Emma was sitting in the deserted communal lounge, with her face buried in a book.
She wasn't, technically, hiding. That would have gone against the rules.
She was just getting some alone time without all those hands running aimlessly over her body, fingertips trailing her figure and peering beneath her garments, lips and teeth caressing and nibbling every inch of her skin...
Her cheeks flushed, and she felt scorching hot in the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing. She bit her lip and sighed.
The words on the page she had been reading and re-reading for the last ten minutes without really understanding the meaning blurred, as she became engrossed in her thoughts once more, still puzzled as to how she had gotten up in that situation.
A shy, prudish, inexperienced freshman like her was playing with fire. Or worse, with the rampaging hormones of a bunch of college boys.
She made a lighthearted, drunken mistake, but she was paying its price with her body and no end in sight.
Betting with her buddies while inebriated sounded innocuous, and she was confident it wasn't anything they were going to follow up on anyhow.
But she was wrong - dreadfully wrong.
It was all a game in her eyes. And she was pretty sure she was going to win at the time. But she lost, and the guys eagerly demanded their prize.
She had turned into a real-life sex doll for them: she had to let them touch her body, grab, and grope her as they liked, and offer herself whenever they wanted.
This was her retribution for being so irresponsible and stupid.
Worst of all, she was beginning to like it, even though she would never say it out loud.
She had been feeling so dirty and depraved. Emma had only had one previous boyfriend, her high school beau, and she'd never experienced sex or pleasure.
And now, whenever a hand reached for her, a small bolt of electricity would rip through her body, giving her shivers and stealing her breath. Being forcefully exposed in front of others was humiliating, but it gave her sensations she had never expected to feel.
Even though the guilt and shame were eating at her, her body was sending her new signals and feelings that she had never experienced before.
She was drawn sharply back to reality when she was pulled back by her hair.
Electricity coursed through her as she saw two dark eyes upside down, mischievously staring at her.
"Did you plan on staying hidden for much longer? We were worried by your sudden disappearance..." Russell inquired, keeping her head tilted and caressing her throat.
His fingertips were ice cold, but her skin felt like it was burning under his touch.
"I had to study. You know, exams..." she mumbled, while he played with the sweatshirt zip, loosening it. His hand crept under, reaching for the bra.
Russell cupped his hand around her breast and began massaging it. He let her hair go and did the same with the other hand.
"I see," he said quietly, "then go ahead and read. I'll help myself."
Her vision blurred when he gently pinched and twisted her nipples.
She was embarrassed by who she had become, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to put a stop to it.
Emma sighed as she felt a twitch in her womb. She closed her eyes and leaned against Russell's body, allowing him easier access to her. Against her neck, she could feel already the bulge in his pants.
She blushed again, both from her thoughts and from his gentle touch on her skin. She could feel she was getting wet.
Russell drew his hands away from her sweatshirt after what seemed like an eternity. As he leaned over her, he reached for her skirt. He unceremoniously lifted it, revealing her underwear. He slid the fabric to the side, A light touch on her labia made her moan.
"You're such a little slut, you're already wet..." he chuckled as he gently stroked her.
He pushed two fingers into her warmth, provoking her another moan. She held her breath and widened her eyes as she grabbed his wrist with both hands.
Andrew and Jack were sitting on the desk on both her sides; she hadn't noticed their presence. They were stroking their erections through their shorts while enjoying the little show.
They laughed as she violently blushed and tried to cover herself. Andrew smiled, bending over to grab her cheeks and kiss her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and sucking her lips.
"Come on baby, stand up," Russell said, pulling his fingers out of her and grabbing her arms.
He pushed her against the desk, ignoring her weak protests and whining. Her hair covered her face completely, blocking her view. She could hear the other two guys unzipping their shorts and the light clank of their belts hitting the ground.
Several hands caressed her skin and lifted her clothes to reveal her body. Someone took her wrists and pressed them against her back.
As fingers grabbed the hem of her undies and pulled them off, she bit her lower lip and held her breath.
A hand caressed and squeezed her buttocks, followed by a slap. As she tried to wiggle out from underneath the guy who was blocking her, she was hit with a harder slap that took her breath away.
"Stop squirming or you'll hurt yourself," Andrew said, pulling her head up by her hair. Her gaze met his as she groaned beneath his hands. He kissed her once more, firmly holding her head. While Andrew's tongue was playing with hers, someone gently rubbed his sex on hers. He pushed his way through her soaked labia and inside. Her moans got lost in Andrew's mouth, which was still devouring her lips.
The third person let go of her wrists and grabbed one of her hands, pressing it against his erection.
