At first, Canada wasn't that friendly [M/F]+[F] [aggression sex](part 1) | 2016

I have had several other work related trips to Canada following this one. My first time there was very memorable and most everyone I met was warm and welcoming, except for one girl.

I won an acting competition by performing as a character in a Neil Simon play. I was part of a small community theater troupe in Germany with the US-Military and we had our own competition, which a the time I didn't really notice what was at stake but apparently the winners get to represent the MWR (Morale, Welfare, and recreation) at an international theater festival held in a small Nova-Scotia town. Anyways, I was active duty military at the time and thoroughly enjoyed the fact that I had received time off with pay to attend this Festial/Competition. It was mid summer and very nice outside, the town had a New England fishing village look to it, and everyone I met was very welcoming, especially when they found out that I was a GI. I tend to look the part, age 24 at 6 feet tall, blonde wavy hair cut to milspec and I am built more like a mechanic and not so much like a body builder. I never realized it before but I do tend to carry myself with more confidence than what is really there, and my drunken swagger almost becomes a march in order for me to keep my balance.

After many nights of enjoying acting workshops, practice, lots of Strongbow, gin, and etc. I started to see the same people. Most of them were from other places as well all there to attend the festival, but I did manage to notice one girl, always staring at me. I recognized her from the light room and she is the one that took our post production notes. She was part of the local tech crew. She started at me and was holding her mouth shut tight. I saw her nearly everywhere I went. After a while, I was making sure that she noticed me seeing her, I would nod, raise a glass, smile, and wave. She never returned it and her friend would lean in and whisper to her in what seemed to be a plead to make her stop but she never stopped glaring. I thought it was a shame, she was so cute.

After the last performance and the award ceremony, we had about 2 days left there. Everyone started drinking at the closing ceremony and it didn't stop once they kicked everyone out. I was walking around holding a bottle of Riesling, that I brought with me from home, I managed to sloppily pour it into a few glasses but the rest of the bottle, and it's brothers back at the place I was staying, were all mine. I stumbled into a small pub and sat down next to the group representing a small community theater in Ireland. We sang songs, well they sang song, and I tried to keep up and just yelled randomly rounded vowels that were near to the same effect as their singing.

There she was again, this time alone. Staring at me, gritting her teeth. I stood up, bottle in hand and started to walk her direction, I could swear I saw a red flash in her eyes when she stood up and clenched her fist. It was obvious I was meandering my way over to her direction my eyes watching her, she seemed to want to meet me halfway. She stomped, I remember this because I remember the floor vibrating as she got closer and she walked right up to me and pointed in my face. I stood up straight, I wasn't sure why at the time, but I realized later it was an automatic reaction to any strong willed statement or movement to me. She pointed right between my eyes as I looked down at her with my heels locked together and bottle held to my left side. "You are such an asshole" my immediate response was "what di..." Her voice sliced my drunken wavering sentence "it is your fault" all your fault you fucker" She reached back and was about to slap my right cheek. I grabbed her wrist just before she made contact and looked down at her again. She was anger incarnate, her plump lips were trembling, her teeth were showing, but her eyes were crying. I didn't notice before because I was never this close but she really was very pretty. She had light brown highlights in her wavy hair, her lips were the kind a guy just wants to suck on for hours and her eyes had just a faint hint of brown peeking out of the darkness. Her neckline was low and I can understand why. She had very detailed curves from her bra pushing up and she wanted to show off her shape. Her collar bone was very detailed too. For some reason I remember that vividly.

I didn't realize it, but I was staring at her this whole time, I actually managed to slip my hand behind her back and lean her back while i gripped her wrist to get a better look. I could see her hipbones over the top of her jeans and her shirt didn't quite cover her torso. I know i was grinning like an idiot because she started to lash at me again. This time her other elbow. I just grabbed it and rolled it around spinning her facing away from me. I grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. "What is your fucking problem, everyone else here is having a good time" i hissed into her ear. I didn't realize it until i felt her hands move against me but her palms were right against the crotch of my pants and her shoulders against my ribs.

She struggled but I would not let her go. She began to yell "get this fucking killer away from me" 'he said he was going to rape me!" I pushed her away and just pleaded. "Tell me what your problem is!!" She yelled, all of her words stabbing and telling me how the military broke up her family and wouldn't let them visit her in Canada. How they were treated like substandard citizens, and how her cousin died in some rebellion or conflict from some bombing campaign. I tried to talk to her, I tried to yell words into her sentences. Places I haven't been, missions I haven't heard of. She kept going, I tried to tell her all the humanitarian missions i was involved in and what i do for a living which is far from hold a gun. She kept going, she changed languages. ...louder and louder, I slapped her. I wasn't sure why at the time, but to be honest I just wanted the screeching to stop.

By now, everyone was watching us, I apparently took her stance now. Both of us quiet glaring at each other and our fists clenched. She stepped forward and I did to, everyone was about to interject then i kissed her. I don't really know why. My heart was racing, my vision was blurred and my skin was hot and all I wanted to do was finally feel those lips. I kissed her, not like a sweet, oh i love you kiss, but my teeth were gnawing at her bottom lip, my tongue was forcing as far as i could down her throat, and her teeth were trying to bite off my tongue. I remember how fast her breath was against my face, I remember gripping her ass in her low cut jeans, I remember her thighs around my waist as we continued to kiss. Every time we pulled away from each other there was more yelling. ASS! BITCH!! FUCKER!! DIE WHORE!! then silence and mumbling. We forgot we were there in the middle of the pub as i was holding her up she almost took her shirt off. She might have if I hadn't had to lean back and end yet another kiss to give her the room.

Reality came crashing back, she grabbed my hand and led me out the door. Squeezing my wrist hard, when she did that i would grab her neck and squeeze, but for some reason, it just made us both want it more. I slapped her face when she bent my fingers back and she took off running after punching me in the gut. I ran after her.

I am at work.. I will continue this when i get home. Sorry,