Junior year of college, I volunteered for this frat’s charity date auction event because I knew some of the brothers (including [Sam](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/k1elmz/even_two_years_later_i_still_masturbate_thinking/), for those of you who read my stuff!). It was basically a fancy-ish college party: guys in ties, girls in pearls. The frat auctioned off dates with female volunteers for Alzheimer’s research. I wore a standard cute little cocktail dress and heels (and pearls, obvs).
The guy who “bought” me was cute, I kinda-sorta knew him, and he was a total gentleman on our date a few days later. Afterward, he asked if I wanted to hang out with a few of his friends back at their apartment. I already knew a bunch of those guys and said sure.
Now, the thing you have to know is that a bunch of those guys had been there when [I got my first facial](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/k1elmz/even_two_years_later_i_still_masturbate_thinking/) at the same frat the year before. Like, they had watched, and I sorta had a *reputation* for being… fun. ? But they were totally cool about it. So back at their apartment, they joked about how committed I was to curing Alzheimer’s and saving the world. About an hour or so later, I was a little buzzed and having fun being the only girl among six or seven guys.