I dropped by at an event after work at started talking to a group of people who were old friends (2 guys, one girl). They were in their mid-late twenties. We ended up chatting and getting more drinks and something to eat, then all ended up at the place of one of the guys with more drinks. The men then started trying to make me and the other girl make out with and have sex with each other. I told them I wasn’t a lesbian, and if I was that wouldn’t involve putting on a performance for them. They were shocked when I said perhaps the guys should have sex with each other so they could perform homosexuality for my entertainment, saying ‘that’s not the same’. They both grabbed hold of me at various point, one guy groping me between my legs, which I pushed off (If I was less drunk and if there wasn’t another woman there, I would have just run out of there, but as the evening had started out so civilised and with the other women being present I think I was confused – they had seemed so clean-cut!) At one point one of the guys locked me in his room and ‘ordered’ me to get undressed. I had already told him I wasn’t interested in him. He seemed to think this technique was what women want, that ‘no’ really means ‘yes’, just like in the movies. I told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn’t unlock the door right there and then I would scream the house down and start smashing up his room, and the neighbours would soon call the police, that I didn’t consent to anything and if he laid a finger on me I would consider it assault. Confronted with legal consequences he unlocked the door, and I’m glad to say I vomited all over his living room floor before getting the hell out of there.
