He Could Have Caught Me
I’m a 14-year-old girl, but I’m often mistaken for 18 because of my shape. One time, I was at the YMCA with my sisters. We were swimming for a while and then I started to feel sick. My younger sister said, “You don’t look good, maybe you should sit in the changing room for a while”. I agreed. I went into the changing room for some peace and quiet, and luckily no one else was there.
I sat on one of the benches and closed my eyes. A few moments later, I heard someone come in. It was a guy who was tall, muscular, and genuinely good looking. I brushed it off thinking he was probably waiting on his girlfriend and came in to check on her or something. That is until he approached me and sat right next to me, so close our thighs were touching.
I was really surprised. I scooted over and gave him that “What do you think you’re doing?” look. He smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry girl, I’m not gonna hurt you”. He proceeded to put his hand on my back. I stood up and slowly backed away. I was scared to run because he seemed athletic, so he probably could’ve caught me.
He asked me “How old are you baby?” in a sickeningly sweet tone. I say 14 and he nonchalantly says “Cool”. So I asked how old he was, and he said “23”. He then stood up and started walking over to me. I backed away from him. This was the turning point. That was the moment when I heard a bathroom stall open and there, standing in all her glory, was the lady who I’ll call my hero.
She stepped out and I know she heard everything. That dude hightailed it outta there. The lady was nice and stayed with me for a while. Her name was Stacy. Thank you Stacy!