How I became a slut

So when she told me to remove my big t-shirt that I was sleeping in, I had no choice. I looked around at all the girls, who were awestruck, but also saw me with the same disdain my roommate did. I looked at them and at her and realized I had no choice. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me standing there in nothing but a pair of plain white underwear.

Everyone in the room was laughing at me, and telling Lucia, my roommate, to tell me to do other things. She told me to remove my panties and sit in the lounge chair. As soon as I did, she moved my feet up onto the arms of the chair, so that I was leaning back in the chair with my pussy shoved forward. She told someone else to move the lever to recline the chair and when she did, I was wide open for all to see.

They all stood around me while Lucia barked orders. I was mortified, but it was nothing compared with what would happen if they all learned what was in my diary, so I complied with every order.

First she told me to spread my pussy lips with my fingers. Then she told me to start massaging my clit. “Up and down – a little harder – a little faster . . . are you getting turned on?” she asked.