I was writing my story just now and the MC gets wet (nudge nudge wink wink) for the first time and I just started thinking about the first time I got wet. To be honest I completely freaked. I was like "OMG. What the hell is this?" I was 14 and had never been turned on before in my life. By the way, this is also how I figured out what my fetish is.
I still remember I was in freshmen history class. I was assigned a seat at a table full of boys, who by this time I was good friends with thanks to many other classes in common. There was a boy I liked and we used to openly flirt with each other, even in front of the class. So one day we are talking about why I do not wear dresses and what not when suddenly he reaches his large hand (because he was like 5'6" , 5'7" and had these humongous hands, quite appropriately sized for his stature) between my thighs and just pulled one leg towards him. I mean with so much force that my body literally shifted into his direction. I was beyond shocked.
No one at the table, let alone the class, knew what happened [his hand was under the table obviously] but this boy (my obvious stalker who I later needed guarding against) noticed and asked me what was wrong. I smiled, blushed fire truck red, and said nothing was wrong. Few seconds later he did it again, this time I only turned a little. He continued to do that every time I stole my leg back. At some point I decided to go to the bathroom so he could leave me alone (not that I actually wanted him to). On my way to the bathroom though I noticed I was slimy in my nether regions.
I almost ran to the bathroom freaking out. I did not know what it was but I cleaned my self off. It was not until later that night in my bed when I was thinking every thing over that I realized I was wet and had gotten wet at school earlier. That was when I realized I like when a guy is rough with me.
And boy was this he rough with me. I'm not too sure how many bruises he gave me in a matter of six months but it was definitely enough for two years.
I still remember I was in freshmen history class. I was assigned a seat at a table full of boys, who by this time I was good friends with thanks to many other classes in common. There was a boy I liked and we used to openly flirt with each other, even in front of the class. So one day we are talking about why I do not wear dresses and what not when suddenly he reaches his large hand (because he was like 5'6" , 5'7" and had these humongous hands, quite appropriately sized for his stature) between my thighs and just pulled one leg towards him. I mean with so much force that my body literally shifted into his direction. I was beyond shocked.
No one at the table, let alone the class, knew what happened [his hand was under the table obviously] but this boy (my obvious stalker who I later needed guarding against) noticed and asked me what was wrong. I smiled, blushed fire truck red, and said nothing was wrong. Few seconds later he did it again, this time I only turned a little. He continued to do that every time I stole my leg back. At some point I decided to go to the bathroom so he could leave me alone (not that I actually wanted him to). On my way to the bathroom though I noticed I was slimy in my nether regions.
I almost ran to the bathroom freaking out. I did not know what it was but I cleaned my self off. It was not until later that night in my bed when I was thinking every thing over that I realized I was wet and had gotten wet at school earlier. That was when I realized I like when a guy is rough with me.
And boy was this he rough with me. I'm not too sure how many bruises he gave me in a matter of six months but it was definitely enough for two years.
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