May, a new university student, meets a handsome older student at an orientation event. She is swept off her feet until she finds herself alone with him in a dark corner of a pub. She is pushed into giver her first blow job, and find that she enjoys it.
"Let's go," he said, pulling her up out of her seat and leading her out the door.
Once they stepped outside it was like a spell had been broken, suddenly May was filled with shame, and guilt. What had she done? Did she really like Nick...in that way? She'd never imagined herself in this situation- she had always imagined herself going through a long dating period first, where they would get to know each other slowly and deeply. She had wanted to be in love.
"I think I have to get home now, I'm having dinner with my family, they're expecting me," May said, not meeting Nick's eyes.
"No way, come on... Come back to my place and have just one more drink. It won't take long; your family won't mind." Nick wrapped his arm around May's shoulders and leaned over and kissed her softly, "Please, for me?"
May hesitated, thinking it over. He had gorgeous brown eyes that were focused on her, and his easy smile made her feel weak in the knees. She'd never understood that phrase- 'weak at the knees', until this moment. She felt his gaze everywhere. But what happened on the pub- that was wrong, disgusting, right?
Nick saw her hesitation and smiled gently, "It's okay, you don't have to. Give me your number though, I'd really like to see you again."
May was relieved, and then felt guilty for being relieved. Nick really was acting like a perfect gentleman. She wondered whether the pressure she'd felt earlier had been real at all, or maybe it was just her mind justifying her actions. She had cum from his hands, and hadn't she enjoyed it? She'd certainly never done anything this slutty before, but her own guilt was no reason to blame Nick. May put her number into Nick's phone and promised to arrange a meet up later in the week, it was the polite thing to do, and May did not want to disappoint him.
"Awesome, it's a date then." Nick grinned and May smiled back.
Later that week:
May had been receiving texts from Nick all week, 'well, he's persistent. That's romantic' she thought to herself. He'd been asking her for photos, initially she'd sent him an innocent selfie of just her face (she'd taken at least 10 before finding the perfect one). But his requests continued. May took photos of herself in just a bra, then no bra with her hands covering her nipples. She felt instantly dirty, and deleted them from her phone. When he asked for the next photo, a photo of her in just her panties, her hands by her sides and not covering anything, she hesitated.
'I'm not sure...' May texted.
'Please? I just want to see you properly, beautiful,' he texted back.
'Don't you like me?' He sent quickly after.
May did like him, but she was still hesitant. She decided to distract herself by watching TV, putting her phone in the other room and pushing Nick from her mind. Her mind kept drifting back to Nick, and how desirable he made her feel. No one had ever taken an interest in her before, in school boys had always gone after her prettier, more confident friends. Why would she throw this away? Taking a photo would be easy, just a few seconds, no harm done.
