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Hi, my name is Katie. I am 20 years old and I attend a very competitive Boston area college.

I had always been a nice girl. I made it through high school as an honor student and with my sexual reputation intact. My first two-plus years of college had been a purely academic endeavor. Of course, that was the plan. I had plenty of opportunities for sex, but I had a boyfriend that I loved at home and I planned on being a good faithful girl in addition to being a straight *quot;A*quot; student

What follows is a story about how plans change.

I wanted to go home for Thanksgiving to see my family, friends and mostly Dave, my boyfriend. I was from the most southern part of PA near Lancaster and could not afford the flight to Philadelphia from Boston, so I was hoping to find another way home. Kelly is my roommate and her boyfriend, Bobby, lived about an hour south of me and had some space in his car, so I ended up getting lucky with a ride. I told my folks and Dave that I would be home late Wednesday night. Bobby told me to be ready by 3pm on Wednesday for the 8-hour drive through heavy traffic. He told me that he had a full van, so I ought not pack too much. One bag would be best if I could manage that. I said that was fine.

He picked me up right on time, and only had his roommate, Mario, with him. I asked about the others and was told that they were all from Northeastern University and we were going to get them now. Fifteen minutes later, five more guys piled into the van and we were on our way. Needless to say I was a bit concerned. Me and seven guys on an eight hour trip? At least I knew two of them pretty well and I knew that Bobby would keep me safe since I was his girl's roomie.

The boys from Northeastern came well prepared with three cases of beer and some pot. I like to party though I rarely found any time to do so. I figured that this was a great time to kick back, since I was going to be in the back of the van for the next eight hours or so. My first three beers went down nice and easy and I wanted more.

The first joint was lit and everybody but me was having some. I was never much of a smoker, but there's a time and place for everything. After my 4th beer I decided to try the joint as it went by. I was soon feeling very buzzed and having the time of my life. All the guys were really cool and funny. They kept telling me how hot I was and how they wished I wasn't taken. I was so buzzed and so caught up in the moment that I said *quot;I'm not taken for the next six hours.*quot; The words were out before I realized it.

Beer!

As I tried to back away from the remark, Alex, one of the Northeastern guys, said that we could still have a fun ride and I agreed so long as we all understood that no sex would take place. That seemed to make sense to all of us including me as we had a long ride ahead of us. Not shockingly, a game of strip poker was suggested. After saying *quot;no way*quot; for about twenty minutes and another beer, I finally caved.

I rationalized that, having played a few times before, and never having gotten totally nude, I would be ok. Besides, I could always quit if it got out of hand. Still, I was a bit nervous as I had only five articles of clothing on (sweatshirt, jeans, bra, panties