A Michael Ealy Story

Written by Tricia (@GimmeUnusual)

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Derica still convinced me to go out with her even though I was no longer in the mood. After a while I was glad I went out. After a few Appletini’s, I began to forget about Michael and feel better about things. I was living my dreams and happy where my life was heading. I decided to let that shit with Michael go and just enjoy myself. Plus I met Colin, the bodyguard. Colin was a pretty white boy with dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, and a strong jawline. He was tatted all up and down his arms and he looked like he could bench about 300lbs or so. He was bigger than any guy I had ever dated but he was the finest one in the building and I had all his attention. I can’t say that he was physicially my type or not; I don’t think I really have a type. I guess I just kind of liked how his firm arms felt wrapped around me. I’m usually attracted to black men but tonight I was willing to try any color man. I’ve only had one sexual partner and that was my junior year of college. Colin nibbled on my neck as we danced. He rocked on the 1 and 3 instead of the 2 and 4 but I liked how serious he was about putting it on me. He popped against me until his dick got hard. He was sexy and I was horny so I decided to make him my number two.

 

Deboni was ready to go and since she drove we all had to leave. I gave Colin my number and told him to call me so we could meet up. He asked me what was I doing tonight and I said just going home. He wasn’t ready for the night to end and neither was I. He asked me to call him when I got home and I agreed.

 

Deboni dropped me off first since her and Derica live only minutes from each other. I gave my girls a hug and stumbled up the stairs.

 

“Can you get yo’ drunk ass up the stairs?” Derica yelled out the car window.

 

I laughed and gave her the middle finger. I finally was able to get the key in the hole after seeing double, and got inside the entryway of the building. My girls waved at me and took off. As I was trying to wave I lost my equilibrium and came crashing down on the linoleum.

 

“OUCH…SHIT!!!”

 

Michael opened his door, looking down at me on the floor.

 

“I see you’re sloppy drunk. You gone make a habit of this?” he asked as he placed he hand under my arm and lifted me up.

“What are you my daddy? And I’m fine. I don’t need any help,” I said after he had already got me to my feet.

 

He threw up his hands and said, “Fine.” He went back into his apartment and closed the door.

 

I made it upstairs to my apartment and went to the bedroom. It was the only place that had any furniture. My dad threw my bed in his truck and brought it over while we were painting, along with a bit of food. He figured I needed at least a bed to sleep in. I took off my clothes and climbed in bed. Before my eyes could close good enough my phone rang. It was Colin trying to see what I was doing tonight. That reminded me that I wanted to get laid. I asked him if he wanted to come over and snake the drain and he laughed at me…said I was corny. White boy calling me corny…now that’s a hoot right there. Now that I think about it…that sounds about right. My friends say I talk like a white girl so I guess I am corny.

 

Since I had been sweating and drinking, I decided to jump in the shower just to wake up and sober me up a little bit more for my rendezvous. It was just what I needed. I felt like a new person when I got out. Before I could finish oiling my body my doorbell rang. I buzzed the door open for him and told him to come up to the second floor.

 

He walked in looking even sexier than before. The club had been dark, so now I could really see his features better, including his 5 o’clock shadow. His strong arms pulled me into his body and he started kissing me. I attempted to kiss him back but the beer on his breath turned my stomach. I pushed him back a bit and asked him would he at least brush his teeth. He agreed and I showed him to my master bathroom. We went through my bedroom and into the bathroom where I had a spare toothbrush. I left him to complete that while I climbed into bed to wait for him.

 

He came out and his face lit up when he saw me in bed with nothing on but a nighty. I guess he hadn’t noticed it when I first opened the door for him. He began to undress right there in front of me. I got excited watching his offbeat striptease. That didn’t last long though. He got his clothes off and I was extremely disappointed looking at his little dick. I was still determined to go through with it. I was horny. He got ready to climb in bed and I reminded him not to forget the condom in his wallet. He continued getting into the bed, climbing on top of me and squeezing my breast.

 

“Colin, get the condom,” I repeated.

“I don’t have one, but it’s alright. I’m good,” he said.

“I can get pregnant though. You have to put on a condom,” I told him.

“I’ll pull out,” he said in between kisses around my breast.

“No. You should just go to the store,” I suggested.

“Girl c’mon. Why you stalling stuff? Let’s do this. I’ll pull out. We’ll be good,” he said.

“I’m sorry Colin. We can’t do this then. Can you get up?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I don’t want to get a disease or pregnant so we can’t do it without a condom. You should probably leave.”

“No. Not without what I came here for. I didn’t just drive all the way to the other side of town for nothing.”

 

Colin pushed me back onto the bed, catching me off guard. My mind was still so foggy that I couldn’t really comprehend what he meant. He lifted my legs and tried to pry them open. Just then I knew exactly what he meant and screamed for him to stop. He grabbed both my wrists and combined then into one of his hand, and held them down. I screamed and he quickly covered my mouth with his other hand. My eyes got buck and tears began to run down my cheeks because I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I tried to wiggle my way from his embrace but he was so strong. He was able to spread my legs apart just with the pressure of his knees.

 

I could feel his dick rubbing against my vagina but it was nothing I could do. His weight kept me pinned down and my cries were muffled to a whisper with his hand across my mouth.

 

He didn’t use a hand to try and guide it in…instead he just started poking and prying…making me sore until he finally found the hole. He pushed in so hard that I screamed in his hands. Even though he didn’t have much to work with, my inexperience and lack of recent sexual contact made me tight, still making it hurt. Tears continued to run down my face as he pressed in and out as hard as he could.

 

I persistently tried to free my hands and mouth. All my movements made his hand drop lower into my mouth, affording me the opportunity to bite him. I bit down firmly, trying to remove some of his flesh. He slapped me so hard across the face that I blacked out. I had to be only out for moments. When I came back to, he was looking down at himself going in and out of me. He was going so fast, making my pussy raw.

 

I gathered every bit of strength left in me and screamed for help before he saw that I had woke up. I started hitting him and screaming, trying to keep my hands moving so that he couldn’t hold me down again. All that did was pissed him off because the last thing I remember is his fist coming towards my face.

 

When I woke up and tried to open my eyes, everything was blurry. I put my hand up to my face and realized one eye had been covered with gauze. I felt someone grab my hand. I snatched it away and screamed.

 

“NO!!! STOP COLIN! LET ME GO!!! PLEASE STOP!!!”

 

“Baby it’s me. Its mom. It’s me baby! Dad is here too. We’re here,” I heard her say in between tears. She grabbed me too, trying to comfort me but I pushed away not wanting anyone to touch me.

 

I cried along with her even though she was still so blurry. I could hear it in her voice though. She kissed me on the forehead and still took me in her arms to cradle my head in her chest. I let her this time.

 

“Mom I’m sorry.”

“Shhh, this is not your fault. Hush baby.”

 

My dad remained quiet. I saw a shadow of him sitting in a chair, hunched over with his head resting in his hands. It seems as though his body quivered from a distance.

 

The nurse came in and asked me if I wanted some pain medicine. I said yes. She came back with it along with a couple messages. She said that some police officers had come by to speak to me earlier about the circumstances leading up to the incident, but that I was asleep. She said they’d be back later. She also said they needed to perform a rape kit on me now that I am awake but that they needed my signed authorization. I nodded my approval.

 

My focus began to return and out the corner of my eye I saw a body shift. I was shaky so I flinched. I looked over and saw Michael sitting in a chair, bent over with elbows propped on his thighs, hands clasped together, and his fingers interlocked. He had his clasped hands up to his mouth as though he was in deep meditation…maybe even praying.

 

“You heard me didn’t you,” I said to him.

He nodded yes and a tear ran down his cheek, “Not until it was too late.”