Where it happened: Dormitory Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It wasn’t rape, but it was a bad decision on my part. I should have waited. It was in October during my freshman year in college. I’d only had a few innocent dates in high school, nothing more than some light making out, so being around guys without parents close by was a new experience for me. I wasn’t much of a drinker either, so it didn’t take much to get me drunk. Late that night I was sitting on a couch in the TV lounge next to a guy who had his eyes on me throughout the impromptu party. We started talking, and as we were chatting our eyes kept going over to a couple sitting on the floor in the corner of the lounge making out like crazy. I was a little embarrassed and giggled about it, but then soon the guy pulled me to him and started kissing me. I was buzzed and it felt good, so I didn’t resist. The smooching turned into some serious French kissing, and he tried moving his hands to my breasts but I kept pushing them away, protesting that I didn’t want to get that started in public. He suggested we go to his room upstairs where nobody could see us making out, and I unwisely agreed to it. I thought a little more making out in a discreet location was all that was going to happen, and had I realized it was going to end up with him doing me I would never have gone. Once we got in his room and locked the door, we picked up where we left off, with more heavy kissing. At first we were sitting up on his bed, then we ended up laying down on his single dorm room bed. I didn’t think much of it. To make a long story short, I ended up nude from the waist down and he did me missionary style on the bed. It really was pretty awful. By the time it reached that point the apprehension kicked in, but he’d already penetrated me. He was laying full on top of me, and what started out as an admittedly enjoyable experience. He still had his shirt on, and it stunk of stale cigarette smoke. He was breathing hard, and the smell of hard liquor combined with the tobacco smell was starting to turn my stomach. The only thing good I can say about the whole experience was it didn’t last long. He finished inside me, then rolled off me. He put his bottoms on pretty quickly, and I never even got to see the penis that took my virginity. I laid there and cried, and used my hands to cover my private parts. I felt dirty. Disgusted. Ashamed. Mad at myself. I sat up and looked for my capris, panties, shoes and socks. Though I struggled, I managed to get into them and leave his room. I staggered back to my dorm room, gathered my wits, and went to the bathroom to pee and to shower. His semen was still running out of me, so I started to worry that I might end up pregnant or with some disease. I showered, then fell into alcohol-assisted sleep. My period came a few days late, but I was so relieved. I didn’t have sex again until I met the man I ended up marrying. So girls, make sure you’re ready before you let someone have you. You’ll regret it if you don’t.
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