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"I'll try." I said with a nervous laugh. He was really squeezing me tight and sort of pulling me back into him. Then I felt his erection. Through his jeans and the back of my khakis I felt his member growing hard as my butt pressed against it. Scott leaned forward and lightly smelled the nape of my neck.
"You smell really nice Beth."
"Thanks Scott, can you let go of me now?" I asked with a sort of whimper. I was really getting scared and freaking out about the way Scott was acting. I didn't know what to think.
"You're leaving soon Beth, this might be my last chance to tell you how I feel."
"And how is that?" I asked while sliding my hands down to his to try and release them.
"I think you know how I feel." he said as he pressed me into the counter. I pushed back trying to get him to let me go, but it didn't help. He was strong, and I couldn't leverage myself out from between him and the counter. His left hand released my hip but before I could think to escape I felt him grab my ponytail and yank my head back.
"Ouch!" I yelled. "What the fuck are you doing Scott?" I screamed more than asked.
"What I've wanted to do all summer Beth." He said now with his face right next to my ear. He pressed his crotch tight behind me and with his right hand slowly and firmly ran it down my chin, neck throat and to my chest. I tried to scream but he was pulling my head back so hard I couldn't yell very loud. He groped my breasts each in turn, pinching the nipples and making them hard under my "Staff" button down shirt.
"Please Scott, don't do this?" I asked.
Without warning he pulled my head back then shoved me forward into the counter bending me over it. His left hand was now pinning me to the table. He ground his engorged cock into my ass and pulled my hips towards him with his right hand. Grabbing my pony tale again he pulled me back to standing and began to unbutton my shirt. I felt the cool air from the ceiling vents hitting skin on my chest as he undid each button in turn. When it was unbuttoned as far as it could be he let it hang from the waistband of my pants. His free hand was on the red lace cup of my bra grabbing my little tit and squeezing hard. I winced and tried to free myself, but couldn't. He then grabbed my bra and yanked it hard, pressing my breasts into my chest until the bra snapped. His hand started to pinch my nipples and twist my breasts. It was rough and angry, but stimulating on a merely physical level, my nipples became hard and sensitive.
"I knew you wanted this". He hissed in my ear right before he licked the side of my neck up to my ear.
"Scott, don't hurt me." I pleaded.
Without a word, he spun me around, grabbed my throat just hard enough to keep me from screaming, and took my nipple into his mouth. His lips pursed around my little bud and his teeth scrapped over it and he ravenously sucked on my abused tit. As much as it hurt, the warmth of his breath on that sensitive skin felt arousing in a small way.
His free hand went to my belt and undid it, followed by my button and zipped on my pants. To this moment I still don't know why, but I moaned in a way that conveyed more pleasure than fear. He was taken back by this, and looked at me. I was wet. I can't believe it, but I was wet. He was going to fuck me anyway, maybe this was a subconscious defense against being raped, but I was really wet, and I figured if I am getting fucked I might as well enjoy it. His grip on my throat loosened just a little, and I smiled at him.
"What the fuck?" he asked.