The Conversation

I feel like a fucking whore. That's it. That's all I can think. I went to his house to talk. Just talk. And then... and then it all went to shit. He had me straddled over his lap. Making out. Not just kissing, but like... lip-sucking, tongue-biting. It was intense. And then he got on top of me. On top of me. Feeling under my shirt. Tugging at my jeans. Trying to get my bra off. I let him... I let him suck on my boobs. Bite my nipples. What the fuck is wrong with me? I ended up having to leave because my mom was on her way home. Like some goddamn teenager sneaking around. He's not my boyfriend. He probably doesn't even want to be. And I... I've never done anything like that before. Ever. And I feel fucking terrible. Dirty. Used. Ashamed. Like I gave away something I shouldn't have. Like I'm less of a person now.