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My hips began to tighten as I started to buck them hard against my hand, whimpering as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I was so worked up from the locker room that cumming would only take a few moments. My climax was coming upon me like a tidal wave, looming over me ominously just before it crashed hard right over me, sending my body into a squirming writhing convulsion of pleasure. I couldn’t help myself as I let out a loud, satisfied cry of ecstasy as I began to turn into a puddle against my blankets. My body felt warm from my fingers to my toes, and soon I felt the enticing promise of sleep, dreaming oblivion calling my name.
The longer I closed my eyes the more I felt myself drawn into the comfort of my bed, feeling the near weightlessness as I rested on the mattress. The more I fought against the soothing promise of rest, the tighter it held, pulling me into the warm embrace of comforting sleep. I glanced again at Becky’s clock, blinking blearily before I could no longer hold my eyes open, looking at the arms softly ticking their way around before my world was consumed by darkness.
I woke back up with a start, blinking as I sat myself up.
The room was still empty and exactly as I had left if before I’d fallen asleep, which was odd. Had I only been asleep for a few minutes? It had felt like I’d been out for at least a few hours at the very least. But if that were the case, then were was Becky?
I looked over at the alarm clock, shocked to find the hands reading two-fifty-seven in the morning. Becky should have been back hours ago. Worry settled into my stomach as I took out my phone to check whether maybe she’d left me a message to say she’d be longer than expected—but the only thing I found was a notice to update my Facebook app. Something felt wrong—a feeling in my gut that honestly defied a logical explanation. I knew that I needed to make sure Becky was all right.
I pressed my thumb against the first speed dial option in my phone, immediately bringing Becky’s face up on my screen as it began to ring. But before it even got past the first ring I heard the chipper sounds of Becky’s voice.
“Hey! You’ve reach Becky! I’m not able to get to the phone right now but please leave your name and number and I’ll—”
I pressed the red “end call” button with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose in an attempt to calm myself. Already I could feel my stomach clenching nervously, my mind concocting scenarios where Becky was on the side of the road somewhere in a ditch. But the more I thought about it the more I hoped that I was only overreacting. Maybe she’d just had herself more of a good time with Greg than she’s expected and the two of them were back at his place.
I tried to call again, but once more was put through straight to voicemail.
“Hey, Becky, it’s Jessica,” I said into the phone after the beep. “I’m just calling to make sure you’re okay. It’s like, three-a.m. and I just thought I’d check in since you said you’d be back earlier. If you’re like, doing something with Greg, that’s fine I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Just do me a favor and just call or text me whenever you get this so I know you’re all right.”
As I set my phone down, I thought that the smartest thing to do would be to just go back to sleep and hope that by the morning Becky had either come back to the dorm, or gotten back to me. But when you’re not sure whether your friend is all right, it’s hard to close your eyes let alone get a good night’s sleep. Luckily for me, I didn’t have time for either.
Just as I was about to close my eyes I heard the loud, sustained buzzing of my phone jittering against my bedside table. I jumped up so fast there could have been a fire underneath me, scrambling for my phone in time to swipe my thumb across the green “answer” button.
“Becky?” I asked, hardly even recalling looking at the caller I.D.
“Jess?” came a voice I knew was hers, but something about it seemed different, almost like she’d just woken up. “Is that you?”
“Yeah, Becky, it’s me. Are you okay?”
“I don’t know where I am,” she said, her words slurred and slowed. “Can—can you come get me?”
“Becky, what happened?”
“I’m really scared,” she said, and I could already hear her trying to hold back a sob. “I think something happened to me, Jess. I don’t feel right.”
“Can you see anything familiar? Are you still on the campus?” I asked, standing up and running over to put on my sneakers. I didn’t even both putting on real clothes and slipped out the door in just my pajama bottoms and T-shirt.
“I… I think so,” she mumbled. “I see the message board, near the dorms…”
“All right, Becky I’m on my way, okay? Don’t move from that spot.”
“I—yeah…” she mumbled. “Okay. I think I’m just gonna lie down.”
“Becky, I need you to stay awake, okay?” I said as I jogged through the hallways, shocked to see more than a few girls up, their dorm doors open. I wasn’t sure what compelled me to ask, but before I knew it I was begging others for help as I passed by in the halls, a trail of people following after me as we made our way out of the dorms and onto the campus grounds.
“Becky?” I asked, only a groggy, half-awake mumble came in reply. “Sweetie, put your phone in the air and try to flag us over. The light will tell us where you are.”
For a long moment there was no reply as I scanned the area for any signs of my best friend or the light from her phone. It felt like I was standing there for minutes just looking for the faintest glimmer of her screen.
“There!” one of the other girls shouted, pointed toward a tiny glimmer of light almost one-hundred yards away. I broke into a run, chasing after that faint light as though my life depended on it—since I was sure that my friend’s life just might.
Behind me I could hear the sounds of the other girls from our dorm, none of their paces as frantic as mine as I ran at almost breakneck speeds toward that glimmering light. My side burned, my body unused to running almost the length of an entire football field without stopping. But before I knew it I was kneeling at my friend’s side as she lay in the crisp green lawn.
“Becky?” I whispered as I knelt down beside her, brushing her long hair out of her face. “Becky, honey, what happened?”
“Jess?” she asked, blinking up at me blearily. “I was just talking to you on the phone.”
Something was definitely wrong.
It took us a few minutes to get Becky up and more coherent. Together with the help of a few of the other girls from the dorm we managed to help her back over to the steps of our building. With most of the excitement gone, some of the girls had wandered back inside to get some sleep, something I could hardly blame them for in the slightest.
“Becky, what happened?” I asked, kneeling down beside her on the front steps. “Did something happen to you while you were out?”
“I’m… I’m okay, Jess,” she said, her words mumbled and slurred. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said that Becky was drunk off of her ass. That explanation would have been more than enough for her behavior, except for the complete lack of smell that came with drinking that much alcohol.
“You’re not, sweetie,” I said, peering into her eyes to try and get a better look. They weren’t bloodshot, but as I gently tilted her head up to catch a better light from the lamp, I could see how glassy her eyes had become.
“She’s acting like she’s on something,” one of the girls said. “What’re her eyes like?”
“Glassy,” I replied, frowning. Becky wasn’t the kind of girl to ever go out and do anything so reckless as take drugs. “And she’s almost acting like she’s drunk.”
“I don’t want to freak you out, or anything,” the girl said, her brow furrowed in concern, “but I think that your friend might have been roofied.”
“What? Are you sure?” I asked, my eyes going wide.
“No,” she said her hands up in an almost defensive gesture. “You’d have to get a drug test for that. But something like this happened to a friend of mine, and when she came to, they f
ound out that she’d been assaulted.”
“Jesus,” I said, running my fingers through my hair nervously. “What do we do?”
“I’ll get campus PD on the phone and tell them what happened,” she said, pulling out her cellphone, “just stay with her and make sure that she doesn’t try to get up. They’re going to want to ask her some questions.”
“Right.” I nodded, turning my attention back to Becky. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I whispered to her, hoping to God I wasn’t making a liar out of myself.
A loud buzzing made my jump, my gaze drawn down to the phone I’d set down on the stairs right beside Becky, watching it for a moment as it whirred and then stopped moving.
Who the hell is texting me at almost four in the morning? I wondered, picking the phone up and unlocking it with a swipe of my finger.
The only alert I had was from an unknown number, a paperclip icon beside the number notifying me that I’d also gotten an attachment to go along with it.
