Terror in the Snowstorm
©Copyright 2017 wantsomefun
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - A college student, Seth, finds his snooty/bitchy exGF in a wreck in a major snowstorm. Despite her attitude, he persists with trying to help her. Two huge rednecks come along and quickly show that they have ill intentions for the hot girl, and quickly take over the situation. A series of events causes the girl to reevaluate her impression of Seth in this crazy whirlwind of a story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Coercion Rape Heterosexual Fiction Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
Tara smiled at me, then almost laughed.
“Men! Now I know why my parents like you so much. You’re so analytical and logical, just like my Dad. He never does anything without dissecting and examining it, mulling it over, formulating a plan of discovery and action, and then executing his plan meticulously. That’s why he’s so good at the practice of law.
“He makes intelligent, informed decisions about every case presented to him. He rejects the ones he doesn’t think have merit, and then throws his entire being into the ones he believes can be won. He’s never lost a case, you know. Never.”
Tara continued, “In your own way, you’re just like him. I love him completely. He is my hero, almost a god in my eyes. I can just imagine him saying the same things you just said. I agree with you. You’re right. What we seem to be feeling may be sort of an adrenalin crash or something. A lot of me thinks there’s way more to it than that, but if we want to be true to ourselves, we should just take this one day at a time.
“I don’t like it, but I understand that it’s for the best. At the very least, though, we’ll always have today. If it never goes any farther, I can make myself accept that. I want you to know, though, that the last twenty-four hours have changed me for the better.”
“How?” I asked.
“You’ve made me realize how selfish and immature I’ve been. My parents didn’t raise me to be a snob. They tried to teach me by example to be generous and accepting of others. Remember what I told you about my volunteer work at the children’s hospital. I really enjoyed that. I got to appreciate those poor, damaged, desperately ill kids. I learned to see beauty and love in them.
“Thank God I did, since that’s the only reason I was able to see the basic, childlike good in poor Merle. He gave his life trying to save me, simply because I was nice to him and listened to him. The poor bastard didn’t have two nickels to rub together, but he gave me the biggest, most valuable gift anyone could ever give.
“You, too, have shown me compassion and love I had almost allowed myself to forget existed. You insisted on rescuing me from the blizzard, even though I had tried for months to hate you for being ‘lower class.’ You tried to fight off Zeke, knowing full well you were going to lose. You tried to find a way for me to escape being raped by him, and to save my life.
“You would have had a much better chance of your own survival if you had turned your back on me or if you had joined him in humiliating and raping me. But your soul is too pure and full of love to let you do that. You’re like my parents. You give of yourself. You’re protecting me even now, by forcing me not to rush my romantic feelings for you.