Bad Reputation

I’ve known Callum for about two years, and we were together for only about four months. We both used to hang round with the same gang of friends and sort of drifted together, I can’t remember him actually asking me out it just happened, probably because we were the only two who didn’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend.

To be honest it was very rare that we were on our own together, we were usually with a crowd of people. It was on one of the rare occasions that we were on our own that it happened. Callum I had gone over to his to watch a dvd, we were sat in the next room to his Mum and Dad so I never expected anything to happen. We’d been together for about six weeks at this point and had a few snogging sessions but nothing more.

It was about twenty minutes into the film when Callum started touching me, he sort of rubbed my breast with his hand, I tried to move away but he pulled me close and started kissing me really roughly. I daren’t make a noise because I thought that his Mum or Dad might hear.  

He pushed his hands down my underwear, and I was struggling to get away. Callum was breathing heavily and the look on his face frightened me. I was asking him to stop but he carried on. I finally pulled myself free and said that I wanted to go home. He asked me what was the matter and I pretended that everything was fine, and that I was just tired.

I remember that he held my hand and walked me home, it was the first time that he told me that he loved me. He kissed me goodnight and was so gentle and loving that I began to wonder if I’d imagined what had happened earlier.

A few weeks later we were out with all our mates, Callum was stood smoking and chatting with the boys.  Paul one of the boys in our group started making remarks about me and my body, saying stuff like he’d never noticed what a great pair of tits I had. I tried to laugh it off but I was starting to feel really uncomfortable.  Callum came over and told Paul to back off and that my tits were for his eyes only, to cut a long story short they ended up having a fight. The other girls were going mad at me calling me a slag and accused me of causing trouble.

Callum said that he would take me home, I was crying and was very upset, and Callum had his arm around me as we walked, and was saying lovely things to me and telling me not to worry.

As we walked through town, Callum pulled me into a shop doorway and started kissing me, once again his hands started to wander. He started to undo the buttons on my top, and when I tried to stop him he just pulled and the buttons popped off. He said that he had just been defending me and had had a fight over me so the least that I could do was let him have a feel. It sounds stupid I know, but I thought that I owed him. His squeezing, groping and biting hurt me and I stood shaking in the doorway frightened that a passer by would see what was going on.

When I got home I couldn’t believe the scratches and marks that covered my body, I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Later that night I went on Facebook and there were loads of messages saying all kind of things about me. How had I got into this mess?

When I rang Callum he accused me of being frigid and a tease, and told me that it wasn’t worth all the hassle of going out with me.

So here I am, a sixteen year old girl with no friends and a bad reputation. Everyone thinks that I’m some sort of slag, which is mostly to do with Callum bragging about his ability of being a great lover. Thank god that I never let him go all the way, I know that and he knows that.
Anyway who ever heard of a frigid slag!