Anonymous Story: 2nd Floor Bathroom

Anonymous Story: 2nd Floor Bathroom

I awake from my fog, I hadn’t blacked out but I had browned out. The last thing I remember was dancing with him on the wet and slippery floor of the frat basement. The air was thick and moist with a strong stench of alcohol. I remember turning my head around as we continued to dance and I started to make out with him. I was enjoying being loose and free in the moment. I wouldn’t have done it if I was sober; I wouldn’t have even talked to him if I was sober. I don’t know why my slurred mind didn’t process the bad decisions I was making. When I awoke from my haze I was no longer that carefree girl enjoying herself on the dance floor. I was on my knees in the upstairs bathroom with my back faced to a window that had no shades so all of the world could see what was occurring. I awoke with my arms wrapped around his legs and inserted in my mouth was his penis. My mind started to process where I was and what I was doing now, but I didn’t stop. I looked up at him to see him watching my movements as he moaned with enjoyment. I looked back down and pulled back my head so I wouldn’t have to taste his salty sweaty penis anymore. I replaced my mouth with my hand. I moved my hand back and forth, faster and faster because I was scared. As I was jerking him off I couldn’t look anywhere but the floor. I kept my eyes focused on the white tile that probably hadn’t been cleaned since the frat boys moved in. Still In a state of confusion, I didn’t know what to do.I wanted this to be over. I wanted to leave. I remember thinking I can’t leave, he hasn’t finished. I CANT LEAVE BECAUSE HE HASNT FINISHED!!!! I CANT FUCKING LEAVE BECAUSE HE HASNT FUCKING FINISHED!!!! Fuck! Why was I so stupid! I switched back to using my mouth thinking that would get him off quicker. I had no idea how long I had been in that 4 foot by 4 foot upstairs bathroom isolated by two floors from the 100 other people that attended the party. I had no idea how long I had been in that bathroom before I awoke. Had it been 30 seconds, 1 minute, 10minutes? As I proceeded to suck his dick I went back into a state of oblivion. I don’t remember the rest of this upstairs bathroom experience. I don’t remember if he came or not. Did we have sex? Did he finish inside of me? Did he wear a condom? Did he not realize that I was intoxicated to a point of unawareness? I’m sure he did. After pouring multiple cups of jungle juice on myself I reeked of alcohol, as I woke up the next morning I became aware that I smelled like I had just taken a bath in vodka. He must have smelled me. He must’ve known that anyone who smells that much like alcohol is not in a position to be alone with a stranger in the bathroom. But he didn’t care, he was enjoying himself. He was moaning. He was enjoying himself. He was encouraging me with his “yeahs” and “oohs”. He was enjoying himself. HE WAS ENJOYING HIMSELF!! Why the fuck was he fucking enjoying himself?? I was intoxicated beyond belief and he was enjoying himself. Why? I just don’t understand why he didn’t try to help me. But what if he didn’t know? What if he didn’t realize how fucked up I was and I’m painting a bad picture of him because I’m irresponsible and can’t take care of myself. Where were my friends to help me? L left me as she usually does and probably couldn’t care less about my well being at this moment. Always on a mission trying to find a man. Not that it’s her fault, we are both adults I should be able to take care of myself. This is college it’s the time to be selfish, but I really needed her in this moment. C was with me for a while. She was there on the dance floor. How did I escape with this guy. Did she try to stop me? I’m sure she did. Why didn’t I listen? Did she even know that I had left? How the fuck did I get in this situation? I was working really hard not to get this fucked. I worked so hard to not be a whore. Does this act make me a whore? A slut? I am a whore. I am a slut. Why the fuck did I even talk to this guy. Why the fuck did I get myself into this situation. This situation sucks. Not knowing anything sucks. I hate this. I will never know what really happened. The week after I went back to the same frat house. I didn’t really want to go but L convinced me because she was on a mission to get with a guy. I went sober and planned on staying sober. I had about 1.5 beers and was slightly buzzed but still very much in control. I would’ve loved to chug all the alcohol in that house so I wouldn’t have to endure the pain of being back. She asked me to go pee with her and we went to that same upstairs bathroom. I didn’t know that was the bathroom we were going to. I became overwhelmed, everything was too familiar. Seeing everything in a much clearer state of mind made me so upset that the poor girl on her knees a week earlier didn’t just get up and leave. It made me upset that the girl was on her knees on that bathroom floor in the first place. Later that night someone introduced me to that same guy. The frat boy asked do you guys know each other. Sitting on the couch, I stared wide eyed up at the standing guy whose penis had been in my mouth 2 floors above us a week prior to this encounter. He responded with “I think we’ve met before”.

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WYR

WYR

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