I'd ended up on a boys university reunion somehow and had done my best to keep up with their drinking and antics. I was wasted and couldn't handle a club so we decided to continue the party at mine.
Although I'd been really close friends with one for years, the other three I had only just met. So, when my friend gave up around 6 am to go home and sleep I was left with his pals. One of them slipped upstairs, I assumed to use the bathroom. After nearly an hour I realised he hadn't returned so I skipped up the stairs to investigate.
The door to the bathroom was open. He definitely wasn't there. Going into my bedroom I discovered him in his boxers spreadeagled on my bed, fast asleep. Giggling, I snapped a quick photo and ran back downstairs to show his mates who were now also fast asleep on the sofa.
I was very tired myself. I debated what to do. I wanted to sleep in my bed alone so I decided to try move him. I wasn't sharing with a stranger. I shook him gently at first. I grabbed him by his stubbly chin and shook his head from side to side. Nothing. There was zero chance he was waking.
I climbed into my bed and I tried rolling him over. He wouldn't budge. I sat astride him shaking him more and playfully slapped his face. With my arms crossed in defeat, I decided, fine, I'm just going to curl up in a corner.
Apparently he wasn't sleeping as deeply as I thought. As I slid off him, head just about to hit the pillow I felt his hand creep across my waist and his body move in to spoon me closely.
It had been a while so I thought I'd let him. Why not? The attention was nice. Cuddles were almost the only thing I missed being single. I giggled and hit him, "Pretending to sleep? Very smart. You can stay. Don't try it though. Not interested, Okay?"
He remained silent though his grip round my waist tightened as I wriggled to try get comfy. His other hand went to grab and strongly grope, caress and feel my thighs. Feeling up, then moving round to squeeze and explore my taut bum cheeks.
I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of pleasure as his strong hands moved to the waistband of my trousers. I elbowed him, "I said no..." but maybe not convincingly enough as his other arm further pinned me down. He held me firmly around the waist with one arm. His other arm snaked around my head and throat muffling any further pleas for him to stop. Twisting his hand into my hair, he pulled my head round to face him and ploughed his tongue deep into my mouth.
One part of me was incredulous that this man could come into my home and more or less think he could take what he wanted. The other was incredulous that I was responding to his vile behaviour.
Helplessly pinned into this, kiss, I almost gave up struggling until he let go of my waist and in a swift, almost brutal moment he ripped my pants out of his way.