It started this past February when he(fellow student) decided to starting texting me out of the blue. I didn't see some of the signs at the beginning. We would just be making out and he would ask me when we would have sex and I would say I am not comfortable with doing it. He would get annoyed sometimes and say well I don't understand why you aren't comfortable around me I won't judge your body. I just didn't want to have sex I felt like it wasn't the right time for me. He would keep asking and then one day I told him fine before the end of May because it was months away and I could always push it back. I also said I wanted to be on birth control and he said his pull out game was too strong ( even though he had never had sex either) so I said I am not doing it without being on it. He got annoyed at that too saying well how are you going to get it and it really isn't needed. But I didn't want to have sex at all. Then he asked for a handjob and I said I really don't want to, I had never done it and he said well we can try and you can see if you like it, I did not like it at all and then he pressured me into doing a blowjob because we were a couple. It felt like it was always him wanting me to do things even if I didn't want to do them. He even pulled my shirt up to see my boobs and I yelled at him and then later he asked why I didn't want him to see them and I said I didn't like how they look and didn't feel comfortable showing. He proceed to tell me he has already seen them so what is the difference now, I gave in I'm sorry. Towards end of March we would be sitting on his couch and he would make very unwanted moves on me. It felt like we couldn't even watch TV without him wanting to do something sexual. I can't count the amount of times he has tried physically putting his hands done my pants and me taking them out and then proceeds to pretend he wants consent by saying can I please just once. Like you already did multiple times when I didn't want it. Then he would grab my hands and put them down his pants, I would try to take them out, but he kept putting them in and it felt like a endless cycle. There is more things/details, but I don't want to make this longer then it already is. I feel like I would have gotten raped if it wasn't for quarantine. It allowed me to get away from him safely. I feel like I can't tell my parents because my dad would kill him literally. Thank you for reading I have been needing to get this out. ❤️
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im sorry that happend