I'm a big, fat girl, and not very pretty to boot. My friends in college, though, were gorgeous. They kept me around, mostly to take care of things--hold a purse, keep a table, get a different size dress, even guard the ladies' room door during one of their trysts. It's not that they were cruel, just thoughtless sometimes. I guess they felt entitled, and at times it seemed like everyone else agreed. Boys were just playthings, just like everything else. It was nice enough, I rationalized, better to have friends that ignored me than no friends. It's not like anyone was beating on my door. They did take me along to places I would never ever have gotten into otherwise: clubs, parties, concerts.
Stacy was the biggest bombshell, spoiled rotten by her music executive father. She claimed she could get any guy she wanted, which seemed true. Meg was also stunning, with black hair, she was Stacy's polar opposite, though more into partying than anything else. Holly was the sweetest, a Senator's daughter. She only had steady boyfriends, no hook-ups. My experiences in sex had been limited to a few drunken events that I could barely remember. I'd only even been kissed a few times.
They decided we were all going to Jamaica for Spring Break in our junior year. They didn't even ask me, just bought my tickets and took me along. Spring Break was crazy, as you can expect. They got lots and lots of attention. I spent the second night in the living room of our hotel suite as Meg had some guy over. The week went by with more of the same. I was starting to feel a little low. It happens sometimes. Every insult seemed to dig a little deeper, getting pushed out of the way for a mirror, watching their purses while they danced. One morning I was getting ready and when I came out from the bathroom, they all looked at me for an instant and then separated. We went to the beach, them wearing tiny bikinis and me in a giant one-piece. Sometimes two of them would break off and whisper to each other and toss little glances to me. As they lay out, the boys came flocking. Stacy made this one guy rub lotion on my back before she let him rub it on hers. Stacy isn't the kind of girl you say no to, so even though it was humiliating, I eventually gave in. They started talking about guys, and asking what kind of guy I liked. It was unusually cruel, even for them. They kept at it, pointing out hot guys who wouldn't even give me the time of day, making me say that I liked them. It bothered me. Finally this gorgeous hunk of man walked by and I said he was the one, hoping we could end this game. Minutes later Stacy left, following him.
We hung out for awhile before Meg and Holly decided to wander and I came along, dutifully carrying Stacy's stuff. Late in the afternoon we stopped by a crowd and there was Stacy on stage with my guy, dancing. She saw us and waved, as if taunting me. I turned away immediately, knowing that night I would be alone and she would be in the next room enjoying his attentions. As I turned, my eyes caught Meg flashing a smile and a "thumbs up". As soon as she noticed me she acted nonchalant.
We went back to the hotel and cleaned up and then went to dinner as Holly was treating. I was feeling unmotivated and didn't even bother to put on make-up or a nice top. They both got margaritas but ordered sweet tea for me, without even asking what I wanted. As we sat after dinner, Meg's cell rang and she glanced at me before jotting down some information. With a smile at Holly, she came over to me and blindfolded me with her scarf. I protested to no avail, and Holly soothed me. They took me by the hands and soon I was being led down the sidewalk. They deferred all my questions, just told me they had a surprise for me. After what seemed like a half an hour, we entered a hotel and went in an elevator, then a room.
"Finally! Took you guys long enough," I heard Stacy say.
My blindfold was removed and I saw Stacy, Meg and Holly standing together and smiling at me. "You've been a really good friend," Stacy started, "So we wanted to do something really special for you." She held out her hand to offer what was behind me, and I turned. There, on the bed, was a naked man with a huge, hard dick. He was tied down, spread-eagled, gagged and blindfolded. My jaw dropped. I could feel my nostrils flare in arousal in spite of myself.
"It's that guy you liked. I got him for you!" Stacy proudly announced, clapping her hands in happiness. I just stared. "He's the quarterback for the University of ...," she continued, "and he's probably gonna get drafted. And he's all yours!" She clapped again. I was silent, still trying to gather the situation.
"Do you like him?"
"Yeah, her eyes are practically popping out of her head."
"Good, I had to work really hard to get him. Go on, touch him," she said, giving me a little push.
"Oh my God," I protested, "you can't be serious!"
"Is that a bow around his cock?" Holly asked.
"Yeah, so he's ready to be unwrapped."
I stared some more. This was wrong on so many levels. I didn't know where to begin. Nonetheless, I couldn't tear my eyes away. He had a phenomenal body, and did I mention he was huge?
"Go on, touch him."
"Guys, no way! This is rape!"
"It's not rape if he doesn't say stop."
"You gagged him!" I stuttered.
"Yeah, so? Besides, you can't rape a guy."
"Mfft wufffed cpthhht" the guy said.
"See? He said he wants you to get on top."
"Yes, you can rape a guy, and it's illegal."
"Not here in Mexico it's not," Holly said. I turned to her, shocked she was agreeing to it. Besides, we were in Jamaica.
