Chapter 1

What have I got myself into? I am an eighteen-year-old painfully shy and modest virgin, and first-year university student. Whose total sexual experience to date is having given three hand-jobs and had my boobs felt up a couple of times. Nobody has ever touched my pussy, and here I am about to suck off four guys. Guys I didn’t even know a few hours ago. What a way to end my first week at University.

It had all started off innocently enough. My flatmates, Kerry, Charlotte and Charlotte’s boyfriend, plus four other guys and myself, who are all engineering or maths students, drinking wine and chilling out after a hard week of lectures and studying.

After a while, Charlotte and Kerry had left, leaving the four guys and me alone. That’s when the cards came out, and we played poker. Then after several glasses of wine, Mike suggested that we up the fun and play strip poker. Now, at the time, I wasn’t a drinker but was still sober enough to understand that was a route I didn’t want to take.

“Whoa, guys, that’s not for me,” I said.

“It will be OK. It’s just a bit of fun, and you can back out at any time after a hand has finished,” Chris said, trying to convince me to play.

“What’s the rules,” asked Paul.

“Simple five-card draw no betting or antes. Losing a hand has to remove one piece of clothing,” Mike said.

I pointed out that there were four of them, and only one of me, but Paul said that was to my advantage because there were four of them for me to get to see. Now I’m pretty good at cards due to my analytical mind and maths expertise. I also knew that I had to have more clothes on than any of the guys, so I agreed. That, and the fact I did have a buzz one, and at least three of them were pretty hot. What harm can it do, I thought to myself, and I can always back out as Chris had said.

Things went well for me at first, and the guys were all stripped off to their underwear. And to be fair, as I said, they were all hot. Mike and Steve were down to their boxers, Paul had boxers and T-shirt, and Chris had boxers and a sock. I had only lost one shoe. I couldn’t believe my luck.

Then I hit a terrible run of luck and lost two straight hands, so off came my other shoe, then my belt.

“Hey,” said Steve, “that’s not an item of clothing.”

“Yes, it is,” I argued. “It’s as much an item

of clothing as a shoe.”

“But our belts came off with our pants,” Steve replied.

“More fool you then!” I hit back at him.

The rest of the guys agreed I could count my belt. I’m pretty sure that they felt I’d pull out of the game if I couldn’t, and I was getting the vibe that they were very keen to see me in my undies.