I woke up and opened my eyes ... and immediately regretted it. My vision swam as my unfocused eyes stared up at the ceiling. A sharp pain grew just behind my eyes until it spread into a dull thudding in my entire head.
"Ughhh..." I moaned out.
After a few moments, my spinning vision cleared and the relentless drum beating in my skull dropped away to a faint ringing in the ears. I pushed myself to a half sitting position and realized I was on the floor. My bed was right next to me.
I scolded myself, "Damn, way too much to drink last night." I didn't even remember making my way back to the dorm last night. I'd been out partying last night at one of those stupid frat parties, hitting on Becky Walsworth. Well, trying and failing to hit on blond-haired Becky.
Pulling myself up off the floor, I managed to drop unceremoniously into my bed. And that was where the first odd thing of the day happened. Lying in bed, I noticed it wasn't my bed. On my bed, I had an old blue-green comforter that dad had given me when I went away to college. Now this bed had a pale peach blanket on it. Strange...
Looking around, I began to realize I wasn't in my dorm room. I had the last room on the 2nd floor Anderson Hall. The building was designed to have 24 dorm rooms to a floor. The university, ever budget conscious, had managed to slip one extra room on the floor. At less than a third the space of a regular dorm room, I paid the full price for my little suite. But then again I got the room all to myself and that was fine with me.
As I examined the room, I was struck by a very odd feeling. It was both my room and not. The same old crack in the wall, the same small window looking out to the tall maple trees and the parking lot beyond. But my laptop was missing from the small desk on the other side of the room. Replacing it was a set of books and papers. In the one corner atop the ancient dresser sat an old tube TV, one of those TVs with the long metal rabbit ears projecting from the top of the box.
I blinked a few times ... nope nothing changed.
"Okay..." I breathed out and got off the bed. Clearly I couldn't be in my room. As far as I knew the other floors in the hall had the same layout as mine. So it was reasonable to assume in a drunken stupor I managed to get myself into the wrong room last night.
Odd that I hadn't bothered the room's current resident when I must have barged in here and passed out last night. A quick examination in the room led me to believe that current resident was a woman. Some very feminine underwear lay in a small heap on the floor. Looking down at the black lace panties, I decided it would be a good idea to get out of here before the owner showed up.
I turned to leave when the door to the room opened. I stopped short as the figure entering the room froze in the doorway like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi-truck. I assumed as she stood there in nothing but her bathrobe she would either yell or run for help at my invasion of her room. But she just stood there and blinked a few times.
"Ummm," I began as I tried to shift my mind into gear and failed badly. It wasn't easy as her bathrobe wasn't hiding her body very well. Her long red hair was still wet from her shower. It was combed back and lay cascading down her back. Her skin was pale with a scattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose with wide green eyes on her narrow face. I could easily see the swell of her breasts against the thin fabric and the entire robe didn't even go halfway to her knees. My eyes linger way too long on her slender creamy white legs. She was very pretty.
In a faint and nervous voice she asked, "Did Cindy send you?"
She didn't wait for me to answer. Not that I had any idea who the hell Cindy was. As fast as I could snap my fingers she was through the door, closed it and covered the distance in the tiny space of the room to me.
"I don't normally do this," she said while trying to manage a small smile. "But this month it's been really bad. I have a paper due and I can't even focus for a minute."
"Ummm. I'm sorry?" I managed to say as she reduced the space between us to a few inches. I could smell her now. A fragrant scent of bath soaps and shampoos but also something else, something almost spicy filled my senses.
In a low husky voice, she whispered, "I've been so wet ... I used the shower head to get myself off twice, but it hasn't helped a bit."
What small part of my brain functioning properly told me something very odd was going on and I should try to get some sort of explanation. But attractive red-heads who show up and talk about being so horny they can't think straight had a great deal of my blood supply heading south. What I did manage to say was this -- "What can I do?"
"This," she said with a faint grin as she undid the skinny rope holding her robe on. She shrugged her shoulders and the thin bathrobe pooled on to the floor.
I looked her over and decided my previous estimate of her being pretty was an understatement. She was gorgeous and very naked. Her breast weren't necessarily large, a decent C cup, but they were firm and didn't sag at all. Her small pink nipples stood erect. My gaze lowered across her flat stomach and then to the small patch of red curls between her legs.
