Take the clothes

As Jake held the clothes in his hands, he thought back to his experience throughout the night. He remembered how he felt pressured to join in, how Rex and Amber belittled him the entire time, and how he had humiliated himself more than he ever thought he would. A sudden feeling of vindication overtook him. It was time for him to profit.

In an instant, Jake threw on the tank top, and slid into the athletic shorts. The clothes were baggy, he'd have to hold up the waistband of the shorts with one hand, but what mattered now was that he was dressed, and more importantly, that Amber wasn't.

Amber looked confused. "Jake?" she asked. "What's the plan here?"

A devious smirk crept across Jake's face, but he did his best to hide it, as he got down on one knee to get at face level with the naked girl on the ground. "Does your car have a spare key?'

"Huh? Yeah, in the glovebox, why?"

"I'll go and grab it, then drive back here to get you to your dorm," he explained. "You don't mind waiting with these guys, do you?"

Amber hesitated. She wasn't sure what to think of the plan, especially not sure about entrusting her car to Jake. But on the other hand, Jake stood up for her when everything seemed scary. They'd been through a lot tonight. "Okay," she finally said, "be safe."

Jake, feeling a bit high on his own swagger, blew a soft kiss, saying "I'll see you soon."

The sky was turning faintly orange from the rising sun as Jake arrived at his dorm. Stepping inside the halls, it felt good to be comforted by interior heating. He counted down the doors until he reached his number, 212. Reaching under the rug, he plucked his spare key, and reentered his own room.

At last back home, Jake let his new shorts drop to his ankles. Now this was a place where he *would* be comfortable without clothes. He threw off his tank top, and collapsed onto his bed, before hearing a wolf whistle from out in the hall.

Shit, he thought, as he kicked the door closed. He surprised himself. Before tonight, he'd have been devastated to know that someone had seen him naked, but as he lay atop his bedsheets, not a stitch covering him, he instead felt a bit of confidence. He couldn't help but sneer at the thought of Rex and Amber, both all alone in the night, without anything on them. He recalled them laughing at his small junk. Who's laughing now, he thought.

Looking down, he noticed his member standing up. Was he getting off on this? He wasn't sure what to make of it, but before he could tackle that question, there was one thing left to do. Reaching to his nightstand, he grabbed his phone, and dialed the number for the campus police.