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First Time Gangbang Volume 5- 3 short story book bundle
(Nicola Diaz)

"Ibiza?" I asked, cornered in the shower by my friends. Kayla and Tia seemed to always have a new idea that they thought would be the best thing ever. It usually was, but I always resisted. I had come to university for an education, not island holidays and sex. My friends seemed to have a lot of sex. 

"Look at yourself," Tia said, holding me in front of the large mirror in the dorm's shared bathroom. 



"And just what is it that I'm supposed to be looking at?" I asked, still unsure about the fuss they always seemed to make about my appearance. 



Kayla cupped each of my breasts in her hand, lifting them slightly and then letting them go. The fell back perfectly in the place they hadn't even moved an inch from. Tia held my face so that I was forced to look at my own reflection. Then Kayla's fingers traced down my belly and settled just above my cunt. 

"You're absolutely beautiful, and your glasses are just for reading. There is no reason that we shouldn't make use of all of your assets I paradise..." Kayla said, and then she stepped back, still looking at me. 



"Come on," Tia said, a winey sound, that I absolutely hated. Kayla mimicked this sound, knowing that I really disliked it. 



I knew that there was no getting out of this, not until I said yes. So I said yes, just to get free and back to my dorm room. I just wanted to get into my comfy pajamas and continue with season six of Game of Thrones. It was my guilty pleasure. I loved it. I wasn't even sure why, since most of the characters I loved had been killed off already. Still, it made for compelling viewing. 

They followed me back to the room though, wanting confirmation that I would go with before they booked our flights. This is what they told me, but I was sure that they had already booked the tickets already, and just needed to be sure that they wouldn't have to take me to the airport sedated in one of their suitcases. 



"Yes, yes, okay. I said I would go. So can I get back to my series?" I asked. It was always either series of my books. These were the two things that made up my varsity life, when I was not talked into one of my friends' escapades. Or rather, whined into the. 



"Good girl," they said, almost together. "We leave tomorrow evening."

When they left me alone I pulled my laptop onto my lap in bed, and then pulled it higher onto my chest. Then I pressed play and pulled the bag of chips that was carelessly on my bed closer. I started to eat the chips and watched the series that I knew would occupy most of my night. 



I got up to go to the bathroom, and stopped in front of the mirror. I looked at myself, pulling my glasses off. I was pretty enough I suppose, and I was a natural blonde. But surely this didn't give me carte blanche to do what I wanted to do. There was no rule that said that all blondes had to be fun yet dimwitted. Not all of us were reckless throwers of caution to the wind. 



Maybe we were though, but I really didn't care. There was just something about this that I didn't like, and so I fought it with everything in me. I was also a good student, so I thought it best to just pick a struggle and stick to it. My studies were my chosen struggle. It just had to be this way. 



I looked at my breasts, pulled my t-shirt closer to my body, just to see my breasts, full, firm. They were beautiful breasts, I knew, but there was really no need for me to flaunt them. No need to flaunt my ass either, I thought, even though it really was an incredible ass.