I had known Lydia for a little while at this point and we had been on the same Swim team whilst in high-school.
She was one year younger than me but was even since school had always enjoyed the attention she would get from the guys. Whilst she hated the term slut, she was highly dependant upon the attention of guys and was always very willing to do anything a guy asked her too.
After school She attended the same university as I did, and lived just down the road. Whilst she wasn’t the closest of friends and I only saw her sporadically, my fleeting girlfriends would always be irked by her and seemingly territorial when she was around. We had a very strong chemistry and it was undeniable that there was always sexual tension when we were near one another.
I lived in a house with 5 other guys who were all great fun but highly suspicious and disapproving of Lydia, deeming her to only cause trouble. It was one of the rare nights when my house mates and I had decided to stay in and only have a few drinks and watch a film. Following the film we all made our way to our respective rooms. I was in bed drifting off to sleep when I received a text from Lydia and she sounded very distressed.