Through the busy common room a naked Amy goes to the co-ed showers

Amy resolutely faced the door, trying not to look like she was quivering - either from fear or any other emotion. With her small stash of toiletries wadded up in the hand towel she reached for the door knob and twisted it, feeling a nervous dread at what was to come next.

When she'd been looking at the various schools she'd been surprised by one aspect of this school. At first it had been a shock and went in the negative column, but the more she thought of it the more it crept over onto the positive side, going higher and higher up the list until it topped all the other merits of her chosen school. It would have seemed silly to admit it to anyone, but she thought it was a mark of her maturity that she had chosen a school that had a co-ed dorm. She told herself repeatedly that it was the proof of her being a mature adult that made co-ed dorms so appealing. It had nothing to do with the erotic dreams that began when she read that men and women shared both bathrooms and showers.

Amy and Bianca's room faced a common room that was almost always bustling. Beside it was a kitchen, which at this time of the day was packed with students. The smell of coffee and various breakfast foods made Amy's mouth water, almost making her forget for just a moment that she was naked and that guys and girls lounged in the chairs and on the couches, doing last minute studying while eating and drinking, laughing and gossiping.

As soon as her bare feet touched the tiles outside her room her legs seemed to lock, and she felt numerous eyes fix on her naked form. Laughs seemed to pierce her like spears, even if she didn't know that they were for her.

With the blood roaring through her ears she couldn't hear their words, but felt certain that she knew what they were saying. "Naked." "Slut." "Cum." "Titless" "Got her ass fucked last night"

Breathing quickly, almost hyperventillating, she finally **** herself to move, nearly letting her head droop in embarrassment before she remembered. Bianca had ordered her to act like she enjoyed being the center of attention when naked. A smile bloomed upon her face as she slung her shoulders back, letting her tiny boobs try to lead the way. Her nipples jutted out, proud little attention-seekers. It felt like the eyes fastened on them were mouths, licking and sucking.

One step became two, and began to multiply. She'd known that the bathroom was on the opposite side of the floor, but she had never fully appreciated how far away that was when one was completely naked and being ogled by a roomful of fellow class-mates. After seeing her like this would any of them ever think she was a respectable girl? Or would she forever be branded the show-off slut?

Passing through the thick of the common room she felt certain that at any moment she'd feel a hand on her butt, or between her legs, but though it felt as if a breeze stroked along her skin, as if a daring hand had aborted its quest to touch her as the last moment, no one touched her on her way through the busy room.

By the time she made it to the bathroom Amy felt like she'd break down into a shivering wreck.

It's just nerves, she told herself, denying the aching desires that had her checking out the crotch of every boy. She hesitated, but when the bathroom door opened and a smirking boy held the door open for her she finally walked into the bathroom, accidentally brushing along the fit-looking guy's chest. Was he a football player? she wondered idly, stopping for a moment.

Shaking the thought off she stepped in further, selecting a shelf for her meager belongings. Deciding to take care of her hair first, to remove any tangles before the water could make them worse, she took her time brushing her hair, keenly aware of the young men streaming in and out, all of them looking her up and down. Girls came and went as well, their lips curling a little in derision.

It's not my fault, she wanted to say. I have to do this. Bianca would want me to go slow, to be seen by as many as possible.

At last she set the brush aside and picked up the loofah, soap and shampoo and headed into a shower stall. Even though she told herself that she desperately wanted to close the curtain, and in spite of how thoroughly embarassed it made her to shower in plain sight, Amy knew inside that Bianca would want her to keep the curtain open.

It was **** not to rub her breasts or pussy, but Amy was determined not to give in, and instead she lathered up around her most sensitive areas and denied them their most fervent desire, letting the water and soap trickle down over them, washing them clean of yesterday's filth.

Every time Amy turned away from the open entrance she felt certain someone would dart in behind her and sink their big dick straight up her ass, making it burn the way it had yesterday. But no matter how many times she turned it never happened. Instead she turned off the water and went to the shelf to get the ridiculously small hand towel, using it to try herself off as the stream of traffic continues, thinning out as first classes neared.

Making her way through the rest of her morning routine became a blur, the constant arousal nearly exhausting. At long last she had her hair in pig-tails and a slightly too-tight collar around her neck, and wrapped up the rest of her items in the hand towel she dried under the hand dryer.

This time her trip through the common room was relievingly (disappointingly) witnessed by very few, the stragglers who had woken late or who didn't have a class first thing in the morning.

As she approached her room the phone vibrated loudly, and a nearly orgasmic moan - her moan, she felt certain - emitted from the speakers at a volume she was sure was audible to the few people left. The moan came again - louder as she removed the phone from the hand towel - and after a few futile swipes at the screen she at last remembered it was voice activated. Humiliation stopped her from voicing the password until the phone moaned lustily again.

"Fuck my asshole hard," she practically mumbled, and the phone moaned at her, but didn't otherwise respond.

"Fuck my asshole hard," she said at nearly normal volume, and the phone moaned again.

With her face red and her knees quaking in fear she dredged up the desire that permeated her body and gave it voice. "Fuck my asshole hard!" she begged the phone loudly, and the screen popped open, Bianca's number on the screen.

"Yes?" she asked throatily.

"About time," Bianca snapped. "I had to leave your clothes on your bed. You will wear them and nothing else. Understood?"

"Yes," Amy whispered.

"And because you took so long - no doubt hugely enjoying being a slutty show-off - I think a fit punishment would be to have you suck or fuck some boy in the common room. Since you took so long getting back it's probably empty now."

"Do I have to?" Amy whined.

"Well, you could do do two in your room, but you'd have to keep doing them as long as they can get it up. And don't forget, whichever you choose you have to get them to film it and take pictures. Above all act enthusiastic."

"But..." Amy stared at the phone, realizing that Bianca had hung up. She stared at the blank screen until it turned into a picture of her with Drake's dick deep in her mouth. She nearly dropped the phone when it let out another enthusiastsic moan.

"Fuck my asshole hard!"she begged it, and it lit up, showing her a text from Bianca.

Remember. One dick in the common room, or two in your room. No clean-up after