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Personal Narrative-It's First Time

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I knocked three times. “Qadir! It’s me!” I whisper-shouted just loudly enough to be heard from the other side of the door but not enough to be caught by a hall monitor. He let me in shamelessly, and I quickly scuttled across the doorway to flop myself on his queen bed —the one farther from the window, closer to the bathroom. In the other bed, Qadir’s younger brother and his friend lay with composure in an attempt to fall asleep to be refreshed for the day ahead of them. “Scooch your big ass over!” I moved left to leave room on the right for Qadir. And then there I was, in bed with a boy for the first time in my life. I never took the time to imagine what this day would be like, but I certainly didn’t expect it to be in a hotel room …show more content…

The episode was so sudden, and I hadn’t processed everything yet. I squirmed anxiously, carefully at first, and then wildly like a fish out of water. “Sharjeel, please get off of me.” “This is just how I sleep, chill.” I felt the hand from his arm around me move upwards. Seconds later, it relaxed on my chest. I tensed up and wished I was a turtle that could hide under a shell. “I know you like it.” The more I fidgeted, the tighter his grasp became. “Sharjeel, what the fuck are you on?” At this point, I felt his boner against my backside; when I used my free arm to push his body away, I accidentally touched it. I hated myself in that moment. I felt helplessly submissive. Up until then, I tried speaking softly in hopes that the circumstances would cool off quickly. But the new volume of my voice alerted Qadir. “What is he doing to you?” he asked sincerely. I pointed at Sharjeel’s hand cupping my chest, a look of innocence on my face. “Uh-uh. No. Absolutely not.” Qadir then stood up next to his side of the bed, took my arms, and pulled them until I was free of Sharjeel’s clutch. I scrambled to move away. “He won’t bother you again as long as I’m

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