Part One

Linda and I have been together seven months. We met by pure chance. Standing next to each other in the queue at Starbucks, we ordered the same drink, noticed each other, sat together, chatted, and eventually left together. Nothing spectactular, but romantic. We exchanged phone numbers, met the next day and had dinner together in my favourite italian restaurant. It was pretty quick.

But here we were just seven months down the road, on our lunch breaks, across the table in a quiet North London pub.
“I’m sorry Ollie. Look, we really need to talk about something.”
Oh shit. I know what that means.
“Oh god. Is it as bad as it sounds?” I tried to joke.
“No no no. Well. I don’t know. This is very difficult. I have a problem.”
Why? Things are going great. I thought so at least. I’d waited a month to get her into bed, then when we got there it’d always been good. Linda was great, funny, gorgeous, and I loved being with her. I hadn’t been possessive, I’d always been there when she needed me. This was a real surprise.
“Is it me? Have I done something wrong? Is it going too fast? Too heavy?” Four questions at once, I knew straight away it was too much.
“Well. I’ve tried to talk to you before. Never known how. It’s the sex …… She saw the look on my face ….No!! Well, yes. Look, look, it’s great, but, nothing like any of that. Just let me explain.” That was so unclear! I was so confused
“Okay, Please, do go on.” Time for ‘listening and sensitive’ mode.
“Well…… Oh piss it… this is so hard to say…”
“It’s ok. I guess it’s important. I’m listening.”

Eventually Linda explained that about eighteen months ago, while she’d been clubbing in Manchester, her drink had been spiked or drugged. She’d completely lost control and a guy had taken her back to his flat. In the flat, and tossed her into the orgy that was in full swing in the living room. In her recollection, she just got laid down on the sofa in her underwear and saw a room full of naked bodies, all rolling on top of each other.
“I understood so little of what was happening and I was swept away in a daze.” She was really struggling to tell me this story.
“Oh my GOD!” I was shocked
“So, I got just, carried, into this… swamp… of people. I was so stoned, I could hardly make out the forms of the people. And when I started to get my senses back, I was surrounded by naked men and ladies, in the half dark, naked. Every one was just… having sex... I didn’t know where I was, how I’d got there. I felt so… lost. Then I felt the people on me. A guy just got top of me… and just put his….. you know.. straight in me, as if he knew me. Some random girl started sucking on my tit. People’s hands were all over me and before I knew what was going on, I was being turned round, picked up, rolled around and generally screwed from all over. I was so wasted though. I couldn’t react.”
“Holy fuck!” I couldn’t say anything else. Unbelievable. Both alarming and arousing.
Well, I freaked out, but I couldn’t really do much about it or go anywhere. I had to give in and I just let myself go to the insistant genitals that attacked me from all around.” She sounded kind of ironic, joking about it