Your Dorm Room

It's a long walk back to the dorm and it will be extremely uncomfortable in wet, muddy clothes, but at least the walk will give Melody time to sober up. You put an arm around her waist and she slips one across your shoulders. Together, you are able to start walking a straight line up the hill. Your friend gives you a sidelong glance. "Jush so we are clear, I'm not too fucked up ta walk home by myself. If anyone asks, I got inta a fight wit' a biker gang."

"Right." You reply, trying to keep a straight face.

"An' they shoulda seen tha other guys."

"Of course." You can't hold back and start chuckling. You don't say much else on the walk back to the dorm, but being this close to Melody does help the time fly by and you get to your dorm a lot quicker than you assumed. As you walk in the front door, you see your dorm-mates Scott and Dirk sitting on a couch in the communal lounge eating popcorn and staring at a blank TV screen (which is not an unusual evening activity for them). They both turn their heads as you walk in.

"Wow." Dirk says simply. "You two look drenched."

"Shoulda brought an umbrella with you, dude." Scott chimes in. You shoot him a dirty look and he immediately buries his face in his popcorn.

"Are you feeling okay, Melody?" Dirk asks, concerned.

"Dunna worry about me, Dirk." She says, still slurring a bit. "I just fought a biker gang."

"Did you." Dirk raises an eyebrow. He glances over at you and you simply shrug.

"You should have seen the other guys." You reply before heading to the stairs to get Melody back to your room. Once there, you slump against the wall to catch your breath.

"Whaz wrong? Tired or something?" Your roommate asks, slipping out of your arms.

"Tired of hauling your ass up a hill, yes."

"I thought my ass was adorable enough to put up with." She teases you on your previous comment. She immediately starts to strip out of her shirt, tossing the muddy garment onto the floor and leaving her in a black bra.

"Whoa, there. Slow down a second." You quickly pipe up. Melody glances over her bare shoulder.

"What? I am not stayin' in these wet clothes fer another minute." A small hint of mischievous smile appears on her face. "Yer lookin' a bit antsy 'bout seeing me in just my undies, Jack."

"I just want to make sure you stop at the underwear. You don't have the best track record for keeping your clothes on when you get drunk." You remind her.

"Don' be such a prude." She chastises you as she loosens her mini skirt and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her equally black panties. You **** a bit when you realize she is wearing a things and her bare ass cheeks are visible to you. It is every bit as adorable as you joked about earlier. "I should get nekkid right now jus' to spite you."

As nice as that sounds, and as easily as you could goad her into doing it, you hold back from exploiting her intoxication. "Finish sobering up in the shower first and see if you still want to get stark naked." You say, as you start to take off your own shirt.

"Killjoy." She huffs, but obediently marches off the the bathroom to shower. You exhale sharply and try to calm yourself down. Hanging out in your underwear was not an uncommon occurrence, but never in sexy underwear like that. You close your eyes and mentally chastise yourself for getting aroused. You can take care of business later, you just have to get through the evening. You finish stripping down to your boxers as the shower turns on. You pick up all the clothes from the floor and place them in the appropriate hampers. You thoughts keep drifting to Melody and imagining her naked in the shower. This was going to drive you bonkers. Maybe there is enough time to rub one out before she gets out of the shower.