This incident happened during my first year in college. It was a Thursday night, which meant that most people at my state school were out partying, drinking, and having a good time. Unfortunately, I had to take an exam the next day, so I was stuck in my dorm, studying.
I was busy reading in my floor's common room until well after midnight, when all the students eventually returned from their nights of debauchery at one of the campus frat houses or wherever they had been. Most of them were, of course, drunk off their asses. They were stumbling back to their rooms either singing too loudly, laughing too loudly, or both.
The steady stream of drunkards eventually slowed down, but at around 3:00, the elevator doors pinged open again. Three girls walked out. Two of them were supporting the one in the middle - a pretty blonde who seemed to be passed out, or very nearly passed out. I looked harder and recognized the one in the middle as Stacy, the girl who lived in the room next to mine. As we were both 18-year old freshmen, we had a couple of classes together that semester. She was a friendly, outgoing chick, but we weren't really close enough to be considered friends.
"Hey, what happened to her?" I asked.
One of the other girls looked at me and snickered. "We were playing a drinking game, and Stacy here had a few too many shots."
"Of what?"
"Vodka," she giggled again. "We've had to carry her the whole way back." The girls then continued down the hallway, and I heard them enter Stacy's room and presumably drop her onto the bed before returning to their own dorm rooms.
A few minutes later, I closed my textbook and yawned. I needed a break. They say that nothing makes you hornier than studying, and it's true. Seeing basically every female on my floor parade past me that night in really low-cut tops and short skirts just made things worse. I needed to put in at least another hour of cramming, but the raging wood in my pants was making it tough to concentrate.