Kasie’s Quiet Night at the Dorm

Kasie sighed as she peered up from her increasingly tall stack of textbooks — it was nearly 2am and she’d already spent six straight hours cramming for next week’s final exam.

Never mind that half the other freshmen in her dorm were out partying — either off campus or in fluidly varying parts of the building, perhaps below and above her simultaneously — and her three roommates had been gone since not too long after she cracked the books. She knew that college was about making smart choices, and this week, that meant laying off the drinks and sticking with her test prep routines right through the end of her first semester.

Of course, it’s not like her roommates didn’t try to get her to go out with them to hit the bars.

“Oh come onnnn! And you know how hot you look in that new outfit too. The guys are gonna be tripping over themselves to buy you shots all night! Have some fun!”

Well, you’ll just have to let me know how it is, she’d replied, enough times as it took to finally get them out of her hair.

Even some of the obviously over eager guys from one of the other floors stopped by and gave it their best shot.

“Kasie, you already look fine as hell...you don’t even need to dress up like these other girls. Come on, we’ll take care of you.”

Nope, sorry, thanks but no thanks...and by the way, just keep it on your pants, she’d thought.

And sure, even as the clock approached 3am, the noise was still making it tough to focus on classroom notes and complex formulas. There were drunken yelps and jeers, thumps from the bass booming on someone’s speakers, objects crashing throughout the building at random but seemingly predictable intervals. But she just tuned it out — or at least tried to.

Smart choices, she told herself — smart choices.

But it became even harder to focus when some of the loudest noises seemed to be coming progressively closer to hear room.

Damnit, she thought — it sounded like some of the guys from the room right down the hall.

“Bro! Uhhhh bro! Bro! Hahaha...yoooo that shit was fuckin crazy!”

“You see the tits on that one bitch! She was fuckin blue balling me for hours dude, it was fucked up...I was ready to take her back here when she was trying to leave, but she was just being such a fuckin bitch about it!”

“Fuck her!!!”

“Man, it’s fuckin killing me, I gotta bust a fuckin nut or I’m gonna go crazy...”

They were always screwing at the worst possible hours. And a couple of them had just seemed like flat out creeps from the moment she’d first seen them months ago — leering at her in passing, cracking jokes about her body under their breath, all that typical annoying crap. Tonight’s conversation seemed to be par for the course.

At least they seemed to shut up a few minutes later — presumably after they either passed out in their room or started smoking one of the joints she always seemed to end up smelling from down the hall the morning after their escapades.

Kasie took it as a cue to think about finally passing out herself. It was so late after all — technically early by that point — and she figured that she might as well turn in and try to fall asleep before her roommates got back, anyway.

She closed the books and turned to start getting ready for bed. But another sound made her stop short.

Someone was trying to get into her room. Or at least that’s what it seemed like. She poked her head out from her bedroom and heard a haphazard scratching noise coming from the door to the dorm room — almost as if one of her roommates was struggling to fit the key in to unlock the door and get inside.

Kasie sighed again — well, it wasn’t the first time that happened. And so much for getting to sleep before they got back.

She walked over and opened the door, ready to catch one of her roommates stumbling over a broken heel or a ripped legging.

But it wasn’t one of her roommates.

“Woahhh haha...uhhhhh sorry, guess I got the rooms mixed up...been a crazy night, ya know?”

It was Rick — one of the true creeps from the room down the hall. Apparently he’d just decided to wander the dorm after his compatriots had settled in.

Dammit, she told herself, I shouldn’t have just opened the door like that. Not a smart choice.

“Hi Rick. Yep, wrong room. No problem. Have a good night.”

She moved to close the door — but before she could, he leaned in, almost falling into the room...brushing past her and teetering over and onto the cheap, half-broken couch in her living room.

“Hahaha hey well how can ya blame me, they all uhhhhh look alike, right...fuck, I’m so beat, I can barely stand up hahaha. Hey where’s your little girlfriends anyway?”

“They’re out, Rick. Yes I guess the rooms look similar but you know your room’s down the hall so I think you’d better get back there. I was actually just getting to sleep so I’d appreciate it if you head back over there now.”

But he clearly didn’t have any plans to do that. He leaned back, splayed out on the couch, and grabbed one of the bottles of water on her coffee table, opening it and taking a big swig.

“Ughhh but I’m so tired...just let me chill out for a minute, don’t be so uptight. And hey, you know you look uhhhhh damn good in those shorts, right? Haha see, I’m being nice!”

“Thanks, that’s nice of you. And I’d be happy to chat more some other time. But like I said, it’s really getting late and I was trying to sleep, so if you could please—“

He rose from the couch, panting and coughing, and put an uncomfortably firm hand on her shoulder.

“If I could please? If I could please what? Haha. You just gonna kick me out like that? I’ve had a tough night babe, uhhhh and you said I’m being nice, so maybe you should try to be a little nicer too. If you could uhhh please...”

His hand on her shoulder felt heavier, and she could feel his hot breath on her face and chest, as he looked her over with a hungry grin.

Smart choices, she told herself — smart choices. There had to be one here — a way to make this end. She started to flinch under his grip, which just seemed to fuel his fire.

“What ya doing babe, haha...see you’re not uhhhhh just gonna kick me out like that when I’m being nice like that. Fuck, you do look good don’t you...just loosen up and let’s have some fun...”

Her mind flashed back to one of the introductory seminars for freshmen that she’d hand to attend at the year. After all the big speeches she’d picked up one of the pamphlets off the table in the auditorium — it said “Basic Self Defense for Women” and there were some little icons depicting various concerning scenarios. She’d remembered pausing and thinking: Why is it always about teaching women how to defend themselves or how they can better control their surroundings? Why aren’t the administrators more focused on holding the young men accountable and preventing them from ever forcing someone to defend herself in the first place?

But there was no time for that policy argument right now. He was pushing her now.

“Hey uhhhhh which one’s your room babe? Wanna give me a tour? Haha you’re so pretty, you know how to have fun, don’t you...”

“Rick, I’m not going to show you my bedroom. You’re starting to make me uncomfortable. I’d really like you to leave now. And I...well, if you don’t, I know how to defend myself.”

What was she saying? Did she really know how to? Kasie didn’t even remember anything about the pamphlet. He must have been twice her size. And her comment was just going to make him more upset.

“Woah woah woahhhh...what do you mean about uhhhh, you know how to defend yourself? Defend yourself from what? I ain’t hurting you babe...haha, that would be a different story if I wasn’t being so uhhh nice.”

“You heard me Rick. I’m just trying to be polite and I understand you’ve had a long night. Please leave now.”

She hands started to shake. She just hoped he’d leave. But her nervousness just seemed to make him push harder. Too hard. Way too hard.

“Fine, you don’t want to show me your room, fine! But don’t be a bitch about it. It’s fine, we can do it on the couch. Just get the fuck down here, my balls are blue as fuck and you’re gonna help me out. Just like that...”

And just like that, as one hand pinned her shoulder to the wall, his other hand slid down to his pants and unzipped his fly — revealing his short, stubby penis and a pair of hairy, sweating testicles.

Before Kasie could even react, he muscled his arm over hers and forced her trembling hand onto his erection. She felt like screaming but all she could hear from herself was a deafening silence.

“Oh, you got soft little hands, don’t ya babe...mmmmmmmm you know how to care of it, don’t ya....now give it a kiss too, bitch.”

Smart choices, she told herself — smart choices. But now she was out of choices.

She ripped her hand away from him and followed her instincts.

“I warned you, Rick, but you’ve crossed the line by showing me the small penis that’s clearly made you such a small man.”

“You fuckin bitch, I—“

As he stepped back and rose his hands in anger, Kasie struck.

She pushed his chest as hard as she could, forcing him to stumble backwards, tripping over the edge of the couch, drunkenly struggling to regain his footing so he could take her down.

That was all the time she needed.

Just as he stood up, his genitals still hanging and bouncing outside his pants, she looked straight at them and put as much force as she could into a kick that hit him square in the balls.

“Oooof...”

She could barely believe she’d done it. But it seemed to work — for the moment. He doubled over, grunting and cursing, flailing his arms around trying to get her back in his grip.

“You fuckin bitch...you’re gonna regret that...”

He charged at her. But he was winded enough that she was ready.

Kasie let his weight carry him straight into her. She put both hands on his shoulders to steady herself. She mustered up whatever strength she has left to bring her knee up sharply, again crashing straight into his hanging testicles.

“Fuckin...bitch...oooohhhh...”

He hit the floor with a thud. She stepped back, adrenaline pumping. Would she need to try to hit him again?

No, not this time. He wasn’t getting up — just continuing his guttural moans.

“I was trying...to be...nice...oooohhh...fuckin blue balls...I just....needed...to blow a fuckin...load...goddamn bitches...ooooohhh...”

Kasie looked down at him — he was a crumpled, dirty mess. She felt strong. She’d made the right choice.

“Rick, I warned you. I told you I was ready to defend myself. You have no right to expect me to do anything about your ‘blue balls’ — and I hope you just learned something about that what happens when you try to make me touch them without my consent. Now it’s time for you to leave.”

“Ooohhh...I’m...sorry...babe...just...don’t....tell anyone about this...I’m...a nice...guy...”

She laughed.

“Oh, we’ll see what I do about that tomorrow. For now, goodbye.”

He started to crawl toward the door but kept struggling to stand up, as his inebriated state combined with the effects of her double shot to his balls made it hard to move. She strode over to open the door, walked back and yanked his arms, slowly dragging him out.

When Kasie left him lying outside her room, she saw his wilted package still hanging out of his pants and thought about whether to zip him back up before shutting the door on him.

What was the smart choice? She wondered.

Did it really matter? She wasn’t going to touch him again.

She left him lying there, his manhood exposed. She shut the door, took a long, deep breath, and finally — finally — jumped into bed.

It was probably an hour later when she was briefly woken up by the sound of her roommates screaming as they returned and saw Rick still lying outside the door, apparently passed out.

“Ohhhh my fucking gawddd! He cock is out! What the fuck! Hahahaha!”

They kicked him in the side to startle him awake.

“Rick, what the fuck are you doing out here like this? Rough night buddy? Hahaha!”

He looked up at them, as embarrassed as he’d ever been in his life.

“Oh shit...must’ve passed out...I uhhhh, that bitch, she ki— I mean...uhhh...nothing. Nothing happened. Yeah rough night, uhhhh, guess I almost uhhhh made it back. Haha.”

He slowly picked himself up and teetered back to his room.

The girls unlocked the door and hushed themselves while coming inside, assuming that Kasie had been sleeping for hours, even as they continued to whisper about what they’d just witnessed.

“Oh my gawdddd could you imagine if Kasie saw him like that? She would’ve freaked!”

“Totally! Good thing she was in bed! Jeez!”

Kasie just smiled and went back to sleep.

When she woke up the next day, she was surprised at herself. She didn’t walk straight over to the RA’s room to report Rick’s behavior — his assault on her — like she thought she would. It could be done soon, she said to herself, but maybe not just yet.

And over the coming days, everyone on the floor noticed a change in Rick. He stopped acting like the stereotypical creep or party animal — he barely even spoke, especially to the girls in the building.

The next time he happened to pass Kasie in the hallway, he wouldn’t look her in the eye — he just tried to rush along, head down, like a scared dog.

But just as they crossed paths, she leaned over briefly and whispered in his ear:

“You won’t be able to forget it. People are going to know what you did, Rick. And don’t worry, when I tell them, I’ll tell them everything...not just that you made me touch your fucking balls, but that I broke them...and you.”