Older men at the dorm party

Katie was a striking girl; her face was very pretty, with green/gold eyes, a creamy complexion and full, pink lips. Her face was framed by layers of soft coppery hair which she kept shiny and healthy. She was of a pretty average height and slim, but she had a large chest for her build, about a 36D. Katie mostly liked wearing t-shirts and jeans, but her shirts were always tight due to her bountiful breast. She was 19 and at the peak of her beauty. She used to run on her high school cross country team, which had garnered her a gorgeous pair of sculpted legs. Katie had a boyfriend, but he was away at school in Los Angeles, so she spent most of her weekends at college in NY with her friends at parties and concerts.
It was a Friday night, and Katie was at a dorm party. She knew most of the people there from classes, but there were a few older guys whom she didn’t recognize. It seemed a little creepy to her that these 30-something men were hanging out in a college dorm with 19 year-olds, but she figured they knew someone there, and anyway, who was she to judge? They all drank vodka and cranberry juice as the hours ticked by, and Katie was feeling pretty good, as she joked and laughed with her friends. She kept noticing one of the older guys staring at her, and it made her a little uncomfortable. She pulled down on her little t-shirt to ensure it was covering her stomach properly. She noticed a flicker of pleasure in the older man’s eye, and she looked away and blushed. He was scruffy and plain, and wore a coat and jeans. His hair was disheveled and he seemed in need of a shower. He was probably someone’s hippy friend who they got their pot from, she thought. He had a couple of other guys with him, and they were both talking loudly and drinking with her friends Mike and Carl. She felt like escaping the man’s gaze for a bit, so she stood up and quickly walked out of the dorm room, grabbing her bag and taking a cigarette out of it. She walked down the short hallway to an exit stairwell, where she opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony of the 4th floor. She lit up the cigarette and took a drag, admiring the artificially lit night sky. She heard the door open behind her, and a few other people come out, talking amongst themselves. She kept looking ahead, hoping they wouldn’t talk to her.
One of the men came up next to her, his own cigarette in hand. “Could I get a light off you?” the man looked down at Katie, making eye contact with her chest.
“Uh, sure,” she said, handing him her lighter, and taking a nervous drag of her own cigarette.
“You are gorgeous, you know that?” the man said, not taking his eyes off her chest. The wind began picking up, and Katie’s nipples grew hard from the cold. She tried turning away from this man so he wouldn’t notice.
“Here you go,” he said, turning her around to hand her the lighter back. His eyes lit up again at the sight of her pert breasts with their hardened nipples sitting nicely underneath her well worn t-shirt.
“I really like your shirt, what does it say?” He began tracing a finger over her chest, on the tops of her breasts, reading the name of the guitar company aloud.
“Hey!” Katie shouted, dropping her cigarette. The man grabbed her quickly by the ass, pulling her toward him, and pressing her chest into his. “Come on, baby, let’s dance. This song is great,” he commented, beginning to sway her around to the music coming out of her friend’s dorm room window. She heard the other men laughing behind them and the doors closing as they left the balcony. With one hand tight on her ass, the man pulled his hand up between them and got a handful of her right breast.
“What are you doing?” Katie demanded, squirming in his strong, drunken grasp. She tuned her head quickly to escape his warm wet mouth coming in for contact with her face and neck. He pinned her up against the balcony rail, and got a hand up her shirt, cupping her breast, squeezing it as his leg pressed between her legs, pinning her further. “Stop! Gross!” Katie yelled, pushing him away with both hands. He held her fast, licking her neck and roughly rubbing her nipple with his fingers. “You are so hot, baby, did you know that? You’re so cute,” he insisted. She could feel his cock hard against her leg, and she used one large burst of strength to push him off her. He pushed his knee into her groin harder, and she cried out, surprised, and tripped over his knee as she tried to get away. She was on her belly on the ground, and the man took ample advantage of her position. He laid down on top of her back, pinning her painfully to the cement floor, and brought his hand up underneath his hips to lay between her ass cheeks on top of her jeans. His hand then moved down past her ass near her vagina, and he rubbed there hard with his fingers. “I bet you’re a hot fuck, sweetheart,” he said, grinding his hips into her shapely ass, while sawing his fingers in between her legs. “Get the fuck off me!” She yelled, pushing her shoulders up of the ground. She elbowed him in the face, and he groaned, lifting himself up and holding his cheek where she had hit. Katie quickly got up and ran to the girl’s room, where she got into a stall and locked the door behind her. She tried to think quickly what her next steps should be, but her head kept spinning around from all the vodka and pot she had indulged in that evening, and she got a little dizzy. Listening for what seemed like a minute, she finally calmed down, hearing no footsteps.