Anxiety Attack

I always thought that I deserved to be molested. I thought it was a part of growing up. Man, was I wrong. It was my cousin. He was two years older than me. I was seven. I didn’t know any better. That’s why I swore to myself that day that I would remain pure for the rest of my life.
Well, shit happens, right? I graduated from high school just Barely able to have a dude finger me without having an anxiety attack from the molestation. It was so hard thinking that every dude just wanted my pussy. And that they all would force me. But then came college.
I decided to go to the Dennis College in Utah. It was far from my home of Ohio and plenty of space between me and my cousin. I was by myself. Everything I ever wanted.
I did well my first quarter. All A’s. I rarely went anywhere besides class and my dorm. That is, until my dorm mate Becca said, “Kelly, I’m fed up with you. You never go anywhere! You are going to this fucking frat party or so help me…”
“Do I have to really go?” I asked, hoping I would change her mind.
“Yes, dammit. You’re going.”
So that night I finally went out.
The frat party was off campus. It gave me a chance to actually see what was off campus. After a short walk North of campus, we arrived at the House. There was a blonde chick passed out on front yard while a few dudes were betting on who would take her home. Becca and I walked up the two stairs to the door and went in.
Music blared from speakers while girls in super tight jeans and super short skirts grinding on dudes with obvious boners. I followed Becca as she dumped our coats in the dining room under the table.