My world changed in my third year at university. I was taking pre-law, and was as basically normal a girl as you'd expect to find coming out of California. The only way I was atypical was that my long blonde hair really was blonde, and my breasts were actually real.

In everything else, I was pretty boring and normal. I'd come from a normal, upper middle class California home. My parents were very normal, and I had one brother. None of us cared much about politics, nor were we overly religious. I always did well at school, and at sports (I'm five foot ten) and was was in pretty good shape.

Then I got a new roommate, a frosh. And believe me, if anyone would have seemed less likely to profoundly influence my life it was Nicky. She was my opposite in almost everything. She was a short, skinny, nerdy, nearly flat chested girl with glasses. While I was outgoing and loved to party she was soft-spoken, shy (or so I'd thought) and loved to read and study.

So if anything I was kind of condescending in my thoughts about her, and maybe, yes, maybe I was a bit arrogant. Hey, I was tall, blonde and beautiful. Every guy who saw me wanted me. It's hard not to get a bit egotistical given that.

Not that Nicky wasn't pretty. She was... just in a nerdy sort of way.

Nicky was taking communications, specializing in visual communication, and that meant, among other things, photography. I was dubious when she'd asked me to pose for her, especially nude. But there were two important provisos. The first was my face would not appear in the pictures, and the second was they were art pictures.

And like I said, maybe I was a big egotistical about my looks, about my body. I was proud of how attractive I was, though I tried not to show it. Oh, if a guy had asked me I'd have refused, of course. But nerdy Nicky, a head shorter than me, certainly wasn't any kind of threat to an athletic girl like me!

So I'd agreed. The pictures had started out soft enough, but over time they'd gotten a lot more graphic. That especially happened when she'd been assigned erotic nude assignments. My face was still hidden, but more and more of me began to appear in the photos, and then bondage made is way into the scene and... there was just something about being tied up which wrapped my mind in a shimmering veil of heat and excitement, even with nerdy Nicky doing the tying.

When her nerdy little friend and fellow classmate April joined in, things got a lot worse. They were so casual about it, too! They posed me in the most shocking, graphic ways! Yet I was helpless to resist! I was tied up! And to be honest, I was overcome with the most intense arousal and lust I'd ever felt in my life!

I hadn't known they were bisexual, not until they started teaching me how to service them! My mind squirmed wildly at doing it, but my body was too flaming hot to put up much resistance. And then I'd wound up posing for pictures for their entire class!

And what pictures! Ohmygod! The whole class was made up of lesbos! Including their teacher, Ms. Conway! They had posed me and used me and made me perform sexually on them, and I had come and come and come like a whore! By the time they were done with me I was wrung out, and exhausted, both mentally and physically!

I don't even remember getting dressed. I guess April and Nicky dressed me. We walked back along the dark paths through the campus to our dorm building, with my head totally fuzzed, as if I was shell-shocked or something. April and Nicky walked on either side of me, almost guiding me since my mind was still too filled with the shocking, unbelievable things I'd just gone through to worry about where I was walking.

"That was fun," Nicky said.

"Those pictures are going to be wicked," April replied. "Raw and carnal."

"Yes, very erotic," Nicky added. "Did you take many in black and white?"

"I prefer to use filters that enhance the color of her skin," April said.

"She does have lovely skin."

"It's like a blank canvas."

"Don't go thinking it, April," Nicky said firmly.

"Thinking what?"

"She doesn't need any tattoos."

"What's wrong with tattoos?"

"Nothing, if that's what you want. Yours look fine. But you know she's not the type."

"Lots of these California blondes get tattoos!"

"Maybe tramp stamps across their lower back," Nicky said, "But Paige doesn't like even those."

"I think she'd look hot with a few tattoos."

"It's not your body."

They talked like that - about me - as if... as if it were their decision to make, you know? They did the same thing when they posed me for pictures, or even when we had sex. It was like... like they owned me or something! Which was ridiculous! I could have beat the crap out of both of them! I don't think either of them had ever exercised in their lives! And for all her tattoos April wasn't exactly a tough girl.

But my mind was still filled with the memory, including the raw physical heat I'd felt, when Ms. Conway had used her strap-on, when she'd ridden me like a bitch in heat, right in front of the whole class! Fuck! I'd come like a whore! And they'd all got pictures! Fuck!