Chapter 5

It has been about a month since my blackmail gang blowjob session with the four boys, and all that time my mind was in turmoil about what had happened. But what was more worrying were my responses during the session.

At first, I had been horrified and ashamed at what I was being forced to do. Not physically forced but emotionally so. I know some will say it was my own fault playing strip poker with them anyway. To refuse to take my final piece of clothing off after losing was bad enough, but to then take on another bet knowing the consequences was more than stupid. What was worrying me more was my eventual enjoyment of what I was doing and that it didn’t take too long for me to do it.

I’m not that type of a girl! Yes, I know, plenty of men think I’m pretty and attractive, but I’m generally quite shy and reserved around them, and I am very innocent. But by the end of the session, not only had I acted like a slut, but I’d also enjoyed it.

Mike had carefully approached me a couple of days later and asked to speak to me. He told me Chris & Paul also wanted to talk to me. They all wanted to apologise but didn’t want to approach me as a group in case it freaked me out. I agreed to meet them in the student union canteen. When we were all seated, the three boys all said how sorry they were for what they had made me do. That they had gone too far, and they knew it. They also knew that they could be in big trouble if I raised a complaint, “It went too far,” Chris said.

“Too far, it was more than too far,” I said. But, I told them, as long as nothing more was said, and they knew nothing like that was going to happen again, I would forget it. But I couldn’t forgive them, not yet anyway.

“Where’s Steve?” I asked, “Why isn’t he here? Isn’t he going to apologise?”

“Steve’s a shit and wouldn’t come. Doesn’t think he’s done anything wrong, but we’ll keep him in line,” Paul replied.

Chris and Paul then left, but Mike kept sitting with me and eventually asked if I would go out on a date with him. That he’d like to be my boyfriend. I told him no way was I going to have a boyfriend who knew I had sucked off three of his mates, but that, for now, I’d like him as a friend only as he had come to see me and apologise.

Charlotte, or Charlie and Kerry, the two girls I share a flat with and who are in their second year at Uni, were lazing around at the end of the week. The two of them were half-naked in bra and panties, as was their normal state of dress when we were alone, whilst I was in shorts and halter top shirt. When I first moved in with them, this had been a bit of a shock to me as I was so shy and modest. Painfully so, but their influence was having an effect on me. They were never completely naked, but bra and panties or tops with no bras or even skirts with no panties was the norm for those girls. I found that soon I became more comfortable with their relaxed attitude to undress. As they said, “We’re all girls together. We’ve all got the same bits, so what’s the problem.” I did find their attitude liberating