Being Felt Up By A Stranger Felt Good

During a camping trip I slipped and hurt my ankle. The father of my friend had to carry me. It was the first time I was in the clutches of a strange man. A 'man' touched my bottom when he picked me up.

Mow, many years later, I found myself in the situation of a man touching my privates. It happened at a restaurant after a reception, he bent me over and put his hand up my crotch from behind. Not wanted, but I had been felt up.

I told my roommate. She called her brother. He came over. Who was he? Why didn't I report him? Now I have a white knight in shinning armor. I had to play it down that I liked it.

By the next morning he had declared himself to me. Nothing prepared me for how pissed off it made him. I apologized, but obviously my apology was not what he wanted. I told him, sure I was groped, but sometimes a girl likes being groped, like I was. No boyfriend, I wanted the attention.

So now he has permission to grope me, whenever, wherever he wants to. I guess that makes him my boyfriend and I'm his girlfriend.

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