I was semi-raped a long, long time ago, at a party in Edinburgh thrown by a buddy of mine, sometime between high-school and college. It was a typical affair, all our friends getting together, drinking and seeing who could be the loudest, smoking weed out the window and hoping the guy's parents wouldn't come back early. And then I found out that a girl I was friends with had a wee crush on me.
So, over the course of the evening, all of us got the kind of super-drunk that you can only really acheive at 16-17 years old, and my admirer, now covered in mud and puke, was rolling around the bedroom screaming and crying in a booze fueled frenzy. (Don't lie! You've been in that state before too!)
Before too long, I passed out upright on the livingroom sofa, ready to have a million dicks penned in permanent marker on my face and hands. But instead, what I got was a girl drunk out of her mind fiddling my pants off and riding me unconcious in a room full of people. I remember waking up long enough to ask, "...what's going on?", before spunking against my will, and I just pretended to keep sleeping.
Now that I think about it, that might have been how I lost my virginity.
So the next day she was gone, never to be seen again. Years later, we found out she had moved to Brighton, possibly out of shame, which I thought was unmerrited since I didn't actually mind the rapage. In fact, I still count her as one of my conquests.