If your boyfriend rapes you, he's probably a psychopath...

It was New Years Eve and my parents were out of town for a week.  Charlie and I had planned to go to his friend's New Years Eve party.  It didn't start until nine, and it was five o'clock in the evening.  Charlie had been pushing me to have sex with him the whole time he had been staying with me while my parents were away, and I just wouldn't give in.  It wasn't that I didn't want to.  I just wasn't ready for that kind of commitment.  Not at eighteen years old.  Apparently that evening, Charlie wasn't going to take no for an answer anymore, and as we were making out, he forced my clothes off.  Before I could do anything, he was pushing his dick inside me and there was nothing I could do.  What was the point in crying?  It wasn't going to solve anything.  Plus, he had an extremely small penis, and it was also uncircumcised, which is a great little story to tell at parties, especially when I'm around people who know him.  He was literally so small that I couldn't even feel anything.  Pathetic.