Freshman Year - Part 10, Orgy & Date Rape

One Saturday night I returned to my dorm room and opened the door. The room was dimly lit, but I could smell pot smoke and see at least three or four guys having sex with my two roomies. Two of the men looked up and called, “Come on in!” Music was blaring loudly.

They were having a goddamn orgy in my room! I closed the door and turned back to the hallway. I made my way back down to the lobby of the dorm. I guess it was going to be another night on the couch. Downstairs there was a game of hearts going on and I joined in. After a while the game broke up and I was talking to two of the guys. One of them was the dorm’s president, who was a senior. He was extremely handsome and I thought quite out of my league. He had brown hair and eyes and a muscular body as if he spent lots of time in the gym lifting weights. But he looked me right in the eyes and seemed to be flirting. I flirted right back at him as this was not an opportunity to be lost and I felt really flattered. He certainly was every bit as cute as the guys at my sister’s school. He asked if I wanted to see something is his room and I said sure I would.

We went into his room and his roommate was in there sleeping, doped up on codeine with bronchitis and dead to the world. The pres shut the door and came over and kissed me right away. His tongue entered my mouth and it was so hot. I went with it. His hands went to my waist and he pulled me to close to him until our bodies were touching. I held on to him so as not to fall. He put one hand on my face and tilted my head back as we inched towards the bed. He sat on the bed; bringing me with him by virtue of our combined body weights. Then suddenly he was on top of me, undressing himself. He took of his shirt, undid his pants and wiggled out of them in no time. He was hard of course. He rubbed his erection on my crotch and that really turned him on. He began to open my shirt and then my pants. He put his hand in my pants and found me wet. Then he began to tug on the waist band of my pants to get them off of me.

I began to think that this wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want to have sex with this guy that I had only just met and it was becoming obvious that that was what he wanted. I began to say no clearly and loudly and resist. What really worried me was that he had no condom and I lived in fear of getting pregnant. I didn’t want to ask if he had one, because that could be misconstrued as consent to have sex. I closed the buttons on my shirt and he reopened them. I closed my pants and he reopened them. It became a battle. It became a physical battle. He held me down by putting my hands beneath me and his weight on top of me then using his hands he would undress me as much as he could. I was strong, so I put up a good fight, but he was much stronger and heavier. If it weren’t for tight blue jeans, my virginity might have been lost. But, I could have escalated the fight to hurting him or screaming. I didn’t because he wasn’t hurting me and I was way too embarrassed to scream. Here it was, 1975. There wasn’t even a term for date rape in 1975, yet that was precisely what was happening. His buddies were out in the hallway and probably knew what was going on. I was completely mortified.

We struggled like this for the better part of an hour. Finally, he moved his body up on me, I think so that he could rub his erection on my breasts. He came all over my shirt just because he was so turned on by the struggle. It was so gross. I was so exhausted; I couldn’t even get up off the bed. I had deep fatigue in all of my muscles. They all felt totally spent as if I had been at the gym. I lay there panting like a dog. I said, “Shit! Look at this mess you made on my shirt. You asshole!”

Now that his lust was sated, he had the maturity to look humiliated and embarrassed and said, “The mess is inside me. It is a mess in here.” With that he took my hand and put it on his still beautiful and slightly hairy chest. God, seeing the new found sincerity in his eyes was painful. What a shit he was.

“At least get up and get me damp towel to clean up your mess off of my shirt.”

He got up, put on some shorts, went down the hall, and got me a towel. “Will you see me again?” he said when returned.

“I don’t think so.”

Sometime later, when I felt a bit recovered, I slinked ashamedly out of his room. The orgy had cleared out of my room by then and the coast was clear for a peaceful night’s rest.

I never told a soul at my dorm what had happened to me because who would believe me? Here I was this troubled freshman girl and he was the dorm president for Christ sakes. What sort of credibility did I have? Try zero. Besides, nothing really happened. I just decided to let the whole sordid affair go and take care of my safety in the future.

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