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Student Life - Part 3
(Dianne Herbert)

I stood with my back to the closed door, wondering what the others would be saying about me. They could, of course, be discussing something else entirely, but I severely doubted it. I would be the main topic between them for some time to come. Quite understandably really. They would have a lot to discuss after that display.



I also wondered if the three guys would talk about me in a different way when they were alone, after the ladies had left. Less about what I'd done, and more about what they'd like to do to me. Connor, I was sure, would be quite vocal in his opinions. He'd called me a slut to my face, but would he let the others know that?



If I wasn't the main thought in their heads tonight, as the guys went to bed, I'd be disappointed in a way. While I didn't want this, it was happening. In which case surely it was a positive if they were all going to be fantasising about what they'd been able to do with me, and then what they'd been thinking as they semi-openly kept an eye on me as we watched TV.



Crap. I was getting mixed up in my thoughts. I didn't want this. There was no way that the after-effects should be turning me on in any way ??" but they were. It was that final bit with Leanne that had turned something horrific into something interesting. Something with possibilities. Something that I was going to run a mile from right now. Life was complicated enough at this point to even try and sort out what I was feeling. I'd have to shelve it for a future point.



What was clear to me was that I was moving to a new flat, as far away from this one as possible, when I could. When I was freed from the blackmailer I never wanted to see this particular group of people again. The whole thing was just too embarrassing, and every single time I saw one of them I'd be brought back to this point.



Standing with my back to the door. Naked and still showing marks from where they had all groped my boobs ??" with my permission ??" in public. How the hell could someone live that down? I'd have to not just do that though, but go through much of it again tomorrow, and every day for the next week, until this phase might have an end. What my blackmailer might think of that I didn't know ??" yet.



On a normal evening, when coming in to get on with work, I'd make a cup of tea to bring in with me. This time I'd been thinking more of getting the hell out of the main area, and less about my routine. I could always go back out and get one ??" thus further confirming my new role in the flat as naked chick ??" but, for tonight, cold water from the bathroom tap would do just fine.



While I knew that much of the feeling I had of being dirty was not going to be washed off, I still thought that a shower would help. We each had a bathroom, rather than there being a communal one ??" which was one reason I'd chosen this type of flat. Sharing that with a bunch of strangers ??" and some of them guys ??" didn't sound like a good idea to me.



The university artwork had made a really good job of showing off the tiny bathroom in our rooms to their best effect, and you had to wonder if Photoshop had come into it somewhere. There was a toilet, a sink, and a shower all crammed together in a plastic pod space not much bigger than the size of my parent's shower at home. It was private and did the job though.



I took a fairly long shower and enjoyed the warmth of the water flowing over my body. After washing my hair, I paused over what to do next. This was one of my favourite places, and ways, to masturbate but, while I did feel the need in me to do so, the image that had immediately come to mind was of Leanne.



While there was nothing technically wrong with thinking of a girl while touching myself, I'd never done so before, and it broke me out of my mood. A little anyway, but enough for the moment. If these were normal times, and I was back home, then I'd have gone out somewhere and found a good way to relieve this itch. And if that wasn't possible, then I'd look at the videos on my phone.



And thinking of that was enough to dispel the mood entirely. Recording onto my phone was what had got me into this mess, and I needed to be concentrating on that situation, rather than thinking of my immediate bodily needs. I needed to find a way to stop him from wielding further control over me, and I couldn't do that from the bathroom.



Usually, I'd have wandered around my room with a small towel over my hair and a large one covering up my body. Today, I was not sure that was permitted by the instructions to go naked. Did covering my hair go against this? The large towel would, so I dried off thoroughly and then turned the heating in the room up a little to compensate for the lack of clothing. I'd need to suggest that for the communal area as well.



Going to my laptop, I found that a few people had contacted me to say that they had enjoyed my accidentally sending them my topless photo, and letting me know that they'd deleted the email. Others on the send list hadn't said anything, but I hoped that they'd just deleted it. Maybe it had gone straight to spam, and they'd not even been aware of it?