Stay in the bath

Cathy Martin looked around, wasn't sure at first where she was, let alone how she got there. The blonde American lifted herself up from the fuzzy pink rug on the floor of the bathroom.

"Arrrgh!" she cursed softly to herself, lifting one hand to the back of her head. It felt like someone had slammed a frying pan into the back of it. She held her head in her hands, resting her chin on her pulled-up knees, hoping the pain would go away. As Cathy sat on the floor, she tried to remember what had happened to bring her here. She could come up with very little. The last she remembered, she was fighting to stay awake in the lounge with her new classmates, having had way too much liquor.

The back of her head continued to pulse, making it hard for Cathy to lift her head upright.

'Christ!' she thought to herself. 'My first night in a new country, and I get too pissed to know what I did!' The busty blonde managed to lift herself to her feet and shakily make her way over to the vanity of the shared bathroom. 'I hope I didn't do anything to embarrass myself already!'

Cathy opened the medicine cabinet, glad she had placed the toiletries and medications she had brought from home in the small bathroom earlier in the evening. She shakily coaxed two Tylenol from the plastic bottle and recapped it, using a paper cup of tap water to wash the headache medicine down.

Cathy closed the door of the cabinet, only now glancing at her reflection in the mirrored front.

The American exchange student couldn't believe the image that greeted her. A tousled platinum mane framing features she could barely recognize. Her eyelids heavy, her face flushed, her full lips somehow even more pulpy-looking. Her eyes dropped lower, and it was only then she came to the realization she was standing naked in the bathroom.

The British History student's mouth dropped open as she brought her delicate hands to the round globes of her titties. She touched the lip-sized bruises that speckled the milky, tender flesh. She knew what they were, her boyfriend back in the States often left them on her neck after some passionate groping in the backseat of his parents' Taurus. But now, here they were, on her most intimate of areas. And not a boy in sight.

Cathy looked around, no clothes in sight either. She shuddered. What had she done last night?

It was only then that the sound of the running shower caught her attention, the pounding in Cathy's head already easing. A soft voice singing behind the curtain. She couldn't tell who.

The naked American teen could only come to one conclusion. The person behind the translucent curtain was the one responsible for her current condition, the one who knew what had happened to her these last six odd hours. She padded silently over towards the clawfoot bathtub.

Cathy found a split in the vinyl and peered into the shower. Despite the spray and steam, it was obvious who it was from the fair skin and dark hair. It was Jo, the blind PoliSci major who had taken her breath away when she had asked to touch her sensitive titties. The blonde watched as the blind girl rinsed the soap off her gentle curves.