Dealing with the consequences

Going back to campus on Monday felt bizarre. I had just had the most erotic experience of my life, but nothing around me had changed. I felt completely different, yet no-one around me seemed to notice. {if bet=true}Only Jessica understood what I was going through. We coexisted in an awkward silence, neither wanting to address the elephant in the room. {endif}I sleepwalked my way through classes and interactions with other students. I kept looking around me to see if I could spot Brandon, but he was nowhere to be seen. I ate lunch with Jamie as normal. He didn't seem to notice anything different about me either. I found it strangely insulting that he didn't. Shouldn't my boyfriend pick up on my transformation? Did I want him to?

The days bled into each other and before I knew it it was Wednesday.

"Want to come over tonight?" Jamie asked during lunch. "The next season of our show just dropped. I thought we could binge it together."

My mind was too unfocused lately. Perhaps curling up on the couch with Jamie and watching some episodes was what I needed right now. I couldn't hurt at least.

That evening I showed up at Jamie's dorm and we started working our way through the new season. Being cuddled up with him felt good, safe, comfortable. It should anyway, but I just couldn't shake that feeling of unease as I sat there. There was a restlessness I couldn't quite get rid of. I was not really paying attention to what was happening on screen, when my phone dinged. I automatically checked the message I had received, and at once shielded my phone from Jamie. It was from Brandon, he had sent me a dick-pic!

Adjusting my position on the couch, I created some space between me and Jamie. Facing towards him I could look at my phone screen without him peeking. With some temporary privacy I could check Brandon's message. He had taken a picture of his erect cock, with one hand stroking it. Seeing it brought back into focus the events of last week. He had tamed me with that cock. I'd lain on my back and allowed him to pound me. He was an arrogant asshole, a misogynist pig. None of that had mattered. Even looking at it now I could feel my pussy respond to it. It scared me, the things I might be willing to do for that cock.

Douche: Like what you see?

My first instinct was to deny it, but it suddenly felt like a silly game. He would find a way to coax the truth out of me anyway, and humiliate me in the process. The truth was that I wanted to feel it inside me again. I craved it.

Me: Yes

Douche: How about you send me something in return?

So that's what he wanted. I could feel myself getting excited at the though of sending him a nude selfie, but it also felt like a really bad idea. Did I really want to allow him to dictate my actions to that extent?

"Something important?" Jamie asked. I realized I had been completely absorbed in looking at my phone.

"Just a message from Jessica," I lied without a thought. It really had become too natural for me to do that.