Hello my name is Arianna and i am 22 years old.
I am extremely sorry for my bad English, in several occasions i searched some words on the internet.
For obvious reasons i wont write any other name except mine.
I have to apologize because in the beginning i had no intention to write such a long text but as i kept on writing i realized that my story was kinda intriguing and decided to write my story in detail and as clear as i can remember it.
So …
In high school, there were 2 boys that were known among all the girls as «the first» and «the second». To this day it’s still on a debate who was the first and who was the second. Being best friends from the first year and two of the few boys that had bikes (only few students had) made them the two most popular boys in the school when they reached third year. Not to mention their looks, very similar to each other, same height, black hair, same body shape and both were in the school’s football team. Their group of friends consisted of several boys but the two of them were the main ones. They were a constant headache for the principal. Fights, cigarettes, badmouthing, mocking and imitate the teachers, breaking stuffs and even "rumors" of sexual acts with some girls in the toilets. Typical "bad" boys . They may have caused many troubles (there was one time when the principal punished our whole class for those two) but they were just kept on laughing about it, making our high school life a funny and a happy place. They were also voted to be members of the student’s "15 members" council. And being a member of that council made them organize our "5 day school trip". (By the way everyone in our country knows that this "5 day school trip" is nothing more than a "defloration" mostly for girls)
Near the end of the season i decide to make a move on the "first". Yes, i was virgin back then and i was in love with him because he seemed so cool. It was only natural back then for me wanting him to be my first. But there was a "little" problem that was holding back my plans. The "second" one. Or should I say, my twin brother. Because being the "5 minutes" older sister of your love interest’s best friend is not an easy thing.
Anyway, when I found the chance and asked him about his feelings towards me he told me that among the first things my brother told him were:
"Whatever you do, just … DON'T MESS WITH MY TWIN" Knowing my brother I already knew that he would feel that way. But almost every girl was in love with those two and most of them had already experienced a "complete" relationship. Except me of course. It felt so unfair.
At this point i have to say that besides the obvious disadvantage i had, i also had some advantages.
1) He came many times to our home and we talked sometimes (nothing special of course)
2) While i was riding on the back of my brother’s bike on our way for home he was usually joining us riding his bike next to ours and i hear their talks, every time there was a red light, thus learning more information about him.
3) There was also a time when we had to do a common exercise at home. Me, my bestie and those two. Obviously the boys didn’t do anything except on keeping us company and make us laugh with their jokes. But we had a pretty good time back then.
4) He also came twice at our home for a sleepover. That was like a dream becoming reality but sadly i couldn't find a chance to stay alone with him since the "second" one was always around.
Anyway, when i made the move, i expressed my feelings and told him i wanna try to have a secret relationship with him and see if it’s gonna work. He also admitted that he kept on suppressing his feeling towards me and right now (at that time) he is confused. So i kept on playing with him almost everyday with my eyes while we were on our bikes, staring at him, blinking an eye, giving him smiles etc. I even kissed him in the mouth one time when he was in our home. And the day came when he approached me by himself and told me he accepts my "offer". All of our dates were kms away from our typical spots for obvious reasons. The problem was that we couldn’t have sex, since neither i could go in his house, neither he could come to mine. So after almost 3 weeks of making out at some random parks of the city, the time for the "5 day school trip" came. The destination was a lovely 5 * grand hotel with a big pool. He purposely choose my room to be on the 2nd floor because he and my brother were on the same room on the 1st floor. At the second night the "second one" was "busy" with a girl so the "first" decided that this is our chance. He came to my room while my bestie, in order to help me, went on sleeping in another room that night. That was it, we were finally alone in the same room with a bed.
But, then something happened to me i cannot describe it. I started to cry for an unknown reason. I think i had stress. I just couldn’t do it. At that time i felt like i didn’t want to do it. There was something wrong with me? I ‘ll never know. He kept on trying to calm me down. Telling me not to worry that much about it and things like that. After almost an hour he continued on pushing me to have sex. He kept on kissing my body, touching me and trying to undress me. I told him to stop but he continued. I yelled at him:
- STOP IT !!
He said a very dissatisfying "ok", dressed up and exited the room without saying anything. The whole night i kept on crying and cursing myself about that. I couldn’t believe i missed such a chance. He didn’t spoke with me for the next 2 days/nights. There was only one night left and i said to myself:
- It has to be tonight.
I went to their room in the evening supposedly for taking a shower gel from my twin's bag and gave him (the "first" one) a secret message. (I didn’t wanna use messenger those 3 weeks to communicate with him because i was too afraid of getting caught). Well, he got the message and he came to my room at the exact time as i told him to. We didn’t said almost anything. He immediately started to kiss and undress me. Then we lied on the bed completely naked. Before doing the "main event" we ve done some "preliminary" things. But anyway, here we are. As he puts his condom and comes over me i … hesitated. My heart was beating very fast i couldn’t control it. I just hesitated and started to cry again. He tried to calm me down with his words but still. I couldn’t do it. I got up and was putting my clothes on, he tried to stop me from doing it, so i accidentally slapped his hands telling him to let me go. He got angry, threw my clothes away and pushed me onto the bed. I really thought he was going to rape me so i told him that i 'll scream if he forces me to it. He got up and started getting dressed. Then we began arguing for almost half an hour and the conversation went like this:
- What exactly do you want from me? Do you even know?
- I already told you, this doesn’t feel right.
- That was your idea, this fucking secret relationship. And all those fucking rendezvous. I never wanted to mess with you in the first place.
- Oh really, and why did you came here then?
- You ‘re just a shy little virgin who wanna act like a whore but it doesn't suit you. You know what? I ‘ve had enough. Not only i lost my "5 day school trip" without fucking a chick like i should do, i am still losing my time trying to beat some sense to a stupid virgin like yourself.
And he exited the room. I was so mad about those words he said to me but i was also mad about myself. I knew that it’s also my fault things went like that. When we came back from the "5 day school trip" nothing really changed. That argument was our unofficial separation. While we were on the the plane for our return, my brother asked me why do i look so depressed. And the "first" one heard him and said: "she probably had a good time till now and is too sad that it’s finally over" giving me a cocky smirk. I clearly perceived a bit of irony in his voice but i didn't respond.
Anyway after returning home we didn’t spoke to each other for the next 2 weeks. As we entered the "exam season", we had plenty of free time since we had to write only 1 exam test per day. I found a chance outside of the school under a tree and tried to have a talk with him believing he would still have feelings, while my twin was still writing the exam (he is always late) but … he had an unusual cocky attitude. He seemed so different, he told me that he already is fucking another chick (yeah that’s exactly what he told me) but even if he hadn’t, there was no way he would come back and play hide and seek like a 12 years old retard, with an amateur wannabe bitch (his exact words). He also kept on mocking my virginity. I ‘ve had enough and without thinking i suddenly raise my hand and tried to slap him in the face but he countered me, turned me backwards and gave me a hard slap on the ass which made me tear up from the pain and even fall down. He then yelled at me something like: "What are you going to do about it, bitch? Are you gonna call your brother? Do it, i also have something to say to him about his sneaky sister and her cunning plans" and then he left. Some students may have seen and heard us. Anyway i got up, crying and trying to hide my face from the public. I texted my brother telling him to go home without me because i didn’t want him to see me how messed up i was. I also told him i will go to my bestie’s home first to supposedly read for tomorrow’s exam test. While being there talking to my bestie about those events she came up with a crazy idea. In the beginning I didn’t want to do it but truth is i really wanted to exact revenge on him, somehow.
I am extremely sorry for my bad English, in several occasions i searched some words on the internet.
For obvious reasons i wont write any other name except mine.
I have to apologize because in the beginning i had no intention to write such a long text but as i kept on writing i realized that my story was kinda intriguing and decided to write my story in detail and as clear as i can remember it.
So …
In high school, there were 2 boys that were known among all the girls as «the first» and «the second». To this day it’s still on a debate who was the first and who was the second. Being best friends from the first year and two of the few boys that had bikes (only few students had) made them the two most popular boys in the school when they reached third year. Not to mention their looks, very similar to each other, same height, black hair, same body shape and both were in the school’s football team. Their group of friends consisted of several boys but the two of them were the main ones. They were a constant headache for the principal. Fights, cigarettes, badmouthing, mocking and imitate the teachers, breaking stuffs and even "rumors" of sexual acts with some girls in the toilets. Typical "bad" boys . They may have caused many troubles (there was one time when the principal punished our whole class for those two) but they were just kept on laughing about it, making our high school life a funny and a happy place. They were also voted to be members of the student’s "15 members" council. And being a member of that council made them organize our "5 day school trip". (By the way everyone in our country knows that this "5 day school trip" is nothing more than a "defloration" mostly for girls)
Near the end of the season i decide to make a move on the "first". Yes, i was virgin back then and i was in love with him because he seemed so cool. It was only natural back then for me wanting him to be my first. But there was a "little" problem that was holding back my plans. The "second" one. Or should I say, my twin brother. Because being the "5 minutes" older sister of your love interest’s best friend is not an easy thing.
Anyway, when I found the chance and asked him about his feelings towards me he told me that among the first things my brother told him were:
"Whatever you do, just … DON'T MESS WITH MY TWIN" Knowing my brother I already knew that he would feel that way. But almost every girl was in love with those two and most of them had already experienced a "complete" relationship. Except me of course. It felt so unfair.
At this point i have to say that besides the obvious disadvantage i had, i also had some advantages.
1) He came many times to our home and we talked sometimes (nothing special of course)
2) While i was riding on the back of my brother’s bike on our way for home he was usually joining us riding his bike next to ours and i hear their talks, every time there was a red light, thus learning more information about him.
3) There was also a time when we had to do a common exercise at home. Me, my bestie and those two. Obviously the boys didn’t do anything except on keeping us company and make us laugh with their jokes. But we had a pretty good time back then.
4) He also came twice at our home for a sleepover. That was like a dream becoming reality but sadly i couldn't find a chance to stay alone with him since the "second" one was always around.
Anyway, when i made the move, i expressed my feelings and told him i wanna try to have a secret relationship with him and see if it’s gonna work. He also admitted that he kept on suppressing his feeling towards me and right now (at that time) he is confused. So i kept on playing with him almost everyday with my eyes while we were on our bikes, staring at him, blinking an eye, giving him smiles etc. I even kissed him in the mouth one time when he was in our home. And the day came when he approached me by himself and told me he accepts my "offer". All of our dates were kms away from our typical spots for obvious reasons. The problem was that we couldn’t have sex, since neither i could go in his house, neither he could come to mine. So after almost 3 weeks of making out at some random parks of the city, the time for the "5 day school trip" came. The destination was a lovely 5 * grand hotel with a big pool. He purposely choose my room to be on the 2nd floor because he and my brother were on the same room on the 1st floor. At the second night the "second one" was "busy" with a girl so the "first" decided that this is our chance. He came to my room while my bestie, in order to help me, went on sleeping in another room that night. That was it, we were finally alone in the same room with a bed.
But, then something happened to me i cannot describe it. I started to cry for an unknown reason. I think i had stress. I just couldn’t do it. At that time i felt like i didn’t want to do it. There was something wrong with me? I ‘ll never know. He kept on trying to calm me down. Telling me not to worry that much about it and things like that. After almost an hour he continued on pushing me to have sex. He kept on kissing my body, touching me and trying to undress me. I told him to stop but he continued. I yelled at him:
- STOP IT !!
He said a very dissatisfying "ok", dressed up and exited the room without saying anything. The whole night i kept on crying and cursing myself about that. I couldn’t believe i missed such a chance. He didn’t spoke with me for the next 2 days/nights. There was only one night left and i said to myself:
- It has to be tonight.
I went to their room in the evening supposedly for taking a shower gel from my twin's bag and gave him (the "first" one) a secret message. (I didn’t wanna use messenger those 3 weeks to communicate with him because i was too afraid of getting caught). Well, he got the message and he came to my room at the exact time as i told him to. We didn’t said almost anything. He immediately started to kiss and undress me. Then we lied on the bed completely naked. Before doing the "main event" we ve done some "preliminary" things. But anyway, here we are. As he puts his condom and comes over me i … hesitated. My heart was beating very fast i couldn’t control it. I just hesitated and started to cry again. He tried to calm me down with his words but still. I couldn’t do it. I got up and was putting my clothes on, he tried to stop me from doing it, so i accidentally slapped his hands telling him to let me go. He got angry, threw my clothes away and pushed me onto the bed. I really thought he was going to rape me so i told him that i 'll scream if he forces me to it. He got up and started getting dressed. Then we began arguing for almost half an hour and the conversation went like this:
- What exactly do you want from me? Do you even know?
- I already told you, this doesn’t feel right.
- That was your idea, this fucking secret relationship. And all those fucking rendezvous. I never wanted to mess with you in the first place.
- Oh really, and why did you came here then?
- You ‘re just a shy little virgin who wanna act like a whore but it doesn't suit you. You know what? I ‘ve had enough. Not only i lost my "5 day school trip" without fucking a chick like i should do, i am still losing my time trying to beat some sense to a stupid virgin like yourself.
And he exited the room. I was so mad about those words he said to me but i was also mad about myself. I knew that it’s also my fault things went like that. When we came back from the "5 day school trip" nothing really changed. That argument was our unofficial separation. While we were on the the plane for our return, my brother asked me why do i look so depressed. And the "first" one heard him and said: "she probably had a good time till now and is too sad that it’s finally over" giving me a cocky smirk. I clearly perceived a bit of irony in his voice but i didn't respond.
Anyway after returning home we didn’t spoke to each other for the next 2 weeks. As we entered the "exam season", we had plenty of free time since we had to write only 1 exam test per day. I found a chance outside of the school under a tree and tried to have a talk with him believing he would still have feelings, while my twin was still writing the exam (he is always late) but … he had an unusual cocky attitude. He seemed so different, he told me that he already is fucking another chick (yeah that’s exactly what he told me) but even if he hadn’t, there was no way he would come back and play hide and seek like a 12 years old retard, with an amateur wannabe bitch (his exact words). He also kept on mocking my virginity. I ‘ve had enough and without thinking i suddenly raise my hand and tried to slap him in the face but he countered me, turned me backwards and gave me a hard slap on the ass which made me tear up from the pain and even fall down. He then yelled at me something like: "What are you going to do about it, bitch? Are you gonna call your brother? Do it, i also have something to say to him about his sneaky sister and her cunning plans" and then he left. Some students may have seen and heard us. Anyway i got up, crying and trying to hide my face from the public. I texted my brother telling him to go home without me because i didn’t want him to see me how messed up i was. I also told him i will go to my bestie’s home first to supposedly read for tomorrow’s exam test. While being there talking to my bestie about those events she came up with a crazy idea. In the beginning I didn’t want to do it but truth is i really wanted to exact revenge on him, somehow.