Can I just start by saying this is very difficult for me to put down into words, so please if anyone has any comments please don't be nasty as this is already difficult enough for me to deal with
Just recently my female cousin came over to visit me and we went on a night out. I asked my boyfriend to come as we going to meet friends out but he had been out the night before and didn't feel well so he decided to stay at home.
Near the very end of the night when I came back from the bar my cousin was talking to a couple of guys. One of them started chatting to me joking on, I happened to drop the boyfriend card in quite early in the conversation just so he got the idea and he seemed reasonably friendly still. Next thing I know my cousin has started walking off out the front with this lad, so I finish the last bit of my drink and follow, with his mate following behind. When I get outside the club she is already waiting in a taxi with this guy, telling me she wants to go back to their house for a party. I was drunk and was quite ready for bed at this point as it was about 3am. I thought it would be a bad idea but my cousin wouldn't get out and persisted and I didn't want to be a spoil sport as this was her first time in my city (moved here for uni) so I eventually caved. I should probably mention at this point my cousin also has a long term boyfriend and I didn't have any reason to believe she would want to go back their for any reason other than for a party as she said.
It turned out when we got there it was a really dodgy area in the outskirts of the city centre and there was no one else there when we got back. I realise how naive it was for us to believe them however I didn't want to leave my cousin. It all becomes very hazy from here on. I don't think I realised until the fresh air how drunk I was. When we got back we were told that people would be coming later, I now realise this was obvious absolute bull****. The guys kept us a part in separate rooms. I remember looking for my cousin and he would pull me back when and start to walk into the other room. He then started trying to kiss me over and over. He was quite forceful and although I was very drunk I remember saying repeatedly that he should stop as I have a boyfriend and I didn't do that. He wasn't taking me seriously and when I turned my head away he would try and kiss my neck. I became scared but I was drunk so not thinking property, I remember then getting up and walking outside and sitting in the cold alone. I didn't know were I was and I tried to ring a taxi over and over but as I didn't know the address I don't think I was making sense on the phone. He eventually told me to come back inside and book a taxi home in the warm (it really was freezing). He wouldn't give me the address and started saying he needed to ask his friend. Through all this my cousin was no were to be seen. When I tried to look he would find excuses to keep me there. I wanted to leave, I remember being so confused and hating it in there (all the time while all this was going on he remained friendly, jokey laughing and never raised his voice, this confused me as I was scared at what was going on but he didn't look like someone who was out to harm me.) He started to become more forceful again, he dragged me into a bedroom and started trying to get into my underwear again. I'm ashamed to say for a short time I let him touch me and kiss me, I remember repeating all along no I didn't want this. But he didn't stop. I wish I had just forced my cousin to leave, I wish I had screamed and ran out but I was in a very dodgy area far from anywhere I knew, it was cold and i didn't know where to go. Eventually when he tried to actually have sex with me I came to my senses, pushed him away and ran outside. I sat on the step and remember telling him I wanted to be outside because I didn't like it in there. I wasn't smiling or laughing. I don't know why I didn't scream, but I know I knew I didn't like it in there or what was going on. I wanted so badly to be away.
Eventually he rang me a taxi as said I wouldn't go back inside unless he booked one and they let us leave. I don't remember the journey. I don't remember getting into bed. When I woke up the next day and remembered what had happened I felt so sick. I feel completely taken advantage of. I feel dirty. I feel like I was raped as although I let it happen, I made it very clear I didn't want it to. I love my boyfriend so much and I cannot believe how ****ing stupid I was by going back there, how could I have let that happen.
I told my boyfriend everything the next day. I would never keep something like this from him. I have never cheated. But what I have done, I am so guilt stricken. He is very upset and angry about it but he trusts that it happened as I said as we have been together for 3 years and I have never done anything to make him distrust me. He has suggested going to the police but I feel as I was intoxicated I deserved for something bad to happen and it would never stand up in court. I don't know what I'm asking for, I want to know what guys would think if their girlfriend told them something like this? Was I raped? Have I cheated? I hate myself. I don't know how to cope, I feel so dirty. And I know it is my fault for drinking to much and for not stopping it. I should have never went, I should have screamed.
Please honest opinions as both myself and my boyfriend are devastated and I need to know what I should do.