okay, i feel a need to put this out there...my story.
when i was 13 i was at a boy's house. he was just a friend of mine, we weren't 'dating' (if it can even be called dating at 13) anyway, point is, he was not my boyfriend; more like a casual acquaintance. i know he was older than me, though now i can't remember by how much...a year or two probably. we were on his bed in his room, kissin, making out, u know. i don't really know how it happened, but next thing i know he's undressing me...and i find myself on my back with him between my legs...i cannot recall if i ever 'technically' said no...tho i do remember telling him it hurt (i was a virgin) and trying to sort of, scoot away from him; out from under him. i don't know at what point i started crying, whether it was during or after, but i do remember when he was done, he asked me point blank "did i rape you?" i can't remember what i said, i think i said no...i was scared he might not take me home, i think.
it really bothers me that i cannot remember if i said no, or "stop" somewhere in this event. but i find it interesting that he asked me if he raped me. there must be some reason why he asked that, right? idk, what do you all think? is this rape even tho it wasn't violent? the more i think about it, the more i feel like i did tell him to stop; i just can't remember clearly, and it's eatin me up inside.