Part VII
Bethany awoke to familiar surroundings, although that still didn't help to ease the throbbing behind her skull. She turned her head and saw Jared still lying exactly as she had left him the night before, snoring loudly. Not taking any care to mask her movements, not that she could have anyways with all the stuff tossed about the room, Bethany found some semblance of clothing. Most of it happened to belong to Jared. "But that's the price you pay when you go to bed with a sexy chick," Bethany thought to herself. Tossing one of Jared's baggy T-shirts and some athletic shorts on Bethany found her own scattered clothing and walked out of the room.
The common room was a similar scene to Jared's bedroom. Assorted guys and girls in various positions, some still entwined, others collapsing where they stood, or rather where they used to be standing. Still others had at least managed to find a couch or a chair that was probably unoccupied when they fell asleep but now had a person or two draped over their sleeping bodies. Taking care not to drop any of her clothing on the various bodies sprawled across the floor Bethany bent over to pick up her heels. Standing again caused her sight to sway as the blood rushed to her head compounding the already massive pulsing behind her skull. Steadying herself against the door she used her few unused fingers to pry the door open and slip into the hallway.
***
Jared was mildly aware of Bethany's departure only a few minutes earlier, but decided he better not say anything. Mostly this was due to the fact that he didn't know what to say, but also because making any sound at all was causing a fierce amplifying echo inside his skull that wasn't exactly pleasant. Just then the sun hit that perfect angle that he hated so much and streamed in through the side of his of his window shade to blast his closed eyes.
"Alright, for real this time I'm moving my damn bed," Jared thought for the umpteenth time as he turned over rubbing his eyes to ease the pain. It was then that he realized as he moved his legs that he was still wearing the condom from the night before. "Damnit I didn't even clean up last night. Fuck this is gross," his mind reeled. Summoning all his will power Jared swung his feet out over the bed and reached down to pull off the cum-stuck condom. He pulled gently on the tip and pushed at the base feeling the dried cum slowly pull away from his skin. Finally, Jared held the condom in his hand for a brief second before tossing it in the trash can beside his bed.
Walking over to the bathroom he grabbed a pair of athletic shorts from the chair next to his desk and slipped into them. Walking across the room he grabbed a pair of boxers, and another clean pair of shorts from his dresser and made his way to the bathroom. He was careful to avoid the people scattered across the floor, and even more so was amazed at how many people he had invited last night. "As a matter of fact," he thought glancing at the guy slumped against the wall outside the bathroom, "I definitely don't know this kid. Gotta stop letting Brad invite random guys over to drink our booze."
He closed the door to the bathroom behind him, and took a quick survey to make sure no one was passed out on the tile floor. Satisfied no one was curled over the toilet he reached over and turned on the shower. Stepping out of his shorts, he placed his clean clothes on a nearby countertop, and stepped into the warming shower. Sighing he let the water wash over his shoulders and turning around to face the drain began to relieve himself of last night's liquid courage.
"Nothing like a good morning piss to start your day off right," Jared thought, then corrected himself. "Well except waking up to find Bethany still there and begging for more." He knew he should be angry with himself, he had intended to talk to Kim that night about everything, and although he had no doubt that she would forgive him, he highly doubted that she would want to get back together with him. "Well no use in wondering now, not much to say when you're licking salt off a girl's nipple and your ex walks in." Shaking his head he chuckled a little, and looking down his chest he said, "It's your fault you know. Getting me into all this trouble."
He squeezed his dick and felt the final ends of his stream flow out , and he reached down to shake loose the last drops. Only something wasn't quite the same. He looked down again and felt his dick in his hands. It felt smaller, which was ridiculous he knew, but definitely it didn't look as a big as before. "Eh, don't worry about it, it's probably just the water." He said to himself, shaking it off, "Either that or I'm still wicked drunk."
Although he still explored this new development, he eventually convinced himself he was imagining things as he finished up his shower. "No normal person's dick shrinks," he thought drying himself off and slipping into his boxers. And he would have been right if this was any normal circumstance.
***
"Damn, maybe I shouldn't have rolled these so much at the waist, they're rubbing like crazy." Bethany muttered as she finally made it to her door. The shorts she had on were rolled at the waist a half-dozen times to make an effective pair of short-shorts. Unfortunately for some strange reason it was rubbing rather annoyingly at her pussy and creeping up her butt to give her an awful wedgie. Regardless, she reached into her small purse and opened the door with the key stepping inside.
She dropped her clothes and purse in a pile right outside the door and making straight for the bathroom she only paused to grab a cup from her desk beside the door. The cold tile felt amazing beneath her feet as she opened the medicine cabinet above her sink and pulled out a bottle of Advil. Popping a couple pills into her mouth she filled the cup using the sink faucet and downed the hopeful saviors to the rest of the day. Reaching over to the shower she turned the knob and pulled her shirt off over her head. She wriggled out of Jared's shorts and stepped into the shower thankful for the soothing water.
She reached down with a hand to massage the inside of her legs where they had been rubbing hoping that it was more from the shorts than from things that she didn't quite remember doing last night. "I'm pretty sure I only fucked Jared last night, so why does it feel like I took a half dozen guys last night," she thought to herself. Then she remembered the strange thing that had happened when she was fucking Jared. Taking a hand she took her finger and gently let it walk over her pussy lips, feeling the familiar light electricity course through her legs. Taking things a little further she took her other hand and began massaging her nipples. As her hands flicked and toyed with her hardened nipples she thought, "they felt a little smaller than normal, in fact my boobs feel lighter for some reason-OH GOD!"
Her previous thought was shattered as her pussy exploring finger brushed up against her clit sending heat coursing in waves through her body. Well that answers that question, she thought as she felt her body temperature rising, guess it was just Jared being...inadequate last night, OOOOHHH. Her finger continued to probe its way around her clit, but despite her sensations, Bethany was a little confused. She knew her body pretty intimately, and well to be blunt, her clit was never this big. She was pretty sure she could actually, "MMMPPHHHH, OOOOOHHH GOOOODDD," she said aloud as her train of thought was temporarily broken. "Yep I can definitely massage it with two fingers." Her mind running away quickly towards her pleasure senses, she began to have an internal debate with herself. It was quickly apparent though her logical thought was losing.
"What's going on?"
"Never mind that who cares."
"Why is your clit bigger?"
"Who cares! Just, GOOODDD THAT FEELS GOOD!"
"But what if something's wrong?"
"I DON'T CARE! MMMPPHH, OH-"
"YES, YES, YES, I'M CUMMING!!" Her voice finally erupting from her throat.
***
She got out of the shower feeling like she had just had the best fuck of her life. She reached for the towel hanging up on the wall and used the towel rack as a support to hold her trembling legs. She dropped her head looking at the pussy nestled between her legs and how it puffed out slightly to incorporate her enlarged clit. "Not just bigger," she reminded herself, "soooo much more sensitive." She pulled herself up and toweled off as much as she wanted to before walking out into her room. Grabbing a pair of panties from the dresser beside her bed she shimmied into them, thankful that they didn't rub the way Jared's shorts had earlier. She reached into another drawer and drew out a pair of pajama pants and a loose fitting T-shirt. Today was definitely going to be a day to veg-out since she didn't have to work and recovering from last night. "Who am I kidding," she mused, "recovering from this morning is the only thing on my mind."
At least that was before there was a knock on her door.
Bethany groaned a little and crossed the room opening the door.
"Wow what's it with me and catching girls in their underwear today?"
"I'm in my pj's."
"Close enough."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Miranda and I just moved onto this floor. I'm a transfer student."
Bethany eyed the tall curvy black girl standing in front of her, "Aaaaand what do you want from me?"
"Aren't you the floor advisor? I thought maybe you could show me around and help introduce me to some of the girls."
Bethany shook her head thinking, "I definitely do not have time for this." She responded though, "Alright first off, I'm not the floor advisor-"
"But you have a single room? I thought all floor advisors had singles."
"They do," Bethany said pointing across the hall, "And she's right there. Or at least she would be if she wasn't at work."
"Ok, then how do you have a single?"
"I used to date the old floor advisor before he graduated last year. He gave me the room right before I broke up with him."
"Oh," The black girl eyed Bethany, "Aren't you only a sophomore?"
"And I dated a senior yes." Bethany said eager to get this girl to shut up and go away, "And back to your original question, it's only like what noon?"
"It's 2 PM actually."
"Like I said," Bethany said rubbing her head. Her headache was coming back, and this girl was not helping, "It's way too early for these girls to be up. Try coming back around five or so."
"Night owls huh," Miranda said, then put her finger up to her cheek, as if in thought. Then her eyes brightened up, a brilliant shade of emerald green if Bethany had ever seen one, "Why don't I give you my number and you can call me if you girls end up going out?"
