Christina got back from her run, sweaty and exhausted from a long day. It felt good to let out her emotions as she ran through the cool, night air, but her long, brown hair was messy from being blown around in the wind, and she couldn't wait to jump into the shower.
She also couldn't wait to get out of her sweaty clothes. She pulled her tight, blue t-shirt over her back, arching her back and pushing out her perky 32B tits. The sports bra was the next thing to come off. As she let it fall away, she let her hands wander over her hard nipples and smooth, lightly tanned skin, admiring herself. It had been almost two months since she first moved onto campus as a freshman, and she was delighted to realize how many guys truly appreciated a sweet, sexy girl. She had no problem getting into parties for free, even if it did end up costing her a little alone time with the host later in the night. She wasn't shy about using her looks to her advantage, and her apparent shyness made it all that easier to get away with.
Her shorts were the next article of clothing to hit the ground; she let them slide down her slim, toned legs as she stood there in her panties. She was a small girl—about 5'2" and 105 lbs. For some reason, all the bigger guys liked that. She couldn't count the number of frat guys that told her how they wanted to pick her up and throw her around... She would just playfully flip her hair and laugh, turning away and knowing that they would be staring at her cute, tight ass as she sauntered away.
For Christina, it was all a game, and getting what she wanted came naturally. She was the runway model type—that wasn't the look she went for. Instead, she was proud of her girl-next-door looks, and the way all the nice boys seemed to be willing to do anything she wanted. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband, and pulled her panties down her legs, kicking them away. She lay down on her bed for a moment, loving the feel of her bedsheets against her bare skin. She loved that she didn't have a roommate—she had never been assigned one, and that was fine with her. She had gotten to used to walking naked around her room at home, and sleeping nude beneath the covers. She felt lucky that she wouldn't have to change that.
After laying there for a minute, she decided that she better hurry up and take a shower before it got too late—these midnight runs were fun, but she had class early the next morning. She reached into her drawer, searching for a towel, but she cursed as she looked over at the huge pile of laundry in the corner. The only towel left was a back-up one, something which she hadn't had to use before, because it was slightly smaller than the rest of them. When she wrapped it around herself and covered her breasts, it barely came down an inch or two past the rounded bottom of her butt. Christina put the towel on and took a quick look in the mirror. Shaking her head, she realized how very little of her innocence it covered. Lucky it's so late, she thought. Quickly grabbing her shower basket, she walked out of her room and into the brightly lit hallway.
She began the walk to the floor's only girl's bathroom. That was the worst part about living here, she thought, the bathroom was at the complete other end of the floor. Walking hurriedly, she turned a corner and saw three guys standing in the hallway talking. She groaned as she realized who it was. Rob, and two of his idiot friends from another floor, were laughing obnoxiously but stopped as soon as they saw her coming.
"Looking good there, sweet cheeks," Rob called from down the hall. Christina rolled her eyes and didn't respond. He had been hitting on her since the first day of school, but she didn't help her case when she passed out drunk in his room one night after a party. His idea of romance was a pair of handcuffs and dildo, and she was definitely not interested.
"Hey Rob, who's the little girl on your floor?" one of his friends asked.
"Yeah, I didn't know this school allowed 14-year-olds." Like she had never heard that joke before. She didn't mind being called young, but it was insulting to have to be made fun of by such idiots.
"They don't... which is too bad for you, because maybe then you'd have some other people here at your maturity level," she quipped back. She was almost past them, and she could feel their eyes burning into every inch of her exposed skin. She tried to pull the towel down to cover just a little more of her thighs, but that was a huge mistake. It had been wrapped too tightly around her chest, and the downward force cause her left boob to shift upwards, barely exposing her nipple for the briefest second.
"Whoa, boys did you see that? She's trying to strip for us! Go ahead, girl, take it off! Let's see them little titties of yours!" Rob's comment caused Christina's face to turn bright red, but apparently his buddies thought it was the funniest thing in the world. They were still giving him high fives as she walked past them and into the bathroom.
She walked over to the nearest shower stall and set her shampoo and soap down onto the bench outside of it. Turning on the water, she let everything she let everything else fall away as she dropped her towel onto the ground and stepped under the hot jets. Closing her eyes, she slowly washed her hair, face, chest, and stomach, enjoying her own touch and the scent of her fresh bar of soap. Bending over, she reached down and ran her hands up and down her legs, over every inch of her smooth skin. She was thankful that she had shaved this morning, and it would be a quick shower. She let her hands linger over her more sensitive areas for just a minute before shutting the water off. She had been busy the past few days, and was looking forward to some alone time with her fingers and thoughts before going to sleep tonight.
Suddenly, her relaxing thoughts were shattered by a loud, piercing siren. Uh oh, Christina thought, that could only mean one thing. The fire alarm. She couldn't believe they would have a fire drill at one o' clock in the morning, but then again, they've done stranger things. Cursing to herself, she quickly shut off the water, and grabbed her towel. Drying off as quickly as possible, she threw the shower items back into her basket and wrapped the towel again around herself. She was still dripping wet as she stepped out of the shower, but she needed to get back to her room quickly and throw on some clothes as fast as possible.
She opened the bathroom door, stepped out into the hallway, and groaned. Her entire floor was filing grumpily out of their rooms, and walking down the hall, straight toward her. She would need to get by them to get to her room, and they would need to get past her to the elevator. She could already feel some of the guys staring at her, and as she caught Joe, the fattest kid on the floor, staring at her barely covered, dripping wet legs, she vowed that she would start bringing a change of clothes into the bathroom with her.
She finally got past everyone, but only after catching a couple guys swiveling their heads as she walked by and staring at her butt. She reached her door and turned the knob. It didn't budge, and she froze. Shivers ran up and down her spine as she realized it was locked. How the fuck could it be locked? It needs a key to lock, and it had been left in her room. She never locked the door when she went to the shower. Panic hit Christina as she realized the predicament she was in. She needed to get into that room, she needed to put clothes on, and she needed to do it quick. She was supposed to be outside already.
She stood there for a moment and considered her options. She could stay there, and wait for security to come by and check all of the rooms. But how much trouble would she get in if she just ignored the fire drill? And what if, god forbid, there was an actual fire? She got more scared the longer she stood there, a pool of water forming at her feet. For her, the other option was even more terrifying, there were at least 500 kids in her dormitory, and they would all be standing outside the building. Walking out into the crowd in just a towel, and one that barely covers her butt, at that, was horrifying and humiliating to Christina. Tears started forming in her eyes, at the prospect of being exposed and subjected to countless leering stares. She would never live it down, all of her friends and all of the guys would remember her as "towel girl."
