I scraped the key across the door a few times. I put my left hand on the door frame to try and steady myself as the world continued to spin around me. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of the heavy door that was the last obstacle between me and my nice, comfortable bed.
I knew I shouldn't have drunk that last shot. Or probably the last few. I know I got a little carried away, but it was my first real college party. I had to celebrate our school's big win over... some other school that also played football, I guess. I don't follow sports much, but I was out of my parents house, out of my home state, and away from my stodgy, academic high school life. I'd arrived, and it was time to celebrate.
I had a great time at the party. There had been guys everywhere for me to talk to. For the first time in my life, I felt like a popular kid. I hung out with guys, and I survived. Ok, considering the way my head is still swimming, I probably made more of an ass out of myself than anything, but at least I survived.
After a few deep breaths and concentrating on the feeling of the cold metal against my forehead, I finally felt confident enough to try opening my eyes again. There's the key hole, right there above the door handle. I can do this. I slowly slide the key across the door. It teetered just on the edge of going in. Then, success! The key slipped into the door, and I quickly turned it and pulled the door open.
I stumbled into my dorm hallway and against my door. Luckily, I lived in the closest room to the outside door. I immediately knew I'd moved too quickly though, as I felt my stomach do a backflip.
Luckily, everything stayed down, but I couldn't go to bed like this. I couldn't have my bookworm of a roommate seeing my like this and maybe reporting me.
I stumbled down the hall toward the communal bathroom. I was trying to stay quiet, but I knew in my state, that it was hopeless. At least I'd stayed with the sports theme of the evening and worn sneakers and jeans. I don't know if I would have been able to get all the way to the bathroom in heels and a skirt.
Just a couple more doors, then I pushed my way into the dark bathroom. I cursed the inconvenience as I ran my hands across the walls, looking for the light switch. Although, I'm not sure what I was expecting at... way past my bed time.
Finally, the lights came on, and I moved into the closest of the three shower stalls. I close the curtain on the outer vestibule and start stripping. I feel gross as I take my shoes off and put my socks on the floor of the bathroom. I'd never been in here without my sandals before. I guess it'll be grosser in a moment when I take my socks off and put my bare feet on the floor, but mentally, there's nothing grosser than wet socks. I quickly strip out of the rest of my clothes, careful to keep my filthy shoes and socks on one end of the bench, and the rest of my clothes on the other end. I notice the stain on the inside of my black thong. That one guy... Joe?... had been very sexy. I should have let him get further than kissing me at the party, but I just wasn't quite ready for more yet.
I turn the water on as I step the rest of the way into the shower. The initial blast of cold water stuns me back into lucidness for a moment, and I remember to close the curtain between the shower and the outer area where my clothes are.
I lean against the far wall of the shower, enjoying the feel of the now warm water beating on my back and running down my legs. I know the shower walls are probably heinously filthy, but it feels too good to lean against the cinder block. I try to will the increasing nausea away as my world continues to spin. I really shouldn't have taken those last few shots.
I don't know how long I've been leaning against the wall when I suddenly jump. I think I must have been falling asleep. I back up into the water ready to actually clean myself off and get to bed.
Suddenly, I feel a hand come from behind me to shove some sort of wet cloth into my mouth. The hand is so big that it covers the lower half of my face. I can taste the overwhelming odor of feet, when I realize that my own filthy socks are being pushed into my mouth. I try to back away in revulsion, but I just run into an enormous body behind me, the hand still pressing my dirty socks into my mouth.
I feel his chin on my head. I'm 5'10, so this guy must be enormous. I know it's a guy because simultaneously with feeling his chin, I feel something long and hard pressed against my ass and lower back.
In my drunken state, it doesn't even occur to me why this guy might have his hard cock pushing at my ass. All I know is that I need to get my socks out of my mouth. Unfortunately, his huge hand over my face made spitting the socks out impossible, and his clearly extremely muscular body behind me was keeping me from getting away.
I smell the duct tape before I see it. The man uses his free hand to press the end into my right cheek. He then quickly pulls it across my face, moving his other hand out of the way just as the tape came across my mouth. I heard the loud rip of the tape quickly rolling off as he passed the whole roll of duct tape around my head 4 or 5 times. I can feel the tape in my hair around the back of my head, and I am dreading having to pull it out of there.
I reach up to pull the tape off of my face. I'm still solely focused on my mission of getting the socks out of my mouth. He chuckles, a deep alarming noise, as he grabs my hands and pulls them straight down to my side. He holds my arms down with his left arm as he uses his right to run the duct tape roll around my hips, firmly trapping my wrists at my side. It has probably been less than a minute since I first felt his hand on my face, and I am now completely helpless.
He pulls me back into his body again. I feel his cock harder than ever against my ass. His pubic hair scratching my ass and his chest hair rubbing on my back. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, "I was really looking forward to getting my cock sucked tonight. I really don't want to hear your whining though, so it looks like you'll have to satisfy me in other ways."
He grinds his hips into my ass as he speaks. The base of his cock slips between my cheeks, the tip still pressed against my lower back, and the gravity of my situation finally occurs to me.
