Chapter 2: My second year at university

Second year starting early

John told his wife that he had to be back at the university on the third week of August to get all his preparation work done. That was great for me as I’d have him to fuck me every day for nearly 3 weeks.

The first few days were spent with lots of fucking and talking. He asked me about how my time back at home had gone and we both laughed about us seeing each other at the carnival and how his wife had been shocked that girls were flaunting their naked pussies as they dances along the street.

When John asked me how I’d got such a deep all-over tan I told him that I’d spent a lot of time on the roof sunbathing. For some strange reason which I couldn’t pinpoint, I didn’t want to tell him about my 2 weeks in Ibiza.

After 4 days John told me that he’d got a surprise for me; he was taking me on a one week holiday to Spain - Ibiza. I was shocked and thought that maybe I should confess that I’d just got back from Ibiza but I decided that it might spoil his fun if he knew. Thankfully, it was a quieter part of the island and I was relieved to realise that there wouldn’t be lots of male eye candy for me to get distracted with.

John took me shopping and bought me some more skimpy clothes, but the skirts did cover all of my butt and my pussy – when I was just standing there.

My second holiday that summer

When we landed and walked out of the airport I just hoped that the male reps wouldn’t be there and that I’d have to explain how I knew them. It turned out okay, probably because it was a different holiday company and different flight times.

The hotel was much, much quieter; and had families in it so I was going to have to keep some clothes on.

By comparison, my second holiday in Ibiza was dull and boring, although, to be fair, we seemed to be doing similar things to all the other young couples there.

One thing that the girls in the other couples weren’t doing was wearing a bikini like mine. John had offered to buy me a new one before we left England but I’d told him that I was perfectly happy with my own, homemade one, and that I doubted that we could find another one like it. I’d told John about it before but he was quite surprised when he first saw it. I really had to be careful where I opened my legs when I was wearing it.

There were quite a few topless women around, and I went sans top by the pool and on the beaches all the time; and I didn’t worry about my bikini top being see-through either.

There were a few places where I could open my legs and let the sun see my pussy; one was at the waterpark; plenty of opportunities to flash the young men that were working there, or on holiday.

I was quite happy (so was John), when he took me to a ‘clothing optional’ beach. We both spent most of the day without clothes, even going to a café; that was on that part of the beach, without any clothes on.

University accommodation cock-up

My booking for a room in the halls of residence got lost and after a few strong words I was offered a room in a house not far away. The house is actually owned by one of the students (his daddy bought it for him) and he wanted some other students to share it with him.

I went to visit my old flatmates to see if there had been another cock-up and if my old room was free, but it wasn’t; another girl was there. Lucas wasn’t there either; his room having been taken by another guy.

I couldn’t, and didn’t want to move in with John because his wife occasionally comes to visit for the weekend so that wouldn’t have gone down well. I didn’t have a lot of choice.

When I arrived at the house I was greeted by a cute looking guy who told me his name was Mason. He looked a bit surprised when I told him that I was Jordan and that I was there for the room.

“Oh sorry,” Mason said, “I was expecting a young man. We’ve only got male students staying here. We’ll have to have a house meeting to see if anyone objects to sharing with a girl. But come in, I’ll round up the guys and you can meet them all.”

As I walked in I thought that Mason’s reaction had been a little surprising, after all, why wouldn’t 4 guys want a girl staying with them; especially one that loves to get naked. Then I remembered that they didn’t know that last bit; well not yet. My microskirt and tank top with no bra might have given them a clue but hey, they are men after all.

Anyway, 3 other guys trooped in and were introduced as Harry, Aiden and Logan; each one of them looking me up and down as we shook hands.

Mason explained the error and asked if any of them had any objection. None had, but I had a reservation;

“Okay,” I said; “thank you for that, but if I’m coming into a house full of men I need to know that you don’t all live like animals and that you won’t expect me to do all the cooking and cleaning. Everything has to be split 5 equal ways.”

It was then that Aiden realised where he’d seen me before.

“Hey, aren’t you the girl that always gets naked at parties?”

I actually blushed; it was the last think that I expected to hear.

“Well err ... it’s not just me,” I replied; “there’s usually a lot of girls that take their clothes off. You guys usually manage to talk us into it.”

That last sentence sold it for the guys and after a few nods, Mason said that the room was mine if I still wanted it.

“Does that mean that you’ll get naked for us here?” Logan asked.

I didn’t answer that one. Instead I asked to be shown the room. Mason led the way followed by me, then the others. As we went up the stairs I smiled knowing where the guys behind me were looking.

The room was quite nice actually, bigger than my dorm room with a view over the back garden. The only disadvantage was that I’d have to share a bathroom with 4 guys.

As Mason pointed out the features of the room I looked at the guys and thought,

“I’ll soon get these suckers knocked into shape.”

I accepted the room and left to get my belongings. Aiden offered to come and help me and we walked the half mile or so chatting about my new flatmates.

Aiden followed me up the stairs to John’s flat (John was at the uni getting organised for the start of the new year), and I made sure that Aiden got a good look at what I hoped he was going to see a lot more of. I even lingered as I bent over to pick up some of my belonging. I didn’t tell Aiden that the flat I had been temporarily living in was my tutor’s; I just said that it belonged to a friend.

Back in my new room I quickly took my skirt and top off and put a thong and a see-through top on; then got myself organised. When I got to my laptop I had to go and ask what the WiFi password was and the guys all stared at me as I stood there waiting for them to come down to earth.

“You don’t mind me wandering around in my underwear do you? I’m guessing that you all do the same at times don’t you?”

Mason offered to come and help me set it up but I said that I could manage.

After I’d got organised I went downstairs to talk with my new flatmates. As I walked in still wearing just the see-through top and see-through thong the conversation just stopped and the 4 of them just stared at me - again.

I sat on one of the sofas and got offered coffee and beers in abundance; I think that they just wanted to look at me from different angles. We all gave a brief summary of who we were and what course we were on; and a lot of trivia.

After about an hour Harry said,

“I remember where I’ve seen you before; you work at the club don’t you?”

“Which club?” Aiden added.

“The strip club down by wots it called; you know.”

“Oh yes ... That’s where I remember those tits from.”

“Okay guys, you’ve got me. So I’m a stripper on a Friday and Saturday nights, so what? A student’s got to earn some money where she can. I hope that it isn’t going to affect our living arrangement; after all, we did shake on it.” I replied.

“Well, I don’t know; maybe we’ll have to change the agreement slightly.” Mason said.

“Hey, that’s not fair; would you say the same if one of you worked as a stripogram getting your rocks off on getting naked in front of loads of screaming women?”

“That’s not the same.” Aiden said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because...”

“Because nothing; it IS the same thing, so why should things be different for me?”

“Maybe we could give you some sort of incentive.” Mason said.

“Incentive for what. One minute you’re saying that the rules should be different for me because I’m a girl, then the next second you’re trying to bribe me to do something. What’s going on? What is that you want of me? What would it cost me and what would I get out of it?”

I could easily guess what they wanted, and I wanted it too; but I wasn’t going to get naked for them unless it was costing them something.

“Team meeting; err, a boys team meeting; in the kitchen lads.” Mason announced.

The 4 of them got up and disappeared into the kitchen. Five minutes later they came back, sat down and Mason said,

“Right Jordon, we’ve all agreed that it isn’t fair that you should suffer just because you are a girl; but ... We’ve come up with a proposition that we hope you’ll go along with.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well, how about you getting naked whenever you come down to the lounge.”

“So what do I get in return?”

“How about you get out of bathroom cleaning duties?”

“How about I get out of bathroom AND kitchen cleaning duties? Oh, and you guys have to keep both rooms clean all the time.”

The 4 guys looked at each other and all nodded.

“Okay Jordan,” Mason said, “you’ve got a deal. So get those clothes off.”

“Err, not so quick guys, I’ve just been in the kitchen and the bathroom and I wouldn’t call either of them clean.”

I didn’t have to say anything else; all 4 of the guys got up and disappeared. Five minutes later they were back saying that both rooms were clean.

I smiled, stood up and peeled my top up and over my head. As I looked round at all 8 male eyes that were locked on my tiny tits, I pulled on my nipples and rolled them between finger and thumb.

Turning round, I slowly slid the thong down my legs then turned back round to face them. Eight eyes moved down to my pussy.

“Nice one Jordan.” Harry said.

“But if I find a filthy bathroom or kitchen then these clothes go back on.”

“Yes, okay Jordan that’s fair ... Now that we’ve established that you’re open to negotiations, what will it cost us for you to take your clothes off before you come in the front door and stay naked all the time until you leave the house?”

“Wow; that’s a tough one.” I lied, “I’ll have to think about that one. Can we talk about it tomorrow night?”

The guys seemed a bit disappointed but hey, a girl’s got to get everything that she can. I can’t let the guys get the upper hand.

I stayed naked for the rest of the evening, making some more coffees just to give them the chance to see me walking around.

The following evening when I got home I went straight up to my room and didn’t really see the others. It was the same the day after but on the third evening when I got in Mason called me in to the lounge. I dropped my bag and walked into the lounge.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Logan said.

“What?” I replied, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Lounge ... clothes...”

“Oh yes; I forgot.” I lied again and dropped my skirt and peeled my top off, tweaking my nipples when it was off.

“Better?” I asked.

By then the others had appeared and Mason said,

“Jordan, do you me remember me asking you what we would have to do to get you to be naked all the time that you’re in the house?”

“Yeah, you did say something about that didn’t you?”

“Yes Jordan I did; so what would it cost us?”

“Hmmmm; how about you guys cook for me as well as cleaning the bathroom and kitchen? And you have to keep the heating turned up high in winter.”

The 4 of them looked at each other then Mason said,

“Deal.”

We shook hands then he continued,

“You have to strip off and get dressed outside, remember?”

“Oh yes, you did mention that part didn’t you. Okay, no problem.”

Aiden then told me that I might regret getting them to cook for me, telling me that they were lousy cooks and Mason can’t even cook toast.

Since that day I’ve never worn any clothes in the house, but I’m not really looking forward to having to strip and get dressed outside in winter.

After a few weeks there was another flatmates meeting; Mason said that there was something that he wanted to talk about.

“Err Jordan,” Mason said, “this you being naked all the time deal seems to be working well; we were wondering if you’d be prepared to extend the deal a bit?”

“Maybe guys, it depends on what you are thinking about and what you’re prepared to pay for it?”

“Well,” Mason continued, “some of us have seen your finale at the strip club and we were wondering if you’d be prepared to put on a similar show for us here?”

“Hang on a minute;” I replied, “that’s one hell of a big leap; what the hell makes you think that I might go along with that?”

“Jordan” Harry interjected into the conversation; “After having seen your performance at the club it’s obvious that you get off by masturbating in front of guys so we’d actually be helping you.”

“Guys, I get paid for what I do at the strip club, and I always get good tips. So why on earth would I give you guys a freebie? No, if I do it for you it’s going to cost you.”

“How much?” Aiden asked.

“A lot; well, if I add what the club pays me to the tips that I get, I usually average somewhere between £250 and £300 per night. You guys would at least have to match that.”

“Bloody hell Jordan,” Logan sad, “no wonder you work at that club; it almost makes me wish that I was a girl.”

“Yeah, there are some good things about being a girl.” I replied.

“Team meeting.” Mason announced, and the guys disappeared into the kitchen.

A few minutes later they returned and Mason said,

“Jordan, we’ve decided that we are prepared to pay your rent for you if you’ll do your strip club performance for us once per week. Do we have a deal?”

“No,” I replied, “that would mean me stripping for you for about half the amount that I’d get at the club. I’m not doing it for you for less than what I’d get at the club; it’s not financially viable for me. Now if you were talking about rent free and I’ll get myself off for you once every fortnight then we MAY have a deal.”

“Team meeting.” Mason again announced.

Two minutes later they were back,

“Okay,” Mason said, “every other week at a day and time that is suitable for all of us, and you must cum for us; none of this faking crap that a lot of you women do. We want the real McCoy.”

As soon as they’d asked that I do what I do at the club; but just for the 4 of them, I knew that I’d do it but I wasn’t going to agree without me getting more than my rocks off for them. Even talking about it and negotiating with them was making me quite horny. I would have made myself cum right there and then but Mason wanted to talk more about when.

“So when’s my first performance guys?” I asked.

“How about right now?” Mason replied.

I deliberately said nothing for about 30 seconds during which my I felt my pussy get wet with anticipation; then said,

“Okay, but you’ll have to put some decent music on, and you do realise that with me not being able to put any clothes on I’m going to have to go straight to the frigging part. Where do you want me to do it?”

“Hadn’t thought about that;” Mason said, “how about on the table?”

I looked at it, to remind myself that it wasn’t one of those cheap, flimsy things; then said,

“Okay, get some decent music on.”

They did, and I did. All 4 of them staring at my pussy as I rubbed and finger fucked myself to a glorious orgasm. I just love it when I do that with men watching me.

I performed like that every couple of weeks for them; and sometimes one or two of their friends who ‘just happened to be there’. I didn’t mind; after all, I was living there rent free and I didn’t have to do any cooking or cleaning.

Sunbathing in the back garden

October was unusually warm (not hot); the weather some days was better than it had been all summer. As a result, if I was at home and had little to do or just reading, I’d get a towel and go and sunbathe in the back garden.