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Okay, I need some honest opinions here because I’m still kind of buzzing from it, and I can’t tell if I went too far.
Last night, I (18F) was finishing up a study hangout with my friend (who we'll call Jamie) (19M) in his room. We've been close friends for a few years now, and he's always been someone I could rely on and confide in, so I always enjoy study-hanging there for the company. Our finals are next week, so I was pretty stressed and on edge throughout the entire evening.
It was really late, and I was falling asleep on his desk, so I announced my departure to Jamie, who got off his bed to give me a hug.
We embraced, as usual, his arms wrapping around my waist and mine around his neck, but something was different. I'm a decent bit shorter than he is, and I felt something solid against my stomach. For a moment, I prayed that it was his phone, or a remote, or literally anything else that he might've left in his front hoodie pocket. But it started throbbing. And getting bigger.
He was fucking hard.
Really fucking hard.
I froze. Nothing ever sexual or romantic had ever happened between us, nor have I ever given any indication that this is something I would want. I'd literally cried in his room for hours when my ex-boyfriend broke up with me, and constantly talked about all the guys I liked! In what universe did he think this was going to be okay?
I panicked for a moment, but remembered that guys get unwanted boners all the time. Maybe this was just biology, and an unfortunate occurrence at the wrong time.
That was until he basically groped me. His hand drifted down from my waist, caressing the gentle curve of my hips, until it reached my ass. I was horrified.
While processing the moment, I gradually tilted my head up, a mix of anger and disgust on my face, as his gaze met mine.
That son of a bitch was grinning!
Soooo, I drew my leg back and rocketed my kneecap right into his fucking testicles!
I know what you're thinking, I could've shoved him away and left, or slapped him across the face. Guys always complain about how much getting kicked in the balls hurts, and how girls should only do it when they're in danger. But I was fucking hurt! This bastard just risked three years of friendship for the chance of satisfying some sexual fantasy he must've been having for a while. Ugh, if he felt horny enough to touch me physically, I shudder to imagine what he'd been keeping to himself.
And, besides, crushing his nuts was soooo intoxicating! The way they compressed against my knee, how the soft and vulnerable flesh of his testes deformed under the pressure, and the thought that I had just squished his most precious organs because I felt like it.
He instantly took his hand off my ass, while his groan violently echoed into the air of his bedroom as I let my knee linger there and grind against his balls for a little longer. One testicle had literally flattened under the force of my knee, yet he was completely frozen to react.
I let my knee drop from his ruined organs and shoved him away from me. As if he was shaken awake from a nightmare, he finally unfroze to clutch his groin while falling backwards. He hit the floor with a thud and curled up, burying his head in his chest as if he were ashamed.
"Jamie," I said while glaring at his pathetic self on the floor. "If you ever try anything like that again, I will stomp your testicles into the ground. Do you understand?"
He groaned something that sounded like a yes, but I didn't stay any longer to confirm. I grabbed my bag and left his house, walking away with an angry fire in my heart I hadn't felt in years.
But I also felt kind of... thrilled. I'd never done that to a guy before, and certainly not someone I knew so well. I feel like a creep for enjoying it so much, but, deep down, I hope this isn't the last time I get the chance to crush his balls.
So, am I the asshole? Be honest, please, otherwise... who knows... I might do it again.