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Originally Posted by Detoxing
I was one layer of clothing away from being lucky enough to be a teenager that was sexually abused by his guidance counselor.
A little Christian, 5'-5", 120lb ginger girl that at 23 y/o, was still a virgin. Imagine a cuter, more petite Molly Ringwald. She would take me to bible camp and so forth.
She invited me to her house multiple times. One night she was on top of me....then cuddling....then grinding on my 16 y/o cock. (I was in a group home at the time and she worked there. She would seek special permission to "check me out" of the building with the the head counselor)
Unfortunately for me, she would call me the very next day telling me that she can never see me again. Said she can't trust herself around me blah blah blah. I'm guessing she rubbed one out and felt guilty about me.
I would only see her once more after that, and in a public, professional setting. She ended up marrying some Christian bible thumper months later.
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Looking back on this, it's quite the odd dynamic.
You gotta remember, i was a homeless teenager at the time who had recently ran away from my father and was institutionalized since my grandparents didn't want anything to do with that headache.
She was, effectively, my therapist and case worker.
She, like a lot of the counselors there, took a real special interest in me. I had a lot a of special privs and perks the other kids in the group home just didn't have.
When i ran away at 15, i was already an AP Honor student in English and Math. I'm not saying i was some super bright kid or anything, but it's not exactly like group homes are full of the best and brightest kids, so i kinda stood out amongst my peers.
So i was often looked at as, "the kid that was gonna make it". They treated me different and kinda used me as an example both against my peers, and with eventual donors for the program. I was kinda touted as the "smart kid who's gonna have success".
So when she told the head counselor that she was going to personally check me out at say, 8pm, and then have me back by 10pm, no one cared. However, no other kid was allowed to leave the building past 5pm. Again, i really, really did receive preferential treatment. And at the time she was doing that with me, she wasn't even working there anymore.
The ****ed up thing is though, i had NO intentions of ****ing her. NONE. Didn't even cross my mind. She really was like an older sister to me. A positive, female influence in my life, for a homeless kid that grew up with no female figures like that. No mother. Nothing like that.
So when she called me to tell me that she can't see me again, i was heartbroken. Not because i didn't ****, but because she really meant something to me and was NEVER a sexual object to me until that night that SHE instigated.
It went from a great, sister like relationship that i really, really did need, to her on top of me grinding on me, to her completely removing herself from my life the very next day.
Kinda ****ed up situation if you really think about it. It still bums me out.