This is going to be a long story, but I decided it was time to vent out the whole truth... Here we go...

After a sporting event one day I went with a friend (male) for drinks who I had known for about 10 years. At this time I was already going through a lot of mental stress because my boyfriend and I were on a break. I decided that I maybe needed to let lose a little and just go have fun with my friend. Little did I know what else would happen..

So we went to a restaurant/bar and had some drinks.. I went to the bathroom and when I got back my drink was refilled. He had ordered me doubles while I was away from the table and I didn't know. (I am also a lightweight and he knew this). So I finished up my drinks and the alcohol started to hit me really fast.. He then offered to drive me back towards his place because I was going to give him a ride, but clearly was too intoxicated to drive. So he drove us towards his place, but instead stopped at another bar. He tried to give me more alcohol but I was already at the point where my face felt hot and I started seeing two of everything.. He ordered them for me anyways, even though I only asked for water. He tried to give the alcohol to me & I had a few sips unknowing of its content and could taste something off. I didn't drink anymore after noticing something was iffy. But then he started to touch my leg.. At first it felt warm..until he started moving his hand closer to my vagina.. He pulled my legs over his and kept touching. I asked him to stop because I was still so uncertain about my boyfriend and I's situation. He told me that I was technically single and could do whatever I wanted. Being intoxicated, and he so slyly masking his true intentions with innocent playfulness, I gave in. He kissed me a few times and I let it happen. I was too drunk to think properly and I thought he was right for a while.. I was technically single. But soon after, I felt guilt roll over me..

I asked if he could just take us towards his place so I could sober up and then head home. So he did. But instead of his house I looked around me and we were on some empty street surrounded by trees. He told me that we should just sit in the back seat and sober up for a while before driving anywhere else. I agreed. I was still too drunk to realize anything was wrong. Then he started to touch me again. I told him that I didn't want to do anything, but he continued anyways. He proceeded to pulling my leggings down along with my underwear.. Then pulled down his.. He started to touch himself and I started to feel ill.. He got on top of me, pushing my legs back and entered me.. Everything was moving too fast for me to react. I told him to stop multiple times, but it was as if the alcohol stopped me from saying anything.. It was as though I was screaming but no one, not even he, could hear me. Eventually I mustered up enough strength to push him off of me.. I sat there with my hands over my face and a tear rolling down my cheek while he continued to fap next to me.. I could just sense the pleasure he was having at seeing me there with my pants half down despite the pain in my voice... I thought this was someone I could trust.. A friend.

I put my clothes back on properly and moved back to the passengers seat. He apologized for it not being better because he had had a few beers himself. I asked him just to take himself home.. He did. He touched my thigh the whole way back to his place and when he arrived, he tried to kiss my cheek goodbye like it was a sensual, romantic experience for me... Which it was not. He got out and I just sat there for a minute. I decided to move to the drivers seat and I drove around the corner of the street and parked. I don't know how long I sat there, but by the time I left again I was feeling sober. I drove home, not sure of the time, and went to bed as soon as I got back..

Following this night I didn't talk to anyone. After a week away on the sport trip, I decided to resolve my issues with my boyfriend and we got back together (and still are) But I didn't tell him what happened. I didn't tell anyone. Three months went by, and my BF found a text on my phone from 'him'.. Saying that "I never thought we would have had sex that night". My boyfriend flipped. He thought I had cheated on him.. I tried to explain everything but he was too angry. That's when I realized I had to tell him the truth. I had to tell him that I was taken advantage of (and no I can still not say the R word). I told him what happened and he was still angry.. Even though we were on a break he was still hurting and felt like he was cheated on. Eventually he and I agreed that I was not at fault. I came to terms with everything... No matter what I did leading up to that night, ultimately 'he' made those choices to hurt me and violate me.. And in the end I may have thought he was my friend.. But a friend would never do such a thing.

Thanks for reading my story.. It brought me to tears writing this. If you have anything to add; any opinion, a comment, anything, feel free to reply. Thanks again to everyone.