It was a four-year college course thirty years ago. Of course, now you can do it in three. Falling standards. It was all I’d ever wanted to do – to be a teacher – that’s what I became in the end. It almost didn’t happen. I had to make it happen by doing something I never thought I’d ever do. I slept with men for money. I wonder what the parents at my school think if they knew that their menopausal deputy head had once done that. I wasn’t a prostitute, not really; I only slept with four men. I’ve only slept with six men in my whole life. Not a high body count. I’ve only slept with one man for the last twenty-six years.
No, I was a kept woman, I suppose. I came from a low-income family. There was never much money about, but I was well-loved. Mum and Dad scrimped and saved to get me through college and pay for my little bedsit. I also helped with a summer job and a part-time job during term time. I lost that job due to an extended final teaching practice. I didn’t care at the time because we also lost my dad, too. He died suddenly from an aneurysm. No warning, no suffering. Me and mum were devastated.
Mum was struggling financially without Dad’s wage. It was when I realised that she’d sold all her jewellery apart from her wedding ring that it all came out. She was in a dire financial mess. Consequently, so was I. I had only six months to finish college, then hopefully get a teaching job, and I could help her out. Pay her back for all she had done for me. I didn’t know how I could afford my flat and be able to finish.
I lived in a bedsit on the second floor of an old. Above me in the attic lived four lads from the year below me. I had come to the conclusion that I just had to leave college and my dreams of teaching behind. I needed to get a job quickly to help Mum out. I held it all in, but I cried alone in that little room. I cried for my dad and I cried for my lost dreams. I cried harder than ever before until I heard a knock at the door. It was the boys from the upstairs flat; Fraser, Jack, Jason and Marc. I opened the door, and they crowded in, squeezing into my room.
“We heard you crying, Vic,” said Jason, “We were worried about you.”
“I’ve lost my mum, Vic, so I know what it’s like to lose a parent,” said Marc.
“Thank you. It’s not just that. I’ve got to give up college. I can’t afford to stay. I’ve lost my job, and Mum can’t afford to pay for this on top of everything else. She’s struggling without Dad’s wage and everything after the funeral.”
“Can’t you transfer nearer to home and commute?” asked Fraser in his soft Scottish accent.
“Not part way through the year. You can only do it for the whole year.”
“All your work wasted,” said Jason. He was a big plump lad with the knack of stating the obvious.
“Thanks for emphasising that, Mr Sensitive,” said Marc as he slapped him on the arm. Marc was tall but skinny with black curly hair and big black spectacles. I thought he had that sexy geek vibe about him. I must admit I fancied him. Fraser was cute, too, in a red-headed, freckled sort of way. Jason was big and lumpy, but he had a lovely smile. Jack was the gang’s leader, small and cute, if you like that. I think he had that little man’s syndrome. He wanted to be in charge.
“I’ve got an idea,” he said. “A way to get you out of this mess, a way that you could stay here and finish college. I need to talk to my mates first, though. Join us upstairs in ten minutes and we’ll sort out the details.”
After they went, I washed my face and reapplied some make-up. I looked a fright. I usually took care of my appearance. I liked to look my best. I wasn’t the slimmest girl but had long legs and a big bust. My breasts were so big that they drooped a bit. I’ve only had two boyfriends, but they were both obsessed with them, whether they had a slight sag or not. My last boyfriend had broken up with me six months before, but he did send me a card when Dad died. Although I missed him when we broke up, if I’m honest, I missed the sex more.
I took my hair out of its top knot and shook it loose. It was my best feature, thick and wavy with just a hint of auburn when the light shone on it. I could sell it to a wig maker. How much would that make; I mused as I padded upstairs to see what the boys had to say.
They were all sitting around the rather messy lounge. They all had eager faces, except for Marc, who had a face like thunder. I would soon find out why. He was so cross.
Jack smiled. “Before we start, I don’t want to offend or press you into anything. I don’t want you to think we are trying to exploit your predicament. It’s just that I’ve come up with a solution that could be favourable to us all. I want to stress that if you agree to our proposal, you are in charge. You’re in the driving seat and decide what this looks like for us all.”
Marc snarled. “Just say it, Jack. Stop beating around the bush. Say it. Then she’ll leave and never speak to any of us ever again.”
I just sat there confused.
“Well,” said Jack. “I propose that we pay for your room until you finish college. We will also buy your shopping and give you some pocket money.”
“Why would you do this? How could I ever repay you?” I asked, stunned by his proposal.
“You don’t need to pay us back. It would all be a gift. We would want a gift from you in return from you. We want to sleep with you occasionally. Fraser here can’t seem to get a girlfriend and needs the experience. I’m just a horny bastard, Jason’s a virgin, and Marc has had the hots for you forever.”
“Hey,” said Marc.
“Well,” smirked Jack, “It’s true.”
I stood up now, “Well, thanks, boys. I felt low enough before, but now I feel like throwing myself out of the window. I might have been at my lowest ebb before, but at least I had my pride. Now I’m at an all-time low. You think I’m some tart that would whore herself out for money and a bag of shopping?”
Jason was standing before the door and realised I couldn’t get out.
“No, Vic, no,” said Fraser. “We don’t think that. We know you’re not like that. We don’t think you’re a slag. Lizzie Peat, she’s a slag. She shagged four lads in a gangbang last Saturday after the pub. She’s a slag and still head of the Christian Union.”
“We just like you,” said Jason. “You’re gorgeous, kind, and the star of all our wet dreams. We wouldn’t hurt you or do anything you weren’t comfortable with.”
“We’d treat you with respect,” said Fraser. “And always respect your boundaries.”
Jack stood up at this point. “We’d never want a threesome or anything like that. It would be strictly one on one. I have no desire to watch these sad sods do their stuff or watch me. I wouldn’t want to give them a complex or anything.”
“What about you, Marc.” I asked, “You’re very quiet.”
“I think it stinks. I think it’s an awful idea. If I could afford it, I’d tell them all to fuck off and pay you myself and ask for nothing in return. I can’t afford that, though. I do want you to stay and I want you to finish your degree. I won’t lie; I want to sleep with you, too. Sorry, only being honest. I’ve always thought you were lovely.”
I looked at them all and turned and walked out of the flat.
I didn’t sleep much that night; I realised I had to decide when to tell the college I was leaving. I rang Mum from the phone box. I told her I’d soon be home.
“Please, love, your dad would be devastated. He was so proud of you. Isn’t there any way you could stay?”
“There is, but I don’t think you’d like it.”
“Whatever it takes, love, please don’t give up. Finish your course, promise me.”
So that’s how I became the kept woman of the boys upstairs.
Marc seemed shocked when he opened the door, “I didn’t think we’d see you again.”
“I know, but I’ve decided to accept your offer. Get the other idiots together and I’ll tell you my rules.”
They all sat around their lounge with expectant looks on their faces.
“I can see you haven’t tidied up, so I won’t ever be with any of you in this cesspit. Seven till nine, Tuesday till Friday, I’m available. Sunday morning, ten till twelve. No more, no less. No pain, no name-calling. I’m still a lady, and you will treat me as such. I’m in charge, and no still means no—no visits during my period. No negotiation. You can decide between you who comes when, if you pardon the pun. I’m not dressing up for you, so if you got visions of a rubber corset or suspenders, you can forget it. I decide who visits me on a Sunday morning. I also decide who gets to go first. That’s you, Marc; get your condoms. You’re on.”
With that, I swept out of their flat before anyone could speak. Only later did I discover I’d offered a lot more than they would have expected. Stupid girl, thinking I was negotiating.
Marc was soon at my door. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I do, Marc, and we both know it. I don’t have any choice, but I did have a choice of who went first.”
“Why me?”
“Partly because I know you don’t really approve of all this, but also because you were honest. I know you want me. Also, because you’re the one I’d pick under normal circumstances.”
As I delivered my speech, I saw the grin spreading across his face. I also noticed the bulge in his trousers get bigger.
“You picked me,” he smiled as he kissed me for the first time, “Thank you.”
I hadn’t planned on kissing them. I know that’s silly, but I was planning to keep it strictly business. They wanted a prostitute, and that’s what they would get. Prostitutes don’t kiss, do they? I seem to remember reading that somewhere. As soon as Marc kissed me, I forgot all about that. I was lost. Wow, could that boy kiss? A kiss is just a kiss; I’d always thought. Apparently not; I felt like I’d been really kissed when Marc kissed me. Just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of tongue and just the right amount of movement.
He held my face gently in his hands as he kissed me. When my first boyfriend did that, I hadn’t liked it. I felt a bit trapped somehow. With Marc, I felt wanted; I felt needed. As he continued kissing me, I just melted in his arms. He gently laid me back on the bed, removing my clothes and kissing me all over. When I was down to my bra and pants, he sat back on his haunches to admire the view. I saw the need in his eyes, and I unfastened my bra and bared my breasts. He actually growled at the back of his throat. It was almost scary how much he wanted and needed me. This was no longer business. I wanted him, too.
He peeled off my pants. I said I’d make no special effort, and I hadn’t. He took my plain, simple cotton pants in his hands like the most delicate silk lingerie. He brought them to his nose, and he inhaled their scent.
“Dirty boy,” I murmured, suddenly embarrassed.
“The best fragrance ever,” he growled again, frantically tearing off his clothes and settling his face between my thighs. Gently parting my lips, he licked and sucked me to orgasm. As excited as I was, I knew he was enjoying it as much, if not more. He was getting off on the effect he was having on me. I’d only briefly glimpse his body before he threw himself between my legs. As skinny as he was, I saw his arms and broad shoulders. I didn’t see his cock, however. That’s what I wanted now.
As I came down for my orgasm high, he moved back up the bed and kissed me. I’d always refuse to kiss boyfriends after they’d gone down on me before, but with Marc, there was something so sexy about his handsome face glistening with my juices. His grin of satisfaction that I’d obviously enjoyed his oral technique. I just couldn’t resist kissing him again. Oh, could he kiss? As he explored my mouth again, he massaged my breasts teasing out my nipples with his fingers till they were aching, begging for his touch. He bent and sucked one into his mouth. It was heaven; I reached down; I wanted to touch him to feel his hardness. But he angled himself away, teasing me.
Eventually, I asked, “Please, let me see you.”
He sat back on his haunches again and there he was in all his glory. His cock curved upwards. It looked painfully hard. His foreskin rolled back, revealing his large glans. I bent as if to taste him.
“Next time,” he muttered, “The first time I come with you, I come inside you.”
I lay back, feeling a little cheated, as he rolled the condom on as he entered me. He was careful and loving, asking me if I was comfortable. He was asking me if I was enjoying it. I think the whimpers, moans and then cries I let out answered all those questions for him, as I rose to meet his thrusts. I felt another orgasm building; he continued to kiss me with such passion. I felt him grow inside me as he growled again. I was beginning to love that sexy growl he did. He came hard. I was disappointed; I was so nearly there. He must have sensed it before I knew what was happening; he was at the bottom of the bed, sucking my juices once more until I came, screaming out loud. I came harder than I ever had before.
We cuddled afterwards, it felt natural, just like a normal young couple, but it wasn’t real. I wish I’d been brave enough to have given him some sign that I liked him before this started. It was too late, but I still had six months of this to look forward to. I suddenly remembered six months of him and six months of the other boys, too.
Chapter two is coming soon – Vic takes Jason’s virginity.
