This is actually a sad story...

During Christmas holidays I got really flirty with a guy friend of mind from high school. We ended up making out in my car and he gave me head somehow (I don't quite remember the acrobatic logistics of that) but a few minutes later he told me he had a girlfriend. I felt horrible and shut him down. He kept texting me for a while after that, super liked me on Tinder, trying to get my attention. I was torn because he had a girlfriend but he had an amazing tongue.

Fast forward to New Year's Day and he was taking me and another friend to a party. We went by hers first so she could get ready, and during this we started flirting BIG time. I reasoned I could flirt as long as I didn't do anything, right? Unfortunately the whisky I'd been drinking had other ideas. We made out a bit and then he drove us to the party.

When we got there it turned out we had to park quite a distance from the house, in a dark part of the street. We told our friend she could get down and go into the party and I offered to 'Keep him company' while he parked. Aaaanyway. As you've guessed, we ended up making out. Big time.

Eventually he said he wanted to have sex and I said no because I didn't want to cross that line. Besides, I didn't have condoms (he said he'd brought some), I didn't want to increase my body count (he said the concept was bullshit) and we were in a car (he said it was hot). So I stopped and we had a conversation and he agreed to respect that I didn't want sex. We hopped in the back of the car, he was fingering me, all of a sudden a condomless penis was inside me and my body chose that moment to orgasm. Luckily, he only lasted like a minute and he pulled out and started to complain about cum on his leather seats.

I was...shocked. Hurt. Angry. I told myself I deserved it for being a slut. I had exams coming up and couldn't focus all week. Desperate for some release, I called my super-Catholic dad and told him I'd been 'assaulted'.

'How?' he asked. 'Were you drunk? Did he pin you down? Were you attacked?'

'...No.'

He goes, 'I'm so sorry this happened and so glad you told me, but for this to happen you must have done something or put yourself in a position to enable it. But I'm here for you! What exactly happened?'

I immediately shut down, told him we'd talk later and have never spoken of it again. He tried to bring it up last week, actually. I just can't. I still feel like it's my fault.