Assistant Girlfriend episode 10&11

“Jack loves me, you’re just being jealous.”
He let out a hollow laugh that mocked my statement as his eyes lit up in merriment. What the hell had I found attractive in such a vengeful and sadistic fellow?
“Keep dreaming baby girl, everyone in this bq including your Jack, know the sort of girl you are. You’re nothing but a hypocrite. You lead a man on with your moans and when he tries to get in, you claim virgin. Who your virginity epp?”

I walked out of his room, and went to my room. I was racked with guilt and so disgusted at myself. What would I tell Jack? How would he react? What the hell had I done?
I didn’t have to wait for long to get answers to those questions as Jack called that night and told me we had to see the next day. My roommate had gone to spend the weekend in town so she didn’t see me that night but when she returned the next day, she knew something was up with my reticence and melancholia. She tried to probe but got nothing off me.
Mark sent me knowing looks while he was smoking weed with his friends the next morning and I noticed the glances they all exchanged. He had kissed raped and who knows how much more of what he’d told them? How much was fact or fiction? It didn’t matter now, he had disvirgined me


Episode 11



The moment I entered Jack’s house, I forgot my resolve to tell him about all that had happened with Mark. He seemed pretty excited to see me that I didn’t want to spoil his mood with the truth. I would postpone telling him till later.
The only thing was that things got heated a few minutes later. My heart beat triple time as he slowly undressed me but I didn’t resist him and he was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t notice the fact that I didn’t offer any hindrance or resistance to his advances.
After what Mark had done to me, I thought I would never experience sex in a calm and sedate manner, the way it ought to be experienced between two consensual adults who had feelings for each other. But in Jack’s arms, I felt myself blossoming, exploding with colour and vibrancy. His kind and tender touch filled my heart with a warmth I never dreamed I’d feel.



Nothing was rushed; nothing was gross. His fingers made secret places on my body tingle, places I never imagined would ever feel as alive. I closed my eyes and clung to him when he moved over my breasts with his lips and touched my nipple with the tip of his tongue. I felt as if I were falling, but as long as I held on to him tightly I would be safe, forever.
He didn’t rush to force his dick inside me. It was as if he knew what I had experienced under Mark’s forced sex the night before. But when my hymen seemed to offer little resistance, he looked at me and I knew he knew. He seemed to get over his shock quickly and in a few quick thrusts, he was done.
I told him I was sorry…I tried to explain how things happened. I told him I’d been raped but I didn’t tell him who and my role in it. I painted Mark as the bad guy.
Jack was shocked and stewed for a while. He eventually comforted me and assured me, that it wasn’t the end of our relationship, unless I wanted it. He had taken everything in stride, or so I thought.
I cried all the way to school. I was completely ashamed. I had started out trying to make Jack jealous but had ended up messing up everything.
But Mark was waiting for me in school. Kristen was out when he came to my room and apologized for his statement the night before. I told him all that transpired between me and Jack, I carefully left out the part that I’d painted him as the bad guy.
I told him I and Jack were still together, he knew what had happened and was still sticking with me. He asked me if we were bound by an oath. I smiled and told him, we were bound by true love, oh, how I wished this was true.