How Andrew Sprained His Ankle At Grandma's House

So I was sixteen and I had a thing for this boy who was nineteen. He was a college freshman, but I knew him from growing up. One day my grandma asked me to go to her house to water her inside plants. Another reason for me to run an errand now that I had my driver's license. She worked at the mall.

So I asked Andrew if he would go with me. I had very strict rules about not allowing anyone in the car with me at that time. We went, and after watering the plants, Andrew decided it was as good a time as any to get a hand on my tits. He grabbed me from behind, both tits in his hands. I fought and fought but to no avail. He did not release me, rather I kept having to bend down and down until I was at ninety degree angle and he was humping up my backside. I did ask him what he was doing, but he did not reply.

I felt his ding a ling really hard going against me, and out of instinct or something like it I pulled my pants down. His instinct got the better of him and his hard ding a ling was up and down my now naked butt. Well that wasn't enough, was it? I reached around and took his ding a ling and put it right up against my vagina hole and 'whoosh' it was in like a dream.

But it was uncomfortable and he had let go of my tits, so I got away and layed back on the couch and he came over with his ding a ling and my legs opened, like the cave opened for Sesame. His ding a ling went to work and a few minutes later he was going on and on and on about 'how sweet it is', when I looked up over his shoulder and Grandma was there.

I got the strength of thousands and was able to toss him off, Andrew fell off the couch, got his foot caught on a stack of book and twisted his ankle real bad. I got my pants back on and brushed my hair and Andrew was on the floor with his pants around his ankles screaming up at me to help him. Grandma nodded her head and I helped back up onto the couch, to pull his pants up, his ding a ling no longer menacing at me.

Grandma drove us to the doctors, and the doctor told him he had a sprain, and to stay off his foot for a while, keep it elevated, take and aspirin and call him in the morning. Grandma drove Andrew home, and I helped him get inside on his crutches for his mother to help him sit down.

Grandma told me straight out 'you hurt that poor boy acting the way you did, you know full well he is in track at school and now he is going to have to sit out. It will be a miracle of miracles if that boy ever speaks to you again'.

That was it, not another word. We went back, she checked the plants and sent me home.