Honestly, I just really wanted to leave that party, it was too hot and way too crowded. You wouldn't leave my side and I am horrible at being lonely so I invited you to come back to my room. On our awkward walk back up to my room in Houston all the words that you said were
"I'm Chris" or maybe it was Nick?
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Are you sure?"
And I kept saying yes as I downed the beer I found in my jacket pocket, as I walked zigzag because of how drunk I already was.
Back in my room you never asked me if I wanted to have sex, you just ripped off my clothes and fucked my body. All I remember was the obscenities you whispered at me, how everything felt like a script I was following in my head and nothing was real.
The next morning has to be the worst of my entire life. Theres only two things I remember 1) the beautiful sunshine coming thru my window, and me thinking 'shit I forgot to text my roommate to come back' and 2) waking up to you on top of me cumin outside my pussy then pushing me to the wall so you could spread yourself all over my bed like the champ you were.
The next time I woke up later that morning was the first time I have ever looked down at my body and not recognized it. I looked besides me and there you were snoring like a baby. For about 20 minutes I laid there trying to gather the courage to get up to try to call someone. But what if he wakes up and wants to have sex again? where was my phone? where was my roommate? When I finally got the courage to jump out of bed and run to the bathroom I stood under scolding water trying to wash you off my skin, waiting for you to leave, praying that my roommate would come back and you'd leave.
I came back to the room and was forced to dress in front of you, was forced to sit on the edge of MY bed feeling too embarrassed to tell you to leave. When your uber was outside you hugged me and left. I went back to sleep and I hoped I would never wake up again.