She Likes It Rough

Belle had just turned eighteen and she was looking for trouble. She was eager for adventure, **** to get out from under the stifling shadow of a small town and overbearing parents. For some reason, she decided I would be a part of her rebellion. I don’t know if I’m to blame for everything that happened…I don’t even know what the right thing to do would have been, honestly. Anyways, suffice to say that she found the trouble she was looking for.

I really did try to do the right thing. Honestly, I did. Well, maybe I didn’t try that hard…but what am I, a saint? How hard would you try to stop a sexy 18 year old girl from throwing herself at you, practically begging you to fuck her? Would you really spend a lot of time fretting about whether you’re “taking advantage of her"? She’s a sober, consenting adult, end of story. Yes, I was 12 years older than her, almost 30 at the time; yes, she was my best friend’s little sister; yes, I was a family friend, and our families had known each other for all our lives. Is that a bit weird? Sure, I guess, but I wouldn’t say it’s immoral, and it certainly isn’t illegal. Besides, that wasn’t the real problem, the one that makes me feel a tinge of guilt. She just didn’t know what she was getting herself into. Truly, she didn’t know what she was asking for. But I gave it to her anyway.