I've always been the uptight, straight-laced type of person who never does anything too naughty or out of the ordinary. One night, when I was about 18, I was hanging out at my friend's apartment. She was younger than I am and had a serious boyfriend and baby. He was a possessive, insecure butthole, and he always made little come-ons to me right in front of my friend. I liked him when I first met him, but it all went downhill from there. I never told him to his face that I didn't like him, though. Anyway, I was drinking with my friend and her boyfriend wasn't drinking, and I had, oh, about 5 too many. All I remember is that I had turned to a pool of jell-o on the couch and I heard my wasted friend and her completely sober boyfriend muttering something. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me with his tongue in my mouth. I remember yelling, "Nuh-uh" and shoving him off with all my might. That was all I remember. My friend and I never discussed that night until about 2 years later. She confessed that she ordered her boyfriend to come kiss me because it made her horny at the time, and she also informed me that her and I had a heavy make-out session....yep, us two girls. I was horrified and embarrassed, because, like I said, I would normally never do that kind of shit. I have never told another soul about that.