It had all seemed like a dream and I couldn't really believe the encounter with Darren had really happened. It was all very overwhelming for a young, naive female. When Bridget was around I was incredibly nervous and I was so sure she suspected something. In fact on one occasion she asked what was wrong as I did not seem my normal self. I attempted to dodge her questions by telling her I was stressed out by my upcoming exams. She made a pointed response about the fact I was top of my class and it was pathetic for me to get stressed, but after that she left the matter alone, much to my relief.
The following week I received the exact same text from Darren.
'I will b there in 5 min. I want u totally naked when I knock on door. D'
My heart immediately began pounding. I had tried so hard to block the incident out of my mind and focus on my school work. But inevitably my mind would stray to the events of that afternoon. It had been so embarrassing, but also so exciting. For the first time I had experienced real sexual pleasure and it left me desiring much more. I wanted to take it further.
Nervously I quickly undressed in my bedroom, and remained in there while I listened for the knock on the door. I was fearful that Bridget may return unexpectedly so remained in the relative safety of my own bedroom. After a full fifteen minutes there had still not been a knock on the door, and I felt myself becoming despondent even though I knew the arrival of Darren would result in humiliation to me. I convinced myself he was not coming, but just as I began to pull my panties back on I heard a knock on the door.
Without another thought I hastily kicked my panties back off and rushed to the door, not for a moment stopping to think that it may not be Darren. Fortunately it was him, and he quickly stepped into the room while checking over his shoulder that he had not been spotted by Bridget or any of her many friends who also resided on our floor.
I had been standing hidden behind the door and when he closed it my body came into view. Darren stood back and gazed at my nakedness, seemingly liking what he was seeing. I immediately felt myself becoming flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and intense desire. Without even being asked, I placed my hands on my head, thrust forward my small breasts with their pencil hard nipples, and slowly began to rotate so he could get a full view of everything my young, immature body had to offer.
After letting me rotate several times, Darren stepped closer to me and we were face to face, our eyes locked together. He reached out with his hands and gripped both of my nipples, squeezing them firmly. I moaned with pleasure. His hands then slid slowly down my body to rest on my hips. I opened my legs as a clear invitation that I wanted him to go further. Darren obliged by sliding one of his hands down over my pubes, while the other reached around me and squeezed my buttock. I arched my hips forward, and felt his fingers slip down to my labia. I knew I was incredibly wet. I opened my knees wider and felt at least one of his fingers probing the inner warmth of my vagina. I had never been so overcome with desire and lust, and knew that I was losing control of all rational thought.
I reached down and unzipped the front of his trousers then hastily reached in and lowered his underwear. His erect penis sprung out and I gazed down at it in wonderment. I had not seen his penis during our previous encounter as I had been facing the wall and he had been standing behind me. Now, looking down at it, I knew there was only one place I wanted it to be. I pulled away from his grip, turned and faced the wall, placed my hands against it then arched my back and stuck my buttocks high in the air.
I looked back over my shoulder. "Please fuck me," I panted desperately.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes."
"This is how you want to lose your virginity?"
"Yes, yes!" I groaned. There was no way I was in any condition to rationally think through the virtue of my actions.
In an instant I felt Darren close up behind me. The head of his penis briefly pressed against my labia before effortlessly sliding in. There was some pain as my vagina was penetrated for the first time and I tensed up. Fortunately Darren sensed my discomfort and let his penis rest deep inside of me until I relaxed and the pain subsided. I pushed back against him as a sign that I was ready to be taken. Darren slowly thrust himself in and out and then began to pick up the momentum. I could not believe how good it felt to have him inside me. I loved the fullness of having a penis deep inside my vulva, plus the wonderful sensation of it stimulating my clitoris as it thrust in and out.
My climax came quickly and powerfully, and I felt my legs beginning to buckle. As I screamed in ecstasy, Darren withdrew from me and I felt his sperm ejaculating onto my buttocks and lower back. In that instance I was thankful that he had the maturity, and good sense that I lacked, to act in a manner that meant an unwanted pregnancy would not result from our illicit actions.
Darren rested his body against mine for a few moments longer before kissing me gently on the cheek and leaving. With unsteady legs I made my way to the shower. I knew what I had done was wrong. Darren was Bridget's boyfriend and as a friend I needed to respect that. I felt guilty, but I also knew that powerful emotions were controlling my actions.
The error of my actions became apparent a fortnight later when Bridget returned home late in the evening from a date with Darren. I was awoken from my sleep by the noise of our front door being slammed shut. I immediately tensed up and sensed all was not well. My bedroom door swung open and a very angry Bridget stood glaring at me.
"Did you fuck my boyfriend?" she screamed.
Tears rolled down my face as I stared back at my flatmate, unable to speak. I was mortified by what I had done and knew there was nothing I could say that would make one iota of difference. To my surprise Bridget stormed out of my room, slamming the door shut and leaving me in silence.
I hardly slept all night and sneaked out of our dorm early in the morning before Bridget was awake. I felt gutted and couldn't believe how I had betrayed my roommate and friend.
After school I nervously made my way back to my dorm. I didn't want to go inside as I felt too ashamed to face Bridget, but I also knew I had to have the courage to face up to what I had done. At first I thought Bridget was not home, but when I peeked into her room she was sitting at her desk, studying. She did not acknowledge me, even though she must have heard me enter.
"I am so, so, so sorry," I mumbled, and I meant it with all sincerity. "You know that Darren loves you and I could never come between you, no matter what crazy thing may have happened. I accept total responsibility and I will do anything I possibly can to make amends to you. Please say you don't hate me?"
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was truly devastated.
Eventually Bridget turned to face. "Darren and I have broken up, my sweet little roommate," she responded sarcastically.
"Oh, God," was all I could say.
"But don't flatter yourself. We didn't break up over you. It was after I told him it was all over that he decided to fire a broadside at me and gleefully recounted your little lover's tryst."
I felt slightly relieved they hadn't broken up because of me, and tried hard to smile at Bridget in an inane attempt to break the tension.
"Don't smile at me, you little tart. You are far from being out of trouble," Bridget snapped. "Get undressed!"
I looked at Bridget, dumbfounded. "Undressed?"
"Did you not say you would do anything to make amends?"
"Yes, but..."
"Well as a starter to making amends I want you to get undressed. Without further fuss."
I was confused but didn't want to further upset Bridget. Reticently I began to remove my college uniform. I removed my white blouse and unzipped my tartan skirt, so that I was nervously standing before her in my regulation white bra and full panties, as well as the white knee length socks and black shoes.
"Bra and knickers as well. But you can leave your shoes and socks on. They look so ridiculous."
I pouted my bottom lip, and my eyes tried to beg Bridget to save me the humiliation of having to stand before her naked, but it was clear from her steely gaze that she was not in the mood for forgiveness.
"Please don't make me strip naked." I decided to have one last plea.
"You won't be naked. You will have your shoes and socks on." Bridget actually had the gall to smile. "Anyway, you little tart, we all know you like to be naked and show off that body of yours. Tiny tits and all."
I blushed in utter humiliation at her comment, and couldn't look her in the eye.
"Am I not right?" she persisted.
"Noooo!" I whined.
"Don't lie to me Angela. You are a total exhibitionist who gets her rocks off by being seen naked and acting like a slut. You may not like it, but you need it. Am I not right?"
"No. No," I denied. "You don't understand."
