Grab your pants and run

Without even thinking, you pull your pants up, and sprint out of the room. The cool, night air hits your blushing skin as you fly out the doors, and sprint toward your dorm. You don't stop or look back until you're safely inside your private quarters. After the initial wave of humiliation dissipates, all you can do is be grateful that you stuffed your pants tonight. You can't even fathom the level of humiliation had your natural, tiny bulge been on display.

It takes some time, but the adrenaline wears off, and you manage to get yourself to sleep. Waking up the next day is difficult, but you manage to get up. You decide to stuff the sock back into the front of your briefs for the day. Why go back on the decision now? You then grab a pair of cargo shorts and a red striped polo, pulling them on over your skinny body.

As you walk along the quad, nobody is talking about the night before, that you can hear. You relax a bit, until you see the gorgeous woman from the night before making her way toward you. Your heart beats heavy in your chest. You're not sure weather to run away, or throw up. Thankfully, your body chooses to sheepishly wave.

"Hey!" She says with a smile, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened last night. The guys here can be really immature sometimes."

You stare at the ground, trying your best to play it off. "No big deal. It happens."

"Well, I figured since I already got an eyeful, I sort of retroactively owe you at least a cup of coffee or something." She laughs, touching your arm, and you can swear her eyes momentarily flit down to your crotch, before coming back up to meet your gaze again, but it could have been your imagination.