Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous part. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.
Part 09
DAY 15 and Back Home Day 01
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After an early breakfast I just had time pack my bags before the coach was due to pick me up. I was feeling quite depressed as I went down and checked-out at reception. I wore the same skater skirt that I'd arrived in and a tube top that wasn't see-through but the material is very thin and it hugs my tits like a second skin. My nipples were doing their best to bore holes in it.
I'd had the bullet on charge all night and when I was getting dressed to leave I eased in up my vagina, giggling at the thought of being stopped by security at the airport and have to have a strip and cavity search.
That didn't happen. All that did happen was that the bullet triggered an alarm and an over-weight female security guard had me stick my arms out while she waved the overgrown lollipop stick all over my body, then she waved me on.
On the plane I started to worry about Oliver and Jack, my apartmentmates. I tried to think of what I could say to them to explain the naked photos of me, particularly the spreadies and the 3 hole gang-bang. They'd never even seen me in my underwear before, never mind my little tits or pussy. How the hell could I explain the very explicit photographs that the guys had sent them. I couldn't deny that they were of me because my face was very clear in most of them.
I worried about it for most of the flight and finally decided that I'd put it down to holiday madness and hope that they'd delete them from their phones and forget about them. After all, they are professional young men with lots of integrity.
The trip across London on the underground was 'interesting'. It was early afternoon and the underground trains weren't that busy. I managed to get seats and when I spotted men looking at me my desire to show my body to men came back. All thoughts of explanations to my apartmentmates went out of the window. I started looking at my phone to catch up with things but that was an excuse to let my knees drift apart to let the man opposite see my pussy.
I laughed to myself at the term 'manspreading' as my knees drifted apart letting the man see my smooth, but wet pussy.
When I changed trains and went up an escalator I was selective as to who I went up in front of and took the opportunity of no one looking at my front to tweak both my nipples. They were hard already but I wanted to make sure that they were at their best, and to send a tingle down to my pussy.
On the next underground train I was either lucky or unlucky in that a group of football supporters got on at the station after I'd got on. Some were standing in front of me (I was sat with my back to the side of the train), and talking to their mates about my short skirt and nipples. There wasn't much that I could do except shuffle about in my seat to try to make my skirt go higher than it already was. Unfortunately, they got off before I managed to get it to the height that I wanted and it was an opportunity missed.
It was the middle of the afternoon when I got back to the apartment and Oliver and Jack were still at work. I knew that I still had a couple of hours before either of them got back so I unpacked and loaded the washing machine. As I put the last of my packed clothes in I decided to add the clothes that I was wearing so I took them off and put them in.
I'd been naked in the apartment, other than my bedroom and the bathroom, a few times before when Oliver and Jack were out so it wasn't a big deal, just practical.
When I started the washing machine I went for a shower and when I finished I dried myself then wrapped the towel around my hair and went to go to my bedroom.
When I opened the door to the bathroom I screamed as I saw Oliver standing there. Before either of us could say anything I was back in the bathroom and wrapping another towel around my body.
Oliver was still there when I opened the door again. He was still looking surprised.
"Sorry," I said, "I didn't expect either of you to be home yet."
"I managed to get away early Emily; did you have a good holiday? Silly question, the photos told us that you did."
"About that." I started to say but Oliver stopped me.
"Can we talk about that later, Jack's bringing some takeaway, he'll be here in a few minutes, there'll be enough for the 3 of us."
"Err yes, thank you."
I went into my bedroom wondering if Jack was about to tell me to find alternative accommodation. Jack actually owns the place and having Oliver and me there helps him pay the mortgage.
I quickly dried my hair then put one of my English skirts on (just above the knee), and a top that has thick material, then went out to see that Jack was just arriving.
All my English clothes are your typical English young woman's type, nothing daring at all. The only exception being that I rarely wear a bra, my tit's don't need one for support and I find them uncomfortable. My tops are all thick to compensate for the lack of a bra, hiding my pokey nipples.
Over the food Jack and Oliver gave me the fortnight's news and I gave them the very basics of my holiday.
After we'd cleared away I transferred my washing to the dryer then Oliver said,
"Emily, from the photos that you sent us it looked like you were having a great time and that you were with those guy's for quite some time." Oliver said.
"That's right, 3 great guys."
"You and 3 young men at the same time. By the looks of it you were more than just friends."
"I guess that we were."
"So Emily," Jack said, "3 guys and more than just friends, friends with benefits?"
"If you must know, yes we were."
"I, we never realised that you were that sort of a girl, not that there's anything wrong with a girl enjoying more than 1 man."
"Good, for 1 minute I thought that you were going to say that I was a slut or a whore."
"Grief no Emily, just a girl who likes to enjoy herself, a girl who lets men have fun with her. Absolutely nothing wrong with that, in fact I like to see a girl having fun."
"What Jack's trying to say Emily, is that if you liked having sex with 3 guys at once on holiday then perhaps you'd like to have sex with 2 guys at once back here."
"Who said that I had sex with 3 guys at once?"
"The photos that you sent us Emily."
"Sorry guys, you weren't meant to see those, but that was while I was on holiday, You know, 'what happens in Ibiza stays in Ibiza', holiday madness, letting your hair down."
"I guess not in this case Emily."
By that time I was feeling quite uneasy and expecting Jack to tell me to find somewhere else to live.
"Well Emily," Jack said, "we've been wondering if you would like to continue your fun life now that you are back in England?"
"I've told you, people go on holiday to do things that they wouldn't normally do back home, and I would never dream of doing things like that here."
"Are you sure Emily?" Oliver asked.
"Yes, of course."
"Are you really sure Emily, I mean we've got lots of photographs, and possibly videos of you doing some really wild things, you wouldn't want some of them to go to all the people on your contacts list would you?"
"Are you trying to blackmail me Oliver?"
"Let's not call it blackmail, more like saving you from total embarrassment and humiliation."
"You wouldn't do that would you, there's my parents and work colleagues there, even my boss and his boss. Surely you've got more integrity than to do something like that, you two wouldn't stoop that low, would you."
"Well, as well as saving you, lets call it you extending your holiday adventures to your time back in the apartment. You wouldn't want your fun to end so quickly and end up losing a lot of friends, family and employment would you?"
"No, please don't do this to me guys, can't we just go back to how we were before I went away, we were happy then."
"I don't think so Emily, those photos changed things forever, I don't see how we can go back, do you Jack?"
