drunk rape
She was a cheerleader, perky and vivacious. He was a handsome 32-year-old history professor and their affair scandalized the college community. When she met Dr. McKay she was deeply embroiled in a love affair with Charles Foster, an All-American fullback who just happened to be African American. She quickly went from one scandalous relationship to another. That was Diana's way.
Her 20-year marriage to Dr. McKay produced two children - a boy and a girl, now teenagers. It also saw her involved in numerous affairs. Some of those dalliances were rumoured to have been with her students. She was 41, looked 30, and acted 18. High School boys with raging hormones lusted after her, fantasized about her and, once, ten-years-ago actually had tried to rape her.
It was the summer of 1999 at the New Jersey shore. Diana and her two children, as usual, were spending the summer at their home in Ocean City, NJ. Her son Jason worked at Mac and Mancos Pizza, her daughter Melinda worked at Atlantic Books. Dr. McKay commuted between the shore and their home in Turnersville, NJ, and taught summer courses at the University of Pennsylvania.
Diana spent most of her time on the beach. Sometimes in the company of Melinda, sometimes with girlfriends she invited down and, sometimes, by herself. On one of those "by herself" days she happened to run in to several of her students and former students and she pulled her beach chair over to where they were gathered and decided to spend the afternoon with them.
Though she was at least 23 years older than the oldest boy in the group, her form fitting brown one piece bathing suit made them forget the age differences and they treated her as they would treat any of the younger women they usually hung out with. In other words they engaged in some off-colour jokes, shared beers with her, and, on a few occasions, managed to cop a feel as they roughhoused on the blanket.
Diana didn't mind. In fact she liked it. It was just last summer that she had met a boy on the beach, went back to his parent's condo with him on the pretence of having a beer, and then spent the entire afternoon making love. He was 17 she was 40 at the time.
Sometime during the afternoon Diana's beach mates began to think about carrying their fantasies about her to the next level. She sure was sexy and she sure seemed like she'd be a good fuck. They had all heard rumours the about her sexuality - about how she is supposed to have given two students a blow job in her office, about how she had slept with a former football player - but none had experienced any of it other than in their dreams.
By later afternoon four of the boys decided that they would try to get her to go back to their rented house with them. After a half dozen beers on the beach she was already acting giddy, so they decided that they would try to get her drunk enough that evening so that she'd become a willing sex partner. They had heard that she was a very passionate drunk. At least that was the rumour.
Very casually, Alan, who was always the leader of this group, asked Diana if she'd like to accompany them back to their house for a barbecue and "a few brews". At first she declined, but as they pleaded with her and she remembered that her husband was back in Turnersville and her daughter was gone for a couple of days, she said that she would.