So I was 18 at the time, and I went to this 21+ house party with a girlfriend. We of course decided to get wasted together as no one knew our ages. I remember the night, but didn’t keep track of how much I drank. I had at least 8 shots of caramel crown, 4 shots of Tito’s, and 2 gummies soaked in what tasted like straight rubbing alcohol- yes I was gone. Anyways, I got separated from my friend and decided to sit on the couch of the packed living room. One of my ex-coaches from when I was 13-17 was next to me and started talking to me. He was 30 something, but looked super young and hot. His confidence is what made everyone like him. He told me if I wanted to have some more fun, I should meet him outside. I don’t know what I was thinking, I don’t even remember getting up and leaving the house- but I did. I guess my trust in him got the better of me, plus my drunk state didn’t help. Long story short, we walked down this long ass driveway in pitch black darkness. He took me behind some random car and we had a quickie against the back of the car. He then told me to contact him any time to “finish what we started.” Afterwards, I found my friend who had been in the bathroom the whole time. We ended up staying the night in a room alone (with the door locked) and never left each other’s sides. To this day, I have never told a single soul.