I found Lupe on OKCupid. She was a petite 22-year-old Mexican-American girl. She had a tight body, with big breasts and a plump ass. Her face was pretty, but nothing to brag about. She had nice teeth, long hair, and was well-dressed. Very feminine.
After a few emails, we agreed to meet at a coffee shop downtown. I added her on Facebook and we spoke on the phone before the first date. She was friendly and fun to talk to; we got along very well. I asked her about relationships and dating. She got visibly aroused while speaking about sex. I touched her heavily and she touched back. Her hands were all over my arms and chest. Solid chemistry. I let the date stretch out for 90 minutes total. After that, we hugged and went our separate ways.
Lupe agreed to a second date via text and came over a few days later. We watched a movie on my couch. I kissed her about halfway through. I escalated and got her top off. Then, her bra. She let me suck her nipples. We dry humped like teenagers, but her jeans stayed on. I stayed clothed. I touched her vagina and she briefly put her hands down my pants. Then her anti-slut defense kicked in. The movie ended and I sent her on her way.
I was annoyed with her, but wanted to try again. She agreed to another date but was slow responding to my texts. I got suspicious. I figured she was cheating on her boyfriend. With me. I was Sancho. The other man. I was cool with that.
Lupe came over to my house for our third date. Another movie night. We lounged on the couch in my living room. Again, I escalated hard. The foreplay went well. She was into it, at first. Her clothes came off with zero protest. I stripped down. Both of us buck naked now. She was on her back with her legs spread. I was on top of her, kissing her, and penetrating her vagina with my fingers. Holding myself up off her with the other arm. Fingering her while we made out. No resistance. I decided against performing oral. It was time to fuck her. I put my cock right up against her bare pussy.
“No.” she said.
A hard no. With an edge in her voice.
“I’ll get a condom.” I said.
“No.” she said, again. She meant it.
I stopped, rolled off her, and sat up. I wasn’t expecting that. I’d never gotten that close and been denied. I tried again. I stood up in front of her, still naked. Pulled her up by her wrist so she was sitting in front of me. Eye level with my crotch. Maybe she’d warm up by sucking my cock.
“No!” she said.
Bad thoughts formed in my mind.
Fuck this dumb little bitch. Do it. Just fuck her anyway. She can’t stop you.
Her pheromones were clouding the room. Every cell in my body screamed at me to penetrate her. It took massive willpower to stop myself. It would’ve been so easy to pin her down and violate her. She was small and physically weak. She was totally naked. And her pussy was already dripping wet.
Fuck. I couldn’t rape her. It’s wrong. No Means No. The Patriarchy. Rape Culture. Whatever. Plus, my mom would be pissed if she found out.
I turned around and walked into the kitchen. Lupe stayed in the living room. I took my time checking my cell phone. She didn’t follow me. After a while, I walked back to her. Her clothes were on; she was watching the end of the movie. I dressed. I’d gotten my lust under control. We made out a little more, but it was awkward now. She wasn’t into it. So, she went home. And that was that. I decided to cut my losses. I deleted her number. She un-friended me off Facebook. I never heard from her again.