. My call to Jordan went straight to voicemail as if he rejected my call. I didn’t dare leave a message or Thomas would hear me talking. I hung up and sent a frantic text to Jordan. Help!!!! Then I tried to call again. Another rejected call. Another text, this time more detailed. Help! Thomas is here and he’s trying to get me into bed. Help me!!!
Holding my cell phone, I waited, hoping Jordan would answer my messages. I tried to call again, wondering why he wouldn’t take my calls. He didn’t have any meetings or anything that I knew of. He left so quickly that I didn’t have time to make any plans for this evening. Hopefully he’d check his texts soon.
“Hey, babe, you doing okay in there?” Thomas said, trying the locked door.
“Just… uh… this is embarrassing. I’m a little bound up. Maybe you should come back later.” Thankfully, I was sitting on the closed toilet seat, so my voice was in the correct location within the room.
“Happens to the best of us. I’ll just go lay on your bed and make myself comfortable.”
“Uh… okay. Thanks.” Now what? Jordan, where are you? I tried to call again. No answer. Another text. Wait! Chelley! I called her and my call went straight to her voicemail. Where was everyone? I sent her a text. Chelley, help me! Thomas Lamb is here and he’s making me really uncomfortable! Please come back to our room!
Not much more I could do so I flushed the toilet and washed my hands then opened the bathroom door. True to his word, Thomas was lying on my bed, looking at his phone. His shoes were off and so was his shirt. Oh dear…
“Thomas, umm… I’m not exactly experienced at any of this.” I stood by the door to the bathroom, wondering if I’d need to head back in there and lose my lunch.
“That’s okay, baby, I know what I’m doing.” He set his phone on the bedside table and scooted closer to the wall. He patted the bed beside him, inviting me to come lay down with him. “I promise. I’ll be gentle.”
“I don’t really think I’m old enough for this.” Where was Jordan? I wanted to cry.
“The way you kissed me the other night? Trust me you’re ready.” He patted the bed again.
“My roommate could be back from dinner anytime.” Was my voice wavering?
“Don’t worry, I put a sock on the doorhandle.”
“You did?” I turned to reach for the doorhandle, but he was across the room faster than I could get to the door.
“Don’t you trust me?” His voice was sultry, and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. “Are you nervous? Don’t worry. This will be a night you’ll never forget. Let’s get this shirt out of our way.” Somehow my shirt was up and over my head faster than I realized what he was doing.
“Thomas, I’m not ready for this—” His insistent kiss cut off my plea for him to wait and his hands reached around my back fidgeting for a hook to my bra. Thankfully I had on a sports bra that slipped over my head rather than unclipped from the back or I would have been standing there with no barrier between my chest and his roving hands. When his fingers slipped below the elastic band of my bra, I squirmed out of his arms. “Stop! I don’t want you touching me!”
“That’s okay, we can leave it on.” Thomas wasn’t taking no for an answer and pushed me gently but insistently toward my bed.
“Help! Somebody help!” I knew my screams would go unheard. Everyone was down at dinner.
Thomas clasped his hand over my mouth to silence me. “You don’t want to do that, baby. I’m a lot bigger than you and I can shut you up in more ways than one. Now, we can either do this the hard way, or the easy way. Trust me, I can make you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life. All you need to do is relax and let me work my magic. I’m going to take my hand off your mouth in a second and I want you to tell me how you want tonight to proceed, okay? The hard way, or the easy way.”
I nodded and he removed his hand, keeping it close to my face. His eyebrows raised as if to ask me to choose. I whimpered a soft, “easy way.”
“Good girl. Now, tell me you want me.”
“I… want you,” I choked out.
“What do you want me to do to you?” He eased me down onto the bed and I was completely vulnerable.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Tell me you want me to make love to you,” Thomas said with a sultry voice. When I hesitated, he said it more forcefully. “Ask me to make love to you.”
“I want you to make love to me.” I squeaked out. Knowing we both still had pants on made me hopeful someone would rescue me before he got that far. A stroke of inspiration reminded me to play up to his ego and I added to my forced plea. “You promised you’d make me feel good. Right? You promised you’d take things slow so that this would be a night I’d never forget, right?”
“I promise.” There was hope and anticipation in his eyes.
“Then come down here and kiss me,” I said with conviction. “Let’s make this feel good for both of us.”
That was all the invitation he needed to lower his face to mine, and he was temporarily distracted from removing my pants. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold him off. As my lips moved against Thomas’ lips, my heart and mind cried out in a silent plea, Jordan! Rescue me!
Author’s Note: If you, or someone you know, have experienced any kind of unwanted advance rather from a friend, relative, boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, stranger, or anyone else, please reach out for help. Contact the Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network (rain.org) or call 800-656-HOPE (4673).
(As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. -Julie)
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