I took a couple of courses the summer of my freshman year. I met a guy there, he was 28 starting college after two tours in Vietnam. He was very quiet and didn't share very much. We got to be friends in class and I hooked up beside him after our morning class and asked him why he didn't pay attention to me. We walked to the student center cafeteria and I sat down with him to have lunch. I asked him if he had any of those girls while he was in Vietnam. He looked at me hard and asked if I thought that is why he was there. He then said he killed them he didn't fuck them.

He was a Corporal, very serious. I apologized, asked him if he had gotten a girl when he got back. He answered by asking me what I was offering. I got as serious as nineteen year old could be, I told him if he wanted a girl he could have me.

At the end of the six week session we were walking across campus to the parking lot. I wasn't wearing a bra and he asked me if it hurt to have my tits swing like that. I asked him if his dick hurt swinging like that. I stopped, turned in front of him, I asked him if he got his dick shot off. When he said no I asked him if he liked boys, if not why hadn't he fucked me.

I asked too much, back in my apartment I got fucked in the ass, no lube, just a hard dick digging into me, tearing into me, when he lost control he pulled his dick out. I bled for a week, finally I went to the campus clinic, the doc told me I was torn and could use a stitch, if I could tolerate it. I didn't answer and he told me I had been torn a new asshole, to take the stitch and stop fucking like that. He wasn't nice at all, he stitched me, he told me when it started itching real bad to come back. When I was dressed he grabbed my arm and told me he was serious, don't fuck like that again.

After that I didn't chase that guy. We saw each other off and on, but other than being polite I never dated him or had anything to do with him. When my first kid was born I tore pretty bad, took a couple of stitches. The pain wasn't as bad.