It Can Happen to You

How did I get into this situation? Stupid, stupid, stupid....I know better, yet here I was.

I travelled to London (Ontario) to visit my friend Jenny. It was supposed to be a girls catching up thing. Maybe some dancing. But definitely not this.

I was sitting in a stranger's house at 3 a.m., slightly drunk and a lot worried. Jenny had finally hooked up with a guy she had been trying to get to for months, so she tells me. While she and this guy had sex--loud sex I might add--I sat in the living room with two guys I didn't know, but were trying to get to know me.

The skirt I wore seemed shorter and shorter as they asked idle questions while looking me up and down. The music was barely audible, as Jenny's moans seemed to entertain the boys more actively.

I call them 'boys' because they were all college kids. Not a day over 24 if even that. I'm told they were sharing rent on the house, in whose living room I sat, sipping rye and coke if only to calm my nerves. This wasn't the proper venue for a married woman who just turned 30.

"So what do you do?" they asked, as idle questions seemed to just make it worse. Why wouldn't they just go to bed. But the chatter at least drowned out Jenny's obvious bliss.

At around 3:30 I heard rustling from upstairs, as someone stomped down. Finally from the other room someone bellowed, "Will you fucks keep it down. Some of us are trying to sleep." The two guys looked at eachother and shrugged, turned off the music and bid me good night.

THey offered me blanket as they knew neither Jenny nor I would be driving home. Jenny's own fun seemed to have concluded. Suddenly all was quiet....and I feel asleep in a drunken slumber.

I awoke early the next morning at the sound of hushed voices. I looked up and saw the 4th roommate chatting quietly with a girl. I don't know why I was surprised, but he was tall, over 6 feet, and black with a shaved head. I squinted to eavesdrop but it was too quiet. I assumed by the way they interacted that she was his girlfriend. When he closed the door, he turned around and I feigned sleep.

I could hear him enter the room, and stop in his tracks. It was then I realized the blanket that covered me was half off and the skirt I wore was hiked to my waist. My panties wedged up my butt. I was aghast but pretended to sleep.

I heard a soft chuckle, and some shuffling. THen finally, a click...snap...click...snap...bursts of light through my eyelids. Oh my God! He was taking pictures of me!