This happened a few years ago - 1970's to be more exact and I was thin, had a large bust, and loved sex.
During my freshman year at a Midwestern, church sponsored college, my boyfriend was Ralphie. He belonged to one of the local fraternities and they had a party house off campus.
Ralphie and I had sex whenever and where ever we could, so this is not a first-time sex experience. This story is about one of the frat parties where I was technically raped. Ralphie and I were both drinking heavily. I was on the pill and having completed my monthly dosage, was expecting my period to begin the next day.
It was a basic frat drinking party with no specific theme. I wore my nicest jeans and a long sleeve Jersey pullover shirt. While Ralphie and I were very sexually active, we had always found a private place to do it. We had used his bedroom at the frat house numerous times with the door closed and locked. We had done it a few times in his car and even once or twice on a blanket behind the side hedge.
Tonight was different.
After our first beer, and I think someone spiked the punch with something potent, Ralphie seemed to be following the example of the other couples in the common room who were going at it hot and heavy. There seemed to be no regard for the single guys who were there. They just drank, played cards, watched a movie, or watched us couples go at it.
Ralphie tried to put his hand up my shirt and I said, "No. We can't do that here. Someone will see us. Let's go up to your room."
"We can't tonight. My roommate has it reserved."
Another beer and he is rubbing my arm and kissing me behind the ear (and of course my lips).
Another beer and I am feeling a bit fuzzy. I think: What the heck. The lights are low and everyone else is playing around and having fun. I say, "Ok, but just a little."