'Oh!' was all I could initially manage in response. You agree to play and what your limits are, and we pretend to force you. 'Well, not exactly,' Simon interjected, 'It's fantasy play. 'Rape me?' I blurted out in surprise and with such force that other nearby turned their heads to look at me, causing me to blush with acute embarrassment. 'They want to rape you, my dear Rachel,' Sharon explained in the bluntest terms. 'No, I don't,' I confessed rather sheepishly. 'You have all the guys in our year and others lining up to fuck you, and yet you don't have a clue what a forced fantasy is!' 'You are unbelievable, Rach,' Sharon interjected. 'Made to have sex?' I questioned, still stupidly at a loss to understand what he was asking. 'My friends and I wondered if you'd be willing to be.' Here was his embarrassment showing through again, 'Kidnapped and made to have sex with us?' 'So just what do you want from me?' I enquired still with no idea what a 'forced fantasy' was. He was not the greatest looking guy, but was tall with blond hair and green eyes and did, despite his awkwardness in asking, looked as if he could be fun. I looked across the table at Simon, now realising that 'Forced Fantasy' obviously had some sexual innuendo. 'What Simon wants to know is would you be willing to fulfil a little desire they have and want to play out? Sharon added, stepping into the breach left by Simon. 'It's not a drama it's more a.' Simon tried to explain as his words failed him. I could see that both were embarrassed for me in my naivety. Simon nearly choked on his next forkful of food, and Sharon tried hard to suppress a little giggle. 'No, I can't say I am,' I replied honestly, 'Sounds interesting. Simon finished chewing a sausage, swallowed it and asked, 'Rachel can I ask you a very personal question?'īeing aged twenty and despite being intensely sexually aware, I had never heard of such a thing previously. It's pretty much the same as sex, I guess. I have learned through the years that some guys are straight out with it, whereas others try to be gentlemen and bring the subject cautiously round to what they want to ask. There was an initial few minutes of awkwardness between us all as it was apparent he wanted to say something but was not sure how. 'This is Simon,' my friend said, introducing him to me as he took the seat opposite and placed his plate of English Fry on the table. Simon cautiously came and asked if he could sit with Sharon and me, and it was evident that Sharon already knew him, although as far as I could remember, I had never seen him before.
When I sat down for my lunch with Sharon in the university refectory that Wednesday afternoon, I had no idea that I was about to meet one of a group of guys who were examples of millions of others worldwide.