Val Retold
Copyright© 2016 by TheBatofGotham
Chapter 3
Sex Story: Chapter 3 - I went through my story of Val and changed some things. So if you read that story you may notice some similarities but there will be some differences.
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Romantic Rape
“What? Oh my God. I’m so sorry. Can I do anything to help?” I practically shouted.
Val looked down at her feet and said, “I would like to be left alone for a while.”
“Oh, okay. But before I go can I say one thing?” I asked.
Val just shook her head. She was still avoiding my gaze.
I got close to her and started to reach my hand out to her but stopped when she flinched. I was so worried about her.
“Okay. Just know if you need anything, anything at all you will always have friends and people who care about you and love you.” I said.
I was almost out the door when I heard Val call my name. By the time I turned around she was almost looking at me in the eyes.
Sounding a bit better and more confident but still a little unsure Val asked, “Like who? Are you one of those people who care for me and love me?”
“Always; nothing will change that.” I said.
She took my hand and led me to the living room.
“I was on my way to my room Friday when the phone rang. I picked it up, and it was Tiffany. She asked how things went with you. I told her they went better than fine. I was just a little embarrassed, but I told her that you were great. She wanted more details. I didn’t want to give her any. But she kept pressing for some. She then asked that after me flashing my breasts at you the other day if I finally tricked you into having sex with me. I may have gotten tired of her questioning and her thinking that stuff; I may have let her think I was going to jump your bones between now and the dance.” She paused for a moment. “How was I supposed to know my dad was listening in on the other line? I told mom and dad that we should have gotten gotten rid of those landline phones! Well after I hung up my daddy came to me looking mad. He grabbed me by the arm and...”
I was getting uncomfortable and told her, “Val. You don’t have to tell me this if you don’t want to.”
“I think that I really do need to tell or someone other than my mom, the police, or doctors of all kinds. Even Tiffany only knows I was raped by daddy. No, not daddy; that man ... that monster. I’ll burst and die if I can’t get this off my chest. So PLEASE?”
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