Jeff* is a 19 yr old college student. This is his story:
College. Finally. I was so ready to leave high school behind, get out of my parents’ house, and make my own rules. Having turned 18 and being accepted into a really good school, I was on top of the world. A night or two after I moved into the freshman dorms and before classes started, I thought, “Why not?” and hosted a party in my room.
There was a lot of alcohol and I’ll admit, I got really drunk. I felt like no one could stop me: not my parents, not the RA’s, no one! As the night wore on, my dorm room emptied as my new neighbors called it a night. My roommate was already passed out on his bed, and I found myself alone with really pretty girl from downstairs—score! and then she started making a move on me. I was actually a bit shocked that she was even showing any interest in me, especially since I didn’t date much in high school.
We started making out on my bed, which I was totally okay with. But things just kept getting more and more intense—which I wasn’t ready for. I remember thinking that she would want to stop at any time, but she kept leading things along and I had no idea how far she wanted to go. My guard was down since I was so drunk and even though I was hesitant to continue, she kept directing me towards having sex… So we did. Luckily, my roommate had stashed some condoms in his desk, so we were protected. But unfortunately, I was so drunk that I didn’t feel much, much less remember the details.
We passed out in my bed, and when I woke up, she was gone. I was shocked. I found out that all she wanted was to have sex, and had no interest in hanging out with me or dating me. I was so hurt that all I was to her was a convenient one night stand. I thought that only scumbag guys wanted to take advantage of girls in college—not the other way around! I didn’t even know women even liked sex that much.
I always thought that my first time would be more special than what had happened that night. I never really got to know her, or talk to her about her sexual background. Good thing we used protection, because I never would have known if she had an STD! Luckily, I didn’t end up catching anything from that encounter. I was still pretty upset that I was used like that. I eventually got over it, but I’m still disappointed knowing that I will never get my first time back.