I didn't cope very well when I started university. During freshers' week, when everyone was making friends, I stayed in my dorm room. Compared to the posh voices of the rich kids, my brummie accent sounded low-class to me. Naturally slim, I lost weight that first month so that my legs were like sticks and my breasts had shrunk to the size of dumplings.
One night, Kate, the girl whose dorm was next to mine, felt sorry for me and invited me to a house party. I plucked up the courage and decided to go. I barely spoke a word to Kate as we walked to the party and once there, she disappeared leaving me to fend for myself. I ended up in kitchen where I drank heavily to steady my nerves.
Two men entered who seemed even more out of place than me. One was not much older than me and good looking. His boss was middle-aged, fairly ugly and had a fat belly. Both were dressed in workman's clothes; it turned out they'd been fixing the roof.
They started chatting to me and it turned out they were from Birmingham too. It was a relief to be with normal people again and because I was tipsy, I found myself talking loudly in my Brummie accent and making a scene by laughing outrageously at their bad jokes. They'd invited themselves to the party because they wanted to know if the stories they'd heard about university girls were true. They suggested we go upstairs and, not wanting to be left alone, I agreed.
The third bedroom they tried was empty and they bundled me inside.
"I'd better go first," said the younger of the two men.
He started to kiss me and I didn't have the will power to stop him. His hands undid the belt I'd had to wear and because my butt was so skinny my jeans practically slipped down my legs and I stepped out of them so I wouldn't fall over.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea," I said, pulling my mouth from his.
In reply he just kissed me harder and slipped his hands down the back of my panties, covering my tiny buttocks with his thick fingers.
"Not with your friend here," I said.
He didn't reply and instead spun me around and pushed me towards the bed. Grasping my hips, he lifted my narrow frame effortlessly so that my bare knees touched the mattress. Soon I was on all fours, and he pushed me so I fell forward onto my hands. He tugged my panties down and applied pressure to my shoulders so that I went down further onto my forearms with my ass high in the air.
"I'm not on a pill," I whispered.
"Here," said the other man, who was watching proceedings from behind.
I turned and saw he was passing a condom to his young friend. I briefly met the eyes of the older guy who was regarding me with cold detachment.
It was hard not to feel degraded being so open to inspection by the two men behind me. That said, my body was responding instinctively to the situation and I was getting a little wet. I was worried I'd be too tight and evidently so did the young man who rubbed my slit with his index finger before inserting his saliva coated thumb into my pussy. He wasn't particularly gentle, but was probably doing me a favour in the long run.