I Skipped That Day in Sunday School

Submitted by Stacey:

Hugo was a singer in my church choir.  He had a great voice and he seemed like a nice guy, so I introduced myself and got to know him.  We both had similar aspirations and enjoyed the same sorts of things.  More than that, I felt comfortable with him, and he came across as trustworthy and honest.

I usually wait a little while to become physical with someone, not because of religious considerations, but more because I want to feel as though I'm more than just a hook up.  I've done the hooking up thing before, and I invariably felt gross afterward.  Hugo understood and didn't even mention anything physical until one night.

We had split a bottle of wine, put on a movie, and he gave me such a sweet look that I couldn't help but kiss him.  It felt like a roller coaster free-fall, but I really enjoyed myself.

We didn't go very far that first time, and he was polite and respectful.  The second time, we went a bit further, and the third time, further still.

After we had been seeing each other for a little while, he asked me if I wanted to have sex with him.  Even though I was expecting the question, it still winded me a little.  I told him that I needed some time to think about it.  He told me that he wanted me to be comfortable and to take all the time that I needed.

One night, after we had spent a nice time together, we went back to his place, made out, and removed clothing.  I told myself that I could always tell him to stop if I felt that it went too far, and that he would be understanding enough to respect what I wanted.

We were naked in his bed, curled around each other, and he asked me to flip over on my stomach.  I did.  He moved away from me and reached into his bedside table.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

He replied, "Nothing bad.  I promise."

The next sensation I had, it felt like he was spreading something on my rear.  I couldn't tell what it was.  Then, he exhaled and I felt a weird scratchy thing.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, this time more insistent. 

When he didn't answer, I flipped over and sent a white, powdery substance scattering.  His nose had some on it.  The first thing I thought of, stupidly, was powdered sugar.  The second thing I thought of was cocaine.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at him.

He made as if to say something, but looked at me as if he had never looked at me before.  It was one of the most frightening moments of my life.  I went on, "You're snorting cocaine?  Off my ass?"

He wiped his nose and stammered, "I... it... it's something people... it's just to relax.  I was going to give you some, too!"

I jumped out of bed, pulled my pants on, and left the house even without fully putting on my shirt.  I flew down the sidewalk, called a friend on my cell, and had her pick me up.  I must have taken twenty showers over the following two days.

In the following days, weeks, and months, Hugo still came to church, but sporadically, and he never once made eye contact with me.


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He's moved on.  You should, too.