I've had some road construction done to my road on & off this week before flying down here to visit friends in Limon, Costa Rica. As a fair skinned Northern American (blonde hair, blue eyes & sun burn even with SPF 70 with UVA/UVB protection), I stand out here where everyone has an olive complexion with dark features - various shades of brown to black hair & everyone has brownish eyes.
The road crew were supposed to ring the door bell before they started near my house so I didn't have to wake up with a panic attack or anxiety attack....but NO, they didn't. The one morning, they started at 7 am (I'd just fallen asleep around 4 am - I have insomnia to an extent). I called the office of the road crew to raise hell. The boss said he's send a foreman down to my house in a little bit. Since I was up & no chance of going back to sleep, I let the dogs out in the fenced - in back yard, brushed my teeth & took a shower.
As I stepped out of the shower & wrapped around myself, I heard the door bell ring. Since my bathroom is just above the front door (on the second floor), I said that I'd be down in a second. I put in my contacts, brushed my hair & down the stairs I ran....still wrapped in a towel.
I yanked the door open, stubbing my big toe & screamed: "Oh, fuck!". I hobbled outside & closed the door - we have a cat that likes to escape when there's an open door. I looked up & there's my old classmate from elementary school, Joe (real name). Good Lord, I was in a BIG pile of trouble. He went from '90's glasses, bad hair cuts & braces to a gorgeous model! Joe turned into actual model - an international model! Last time he saw me was in the mid '90's at the end of 4th grade....we were 10 yrs old! Who knew what 19 yrs could do! I was about to turn into a puddle of mush.
All of a sudden, the light bulb over his head turned on full force. He asked me if I am who he thought I was. I asked who he thought I was. He spit out my name. I said: "Yes, that's me!". I invited him in. When we got inside, I ran upstairs to get dressed...the genius I am, I was wrapped in a short towel & parts of my goodies could be seen....when I was running upstairs, he got to see a full moon in broad day light! Thank God I shaved my legs that morning!
I came back down, offered him some coffee & asked him how I could help him. He said that he was doing a buddy a favor for the company who was doing the road work - his friend called out sick that day & asked Joe to step in for him (Joe worked for this company in high school).
I asked what brought him to my house. He said that he wanted to speak to the home owners "Mr & Mrs X". I said that they were my parents & they had already left for work. He raised an eyebrow because their last name is different than mine. I jogged Joe's memory saying that my mother remarried while we were in 3rd grade, took my step father's last name while I kept my biological father's last name. All he said was: "Oh".
As I was looking Joe over (as he was checking to see if I was engaged or married), I realized that he's HOTTER than my professional lawn mowing neighbor's nephew Matt. As a fellow Italian (think he's either half Italian or 100 % Italian), he's got the "typical" Italian looks; the black hair, brown hair, high cheek bones, 6 pack abs (he was wearing a SUPER tight shirt when he stopped by), slight Roman nose, kissable lips & mega watt smile. I had to be careful to NOT drool....that was very hard to do.
Joe was letting me know of the work that the road crew was going to do & asked when I needed my driveway (they were going to re pave the bottom 3 ft of the driveway). I said that I didn't need much of the driveway until the next day. Out of the blue, he asked if I had a boyfriend & I told him I didn't & that I wasn't in the right place at the moment. He saw me tear up & tried to grab my hand. Very abruptly I told him that he should get back to work. He asked what was wrong & what caused me to be in the place I am now. As I tried to get him to get back outside to work, I started to sob. He tried to hug me but couldn't because I slapped his face & told him that he's like the rest of the nasty guys I knew.
He said: "Babe, we've known each other since kindergarten & haven't seen each other in 19 years! You should know me enough to know I'd NEVER do anything to hurt you. I know that you had a reason to slap me...I'm NOT mad that you did. I'd like to know why you did".
As if I wasn't a big enough hot mess already, I broke down & told him what happened. I explained I knew this kid about 3 yrs younger than us from a mutual friend of ours. One night about 3 yrs ago, we had hooked up before his 10 month military tour of Iraq. Whenever he was home from the Middle East & home from his base in the south, we'd hook up - no emotional attachment, just hook ups. About a year and half ago (close to 2 yrs ago), he & his platoon were sent to Afghanistan for 8 months....they were there for about 9 months. When he came home again that September, he was different....hardened. The hook ups weren't like they'd been before...when I told him to stop, he'd stop. Not this time around when he got home....I'd have to beat on his body enough for him to realize I meant stop.
One night not too long after he came home, he invited me over. I noticed a car I didn't recognize. I went inside & upstairs to his room. There's the hook up guy & a buddy of his from the same platoon. They were rather buzzed, lounging rather closely on the bed, wearing just their jeans. I said: "I'm not asking & I'm not telling. I'll see you guys after your post coital moment!". So I went back downstairs to wait for a few minutes before leaving. The hook up guy said that there wasn't anything going on between them, just waiting for me to come over & go upstairs. So I went back upstairs with him. His buddy went to one of the spare rooms before I came back up. The hook up guy & I start messing around a bit....his buddy came in the room buck naked. I told the buddy to leave the room & to close the door behind him but he didn't. The hook up guy penetrated me without protection. I kept telling him to stop, pull out & put on protection. He didn't...I started to scream "STOP!!!" at the top of my lungs....he slapped me. He continued to rape me as his buddy was laughing & watching, eventually holding me down as I still kept screaming for him to stop. His buddy place a ball gag in my mouth so the neighbors couldn't hear me. After it was placed in my mouth, I was flipped over onto my stomach by the hook up guy & he penetrated my tail end. I tried to tell him "No" & "Stop" but all he & his buddy heard was me muffling....thinking that I was enjoying it. The hook up guy, thinking I was enjoying him in my tail end, was getting rougher. His buddy took a leather belt & started to flail it against my bare back. I was in so much pain from the belt whipping me & being roughly penetrated in my tail end, I was crying. After the hook up guy climaxed again, this time in my tail end, he & his buddy switched places.
The buddy flipped me onto my whipped back (which hurt when I got slammed onto the mattress). The buddy penetrated me vaginally, with out protection, as I tried to push him off...I was punching him & kicking him the best I could but the hook up buddy started to hold me down. I tried to tell him to stop but couldn't because the ball gag was still in my mouth. He climaxed twice inside me before flipping me over onto my stomach. He, too, penetrated my tail end - which was still sore from the hook up guy. It hurt me so much when he penetrated me there, I started to cry all over again - still unable to scream because of the ball gag. My back was still being beaten by the leather belt but the hook up guy thought I was being "trouble" so he used the metal buckle against my back instead of the leather. The buddy was turned on by this & finally climaxed.
They got dressed, took out the gag & left me bruised & in pain on the bed. I finally got up off the bed & got dressed. The guys had already left. I went home & took a shower...burning my clothes in the fire place. A few days later, I went to the police but they said that couldn't do anything at all. I asked why. They said it was the word of two military guys against mine - a civilian. I made many attempts on filing complaints on these guys....but the police wouldn't do anything & neither would any of the attorneys that I saw.”
After telling this to Joe, doing the only thing he could, the poor guy, was hold me. I told him after a bit that the worst thing that came out of the horrid night is I got pregnant & several months later, I had an abortion...being raped by two different guys on the same night, I couldn't tell who the father was. I felt horrible about the abortion (and to this day I still do). Joe said that I shouldn't feel bad at all - I didn't want a nightmare attached to a baby....he said that he'd rather me keep the baby but he knew I couldn't. He said that if he & I had been in contact with each other at the time of the rape & him knowing that I got pregnant, he would've married me....and would've learned to love me.
Everyday that week, last week, Joe came by with the road crew...he'd stop by everyday whether it was for coffee, to talk or for me to make him a sandwich for lunch.
Last Thursday, a week ago today, when Joe stopped by, I went up to him & gave him a hug - it was usually the other way around. He kissed my cheek. He told me that he'd like to "make love" with me but if only I wanted to. I led him straight upstairs to my bedroom & spent a few hours there, making love....he stopped when I asked him to...him not pushing me when he wanted to.
On Sunday, he stopped by. Mom recognized him immediately. Joe explained that he'd wave to me during the week, knowing who I was immediately & we talked on his lunch breaks. He said that even though he & I didn't my parents permission to fly here to Limon to visit mutual friends but as a man of honor, he asked for their blessing that we, as friends, travel together. From one Italian to another, a blessing from the family is a HUGE thing. Mom said that we had her blessing, she called me downstairs. I acted surprised that Joe was here & acted surprised about the 10 day trip.
Joe asked me how fast it'd take me to pack, I said: "Watch me!". With the help of Joe, it took me only 45 minutes to pack...we were on a flight that night. We have another few days here in paradise...ending each night with Joe in my bed with me....with him either holding me, cracking jokes or making love.....sometimes all three.
When we leave here, it'll go back to normal. Joe & I will live separate lives.....keeping in occasional contact.
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