Archive-name: 3plus/sustarts.txt
Archive-author: Steve Edwards
Archive-title: Susan Starts ...
***** The Complete "Susan Starts ...." *****
Copyright Steve Edwards, March 1993.
Warning: The following is a work of fiction, which hopefully you will find
erotic. All characters and places are figments of the author's imagination and
any resemblence to real events is purely coincidental. It contains explicit
material not suitable for minors. If you decide to engage in sexual activities, please follow safe sex guidelines.
It may be distributed electronically, but only with these disclaimers and
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Susan Starts ...
Parts 1 & 2
1. Saturday Night
Susan woke with a start. What was that noise? Where was
she? Almost as quickly as the questions formed, the answers
came. The noise was a quiet thumping sound coming from her
neighbour's room, and she was in her new college room.
She'd only arrived yesterday for her first term, and she
had yet to make any friends. Actually, although she would
hate for anyone else to know, she had cried a little with
homesickness when her parents and younger brother had driven
off, after having unloaded all her things and helped her get
established in her room. The sense of loneliness after they
had gone was impossible to shake off, and she'd decided that
she couldn't face trying to make friends last night so she'd
retired to bed earlier than she had in years, and she'd
quickly fallen asleep.
Susan was disorientated, she couldn't begin to guess what
time it was, however it felt like the middle of the night; it
seemed far too late for such noise to be acceptable. She
leaned out of bed to peer at her alarm clock across the room.
Actually, it was only 11:30PM; not so late after all;
especially for College!
Susan layback on the pillow and listened to the noise,
trying to puzzle out what could be causing it. It was a
slightly a-rhythmic banging, and she blushed when it occurred
to her that it might be the sound of a headboard of a bed
hitting a wall as her neighbour made love; but she
immediately scolded herself for having such a thought. She'd
seen her neighbour briefly as she was moving in; she was a
small brunette, and quite attractive; and seemed to have a
lively, outgoing personality. She'd bounced up and introduced
herself as 'Nicole', and had bounced off saying that she had
more moving in to do. She seemed a nice, ordinary, girl.
Surely she wouldn't be ...
Susan's initial guess was soon confirmed however, by the
moan that came from Nicole's room. It was unquestionably a
moan of sexual excitement; even Susan's limited experience
with sexual matters enabled her to realise this. Actually, to
be fair, the banging and the moans were not that loud. Susan
found herself straining to hear Nicole's sounds. They were
short little gasps of excitement; intermixed with groans that
coincided with the banging from the bed.
Susan had never knowingly been this close to a couple
making love before, and she was finding it intensely
stimulating. She found she was imagining herself in Nicole's
place, and that she was imagining the passionate bout in full
technicolour. She could just see Nicole lying on her back
amongst tangled sheets, her brunette hair all tousled; her
legs parted and clasped around the back of a male, a hairy
male, pumping between her legs.
Susan found her hands snaking over her body on a path they
knew so well; a path that led to pleasure. Almost without
thinking one hand had risen to clasp one of her breasts, the
other was running up between her thighs, her night-dress had
ridden up while she was asleep, enabling easy access to that
magic spot. `Unnn', Susan groaned as a fingertip brushed her
clitoris. It was throbbing madly at the thought of what was
taking place next door, and that initial touch just doubled
the frequency of the throbbing.
The groans from next door had risen in volume; and the
banging was becoming more regular. Susan found that she was
gently squeezing the nipple of her right breast in time with
this rhythm. It had become engorged with blood, and was
pushing up proudly against her night-dress. Her clitoris was
engaged in one long throb now. A finger of her other hand was
probing below her clitoris, amongst the folds of her labia.
They were wet now; oiled with the juice that was oozing out
of her vagina. She normally avoided touching herself here
because it was so messy; and she could satisfy herself fully
be just rocking her fingers on her clitoris. However, tonight
Susan wanted to try and emulate the feeling that Nicole must
be experiencing; the feeling of a hard, erect, penis, sliding
in and out; in and out; in and out ..... `Ahh' moaned Susan,
unable to be quiet as she felt her finger slide into her. It
was very hot, and very tight, and she felt full to capacity.
Sometimes her virgin imagination boggled at the thought of
fitting anything bigger into her, let alone thinking of a
baby coming out! And, if others were to be believed, an erect
penis was much bigger than a finger.
The moans and thumps from next door were obviously rising
to some kind of crescendo as Susan pumped her finger in and
out of her vagina with the same rhythm; her thumb catching
her clitoris on each down stroke. Susan found herself moaning
quietly with the wonderful sensations. Susan could feel her
climax building, building, building, and BUILDING! Suddenly
everything exploded, she whimpered loudly, and felt a wave of
pleasure sweep over her, to be followed immediately by a
feeling of tiredness; satisfaction; and completeness.
She suddenly realised that it was completely silent next
door; and she immediately worried that her neighbours had
finished in time to hear her groans. With that came a wave of
guilt. She shouldn't have masturbated. It wasn't a rational
feeling; intellectually Susan could see no problem with it as
it harmed no-one, not even herself. Nevertheless she felt
somehow unhappy that she had caved in to the demands of her
body again. With melancholy thoughts of guilt and loneliness
Susan turned over, and drifted off into sleep.
2. Sunday
The next day was a Sunday, and Susan spent the morning
tidying up her room and getting it all sorted. She didn't
have any lectures to attend until Tuesday, although there was
some kind of induction lecture on Monday morning. At lunch
time Susan was preparing a meal for herself in the community
kitchen, a kitchen which served twelve rooms, when she saw
Nicole's door open, and Nicole come out dressed in a short
dressing gown. She'd obviously just got up. Susan blushed
just thinking about what she'd heard last night.
Nicole ambled into the kitchen, and said, "Hi, your Susan
aren't you, I'm Nicole. We met yesterday'. Susan nodded, and
said `Yes'. At that moment another figure appeared at
Nicole's doorway. It was a man; well, a boy really, but
dressed with only in a towel wrapped around his waist he
certainly presented a very masculine image to Susan. Susan
found herself blushing again, and hoped Nicole wouldn't
notice. He came into the kitchen, stood behind Nicole,
wrapping her in his arms, and kissing the back of her neck.
Susan wasn't sure where to look, but Nicole seemed
unperturped. She introduced him as 'John', and described him
as her "boyfriend". John nodded and smiled at Susan, and
said, `Excuse me ladies, I'm just off for a shower'. With
that he left them, and went down the corridor to the
community shower. Both girls found themselves watching him.
Nicole turned to Susan, and stated `He got a great body
hasn't he?'. Susan mumbled some indistinct reply.
Nicole continued by saying, `Sorry if we were too loud last
night'. Susan was mortified that Nicole was bringing the
subject up. However, she managed to mumble something about
`No, it was quite alright'. Nicole however continued, `You
see it will be the last time we will be able to do it for
some time, as John has to return home. However, he hopes to
be able to come up for a number of weekends throughout the
term.' Susan was amazed at Nicole's easy manner in talking
about Sex, in talking about "doing it".
`Um, I guessed that was what you were doing.' Susan said,
with forthright honesty before she had time to censor
herself. Nicole smiled at her and said, `Yes we guessed we'd
got you going when we heard your cries immediately after ours
- no don't blush; it is nothing to be ashamed of' continued
Nicole seeing Susan's chagrin at having been "caught".
Susan busied herself in her lunch preparations as she
didn't know what to say next. Nicole came up behind her, and
placed a hand on her shoulder. `Everybody does it you know,
there is nothing to be ashamed about. I do it myself
regularly'. Susan turned to her and said, `You do?, but
aren't you ashamed of that?' `No of course not!', laughed
Nicole, `It's natural. What could be wrong with doing it?'
This was the very question that Susan often asked herself,
and she knew she had no answer. Yet, it had always been
something which was done in private; and never talked about;
so it must be wrong, mustn't it?
Hearing Nicole boldly echo the very question that she often
asked herself was like a gust of fresh air in a musty room to
Susan. She felt a weight of guilt start to slip from her, and
she smiled, and turned and gave Nicole a quick hug. `Thank
you, I know that, but sometimes I don't feel it'.
John returned then, with wet hair, and a soapy smell.
`What's for breakfast then?', he asked. Susan said, `I seem
to have made more than enough lunch, would you both like to
join me?' `Sure', John and Nicole replied together. `I'll
just go and shower' continued Nicole, `And I'll go and get
dressed', appended John.
John and Nicole joined Susan in her room a bit later. As
they ate their food they got to know one another: what course
they were doing; where they were from; what exam results they
had got. Questions and answers which would quickly become
very tired over the next few days, but which were still fresh
at this time.
Shortly after lunch John said his goodbyes, as he had a
long journey back home. Susan and Nicole saw John to the car
park, where he got on his motor-bike, and roared off with a
wave. `Do you want to come back to my room and help me
unpack?' Nicole asked Susan when John had gone. `Sure', Susan
replied, glad to have made a friend so quickly.
They chattered about all sorts of things as they worked to
get Nicole sorted out. Eventually the conversation turned to
sex; and Susan admitted that she was still a virgin; and that
she'd never really had a boyfriend. The one boy who had taken
her out had tried to grab her breasts (or "tits" as he'd
called them), just before they'd got home, but Susan had
pushed him away, and had quickly escaped home.
Susan learned that Nicole had had lots of boyfriends,
although John was the first one that she'd gone all the way
with. That was over six months ago; and that they had been
doing it as often as they could ever since. Susan also learnt
that Nicole's parents had brought her up in the car
yesterday; and they didn't know that John was coming up on
his motor-bike. In fact, they didn't know their daughter was
sexually active, nevertheless they did know that they weren't
that keen on John. This explained how Nicole had so much
stuff with her; it couldn't all have come on the back of a
motor-cycle!
***** +++++ *****
`John was very attracted to you, you know Suzi', Nicole
said as they were sitting in her room with a coffee, after
they had tidied it. Susan looked at her startled, she tried
to read Nicole's face, but she didn't know her well enough
yet to interpret the look she found there. `No I didn't. How
do you know?', asked Susan carefully; uncertain as to her
friend's feeling on the subject; yet slightly flattered at
the same time.
`He told me, before we joined you for lunch. He said that
knowing that you'd got hot from hearing him fuck me, and
seeing you blush so prettily when he came out and joined us
in the kitchen, had started to give him a "hard on". He had
to rush off for a shower before you noticed.'
Susan could feel herself blushing again at hearing these
revelations. Also she could feel a sexual tingling beginning
between her thighs. She rubbed her thighs together
surreptitiously, as she changed position on her seat. `And
how do you feel about that?', she probed, trying to evaluate
Nicole's attitude.
`Oh, I can see why he finds you attractive. Your hair is so
beautiful, I wish I was a blond; your breasts are pert and
full; you've got wonderfully long legs; and when you blush
you are really devastating.' Nicole asserted all this while
undressing Susan with her eyes.
Susan dropped her eyes; unable to handle all these
compliments at once. She knew however that she was excited;
her clitoris was throbbing slightly and she could feel
wetness seeping into her panties. `But don't you mind that
John finds me attractive?', she exclaimed, trying to
understand her friend.
Nicole laughed. `No of course not. We have a very open
relationship. We always talk about other people that we'd
like to make love to.' Susan was both shocked and interested
at the same time. Shocked a the revelation that John's
"attraction" was actually sexual desire; shocked that Nicole
and John talked so openly; and interested in how such a
relationship worked.
`You mean, you actually don't mind him lusting after other
girls? And you let him make love to them?' asked Susan with
amazement. Nicole was pleased with the way that her words
were being received by Susan. She was obviously agitated;
sexually excited as well if the way that she was squeezing
her thighs together was anything to go by.
`I couldn't stop him lusting, so instead we talk about it.
I get to see who attracts him, and this sharing adds spice to
our love life. But no, so far we have remained faithful to
each other. But I suspect that this won't survive us studying
at different colleges. But I'm keen to hear about all his
exploits', explained Nicole. If the truth be told, this
conversation was starting to get her excited as well.
Nicole's next question shocked Susan to the core. Nicole
turned to her, and said, `Suzi, would you like John to make
love to you when he comes down next?'
Susan could feel her face burning; she could feel her
clitoris throbbing; she could see Nicole waiting for an
answer, but her brain seemed to have stopped working. She
couldn't assimilate what was being suggested. A picture of
John with just a towel on formed before her eyes; his
masculine chest bare. As she "watched" an erection caused the
towel to tent; and then the towel fell leaving John naked to
her gaze. `Unn' was all that Susan managed to croak. She
cleared her throat and tried again. `I, er, I, ...', again
Susan trailed off in confusion.
`John would love to make love to you. He's very good you
know, and can be very gentle. And his prick is, well,
heavenly', continued Nicole, leaning forward in the eagerness
of her sales talk. Susan mind filled with fresh images; she
imagined herself on her back; with her virgin thighs open;
with John between them; with his "heavenly" prick entering
her with skilled gentleness. Without her awareness Susan's
legs had drifted apart; and from her seat across the room,
Nicole could see that Susan's love juices were beginning to
form a dark patch on the crotch of her jeans.
`You like the idea don't you', probed Nicole. `Yes',
croaked Susan, feeling impelled to be honest. `John will love
the idea too', Nicole continued. `What is it like?', asked
Susan, her arousal causing her to ask one of the questions
that was foremost on her mind.
Nicole started to tell her; she spoke about an initial pain
if you're still a virgin; she talked about the unspeakable
thrill as the penis enters you; and starts to slide in and
out. She spoke of the joy of feeling full and distended. As
she was speaking Nicole closed her eyes and remembered, and
her thighs parted and a hand started to caress herself
through her jeans. Susan saw what her friend was doing, but
rather than being shocked, her own arousal and the words that
Nicole was saying meant that she was only too eager to join
her in masturbating. Susan's hands rubbed herself through her
jeans, she was unable to stop a low moan escaping her lips.
At the sound of Susan's moan, Nicole moaned as well. She
stopped talking, and watched Susan caress herself. Susan
became aware that her friend was watching her, but she had no
desire to stop. Anyway, Nicole was still masturbating
herself, so it was alright to continue. `Lets make ourselves
more comfortable', suggested Nicole in a husky voice. `What
do you mean?' asked Susan. `Lets take our clothes off, and
masturbate in front of each other on the bed.' When Nicole
saw the uncertainty in Susan's eyes, she jumped to her feet,
went over to Susan, and pulled her out of the chair, and
said, `Come on Suzi'.
They stood there in front of each other, both hurrying to
remove their clothes; both watching as the other's body was
slowly revealed. Sweaters were discarded and were followed by
blouses; blouses by bras; bras by jeans; jeans by panties;
panties by socks. Their faces were flushed with sexual
excitement as they stood naked before each other. `Gosh, your
hair is beautiful', whispered Susan in a awed voice, as she
reached to stroke Nicole's short hair.
`Come on, lets get on the bed', urged Nicole; eager to
continue her self gratification. Nicole led Susan to the
small college-room bed. And she arranged them so that they
were lying on their sides, facing towards each other. Each
had their bottom leg out straight, and their top leg bent so
that they had easy access to their pussies. Nicole ensured
that they lay with their heads at opposite ends, so that they
each had a close up view of the other's cunt.
Susan was so excited to see Nicole's fingers slide into her
own vagina. She pushed, three, no four fingers in; and pumped
them in and out rhythmically. Susan could smell the arousal
of her friend, and could see the love juice glistening on her
fingers as they pulled out, only to be pushed back in again,
over and over. Susan was whimpering with the feeling that her
own fingers were eliciting from her clitoris and vagina.
Inspired by Nicole, she had managed to squeeze two fingers
into herself. It was slightly uncomfortable to start with,
but she was soon lubricated well enough to slide them in and
out easily.
Nicole in turn was fascinated to see her virgin friend frig
her own pussy. She lent forward to inhale the womanly aroma
of Susan, and this inspired her to pump her own fingers all
the harder. Nicole's moans were sending warm air over Susan's
heated clitoris, and she couldn't help bucking her hips so
that her pussy came into contact with Nicole's face. Before
she knew what was happening, Susan found her friend burying
her face in her pussy, and licking around her labia. Susan
collapsed back on the bed, she stopped masturbating as she
felt the sensations that Nicole was producing sweep over her.
Nicole had also stopped frigging herself, and was now sliding
two fingers into Susan's cunt in time with her licks, which
were now directed to her clitoris.
Susan was spiralling out of control; she wasn't thinking
about what was happening; whether it was right or wrong; all
she knew, all she could think about, was the building wall of
passion that was growing in her loins. It was a tidal wave of
pleasure that seemed about to break over her, yet the skilled
tongue of Nicole prevented it from actually arriving. Susan
found herself bucking all over the bed, desperate to come;
desperate to find release. Yet still Nicole teased her; still
Nicole withdraw her tongue at the wrong moment. `Oh Oh OH OH
OH!!!' cried Susan uncontrollably. Yet just at the wrong
moment Nicole changed rhythm, and the passion continued to
rise rather than peaking as it was about to. Susan was
twisting and turning under Nicole, and eventually was driven
to shout, `FUCKING MAKE ME COME!!!!!', at which Nicole sucked
hard on her whole clitoral region, while strumming her
clitoris hard with her tongue. Susan's scream must have been
heard in all the rooms on her floor. She bucked, and cried
out, and collapsed. Susan lay quivering under her friend for
minutes afterwards, drained and satiated. `Oh Boy, that was
good' she eventually murmured.
`No! really?', quipped Nicole, with a very pleased grin.
Her whole face glistening with Susan's juices. Susan looked
well and truly fucked, as she lay there, her eyes closed, her
face and chest pink with the fading flush of sexual
excitement, her legs splayed open, lewdly revealing her puffy
labia.
Nicole became aware of her own throbbing clitoris again; it
was beating with a steady rhythm that called out for a touch.
She touched herself gently, and moaned at the sensation.
Susan opened her eyes at the sound, and found herself looking
directly into Nicole's pussy as she masturbated. She was
transfixed by the sight. Nicole was so excited that her pussy
juice was oozing out of her vagina, making her thighs,
bottom, and even the sheets, wet. Susan found the whole aroma
most stimulating.
Nicole then moaned, `Lick me Suzi, lick me until I come!'.
Susan was certainly tempted, but she was unsure. What exactly
was she supposed to do?, What would it taste like?, What ...;
further questioning was stopped as a wave of lust swept over
her which caused her to bring her face into contact with
Nicole's pussy. Susan tentatively licked with her tongue. Her
tongue brushed Nicole's clitoris, and Nicole moaned, `Ohh,
yes'. The taste was okay; a bit strong, but not unpleasant.
Actually, Susan found herself enjoying it more and more as
she continued licking. Nicole continued to whimper quietly as
Susan licked her. After a while, Susan explored further, by
sending her tongue on forays down between Nicole's labia.
Nicole was obviously enjoying herself, and this in turn
excited Susan. She plunged into the task with renewed vigour;
not minding that her chin, her cheeks, her whole face, was
smeared with Nicole's juices. Suddenly Nicole's thighs
stiffened, her hands held Susan's head in place, and she
bucked up against her tongue with a most satisfying wail;
`Ahhhhh!!!', `Ahhhhh!!!', `Ahhhhowww'. Nicole climaxed and
climaxed. Susan was most pleased with herself.
As their passion subsided Susan started to feel
uncomfortable. What had she done? Was she a lesbian? Was it
right? It sure felt good, but should she have enjoyed it? She
felt a growing wave of guilt, shame, and confusion, and as it
burst upon her, she started to cry quietly. `Hey, what's
wrong, silly?', asked Nicole as she moved round to give Susan
a hug. `I, I, I don't know', replied Susan between quiet
sobs. `Come on, dafty, there is nothing to cry about. We've
just been pleasing ourselves as best we can, until our man
gets back.', consoled Nicole. This brought a weak smile to
Susan's face, although she was surprised to be reminded of
Nicole's intention to share John with her.
`Come on, lets get dressed and go and check on where the
lecture theatres are; and see what facilities they have on
campus.', infused Nicole, changing the mood. Susan smiled at
her friend's, or was it her lover's?, energy and enthusiasm.
She realised that her queries remained unanswered, but she
suppressed them for the moment, and entered into Nicole's
plans. They washed, dressed, and went off to explore the
campus.
***** +++++ *****
That night, alone in her room Susan thought back over the
last two days. Yesterday, was it only yesterday?, she'd been
living at home with her parents and brother; she'd packed her
things into the car; they'd all driven off to college; she'd
found her room, moved in, and gone to sleep early. She
remembered that she'd been wakened by the noise of Nicole and
John's love making, and that she'd masturbated as she
listened to them. Her thoughts continued by surveying this
day. She'd tidied her room; met John and Nicole; they'd had
lunch together, waved John off; tidied Nicole's room. And
then ...
Even though she was alone, Susan blushed to remember what
came next. She and Nicole had masturbated in front of each
other; had stripped naked; got on the same bed, and continued
masturbating, until Nicole had licked her pussy. Susan could
feel herself getting wet at the memory of Nicole's magic
tongue. Actually, to be absolutely honest, it was Susan
herself who had initiated things by pushing her crotch into
Nicole's face. Susan was horrified at that memory. What if
Nicole had recoiled in disgust, how ashamed she would have
been! She was also worried that maybe she was a lesbian:
after all, she'd never got on well with boys, she was too
shy, and she couldn't deny that Nicole had driven her to an
amazing climax - undoubtedly the best of her life, she had
almost blacked-out. Susan caressed herself as she remembered
crying out for Nicole to make her come, had she really said
those words? Susan also couldn't deny that she'd also enjoyed
licking Nicole's pussy. Would it be so bad if she did enjoy
making love to girls? Clearly, Nicole had enjoyed herself as
well, and yet she had John. So you could obviously enjoy
girls without being a lesbian. Good, because she wasn't sure
about giving up all her dreams of a big wedding, marriage,
babies, grandchildren. The idea of giving up all that filled
her with an unspeakable dread. Surely without them, you
couldn't have a really satisfying life, could you?
Having settled that just because she'd enjoyed this
afternoon didn't mean she was necessarily a lesbian, and
remembering Nicole's offer to let John fuck her, Susan
concentrated on her caresses. She quickly brought herself to
a small, not entirely satisfying, climax. She speedily made
her bed-time preparations, got into bed, and dropped off to
sleep almost immediately.
Susan Starts ...
Parts 3 & 4
3. Monday
The next day found Susan crowding with hoards of other new
students into the lecture block to attend introductory
lectures. Susan made her way into her lecture hall, and found
a place near to the front. The room was tiered, not at all
like her classrooms back at school. Susan found herself
slightly overawed at the thought that she was at university.
The future seemed to hold unlimited opportunities and duties,
and Susan wasn't at all sure that she was up to facing them.
However the excitement; the freedom; the shear possibilities
of university, were almost palpable in the air of that
lecture room, full as it was with bright young students.
Susan felt her spirits soar.
Susan noticed that she was sitting next to a boy; he was
kind of nice looking, although Susan didn't like his taste in
clothes. He was dressed a little bit too conservatively for
Susan; too nurdish, she concluded, dismissing him from her
mind. The lecturer entered then, and all conversations died
down. She introduced herself as Dr. Shannon; the head of
their faculty. She went on to explain the structure of their
course; the fact that they were to be assigned to a tutor who
was to help them with personal problems and to give them
academic advice; the fact that they were expected to attend
practicals; and the fact that they would need to do
significant work in their own time if they were to keep up.
She wished them well with their studies, and told them that
there would be a revised timetable available from the faculty
office from this afternoon.
The boy who had been sitting next to her tried to strike up
a conversation as they filed out afterwards. `Hi, I'm Paul.
So you are on this course as well?'. Susan pondered whether
she should bother to respond, did she really want to get to
know someone with such a terrible opening line? `Yes, that's
right.', Susan confirmed simply, refusing to exchange names
just yet. They got separated then in the crowd, and Susan
made good her escape. What to do now?, that was the question.
She had all the rest of the day to herself. She decided she
may as well check-out the student coffee-shop and common
room.
Entering the room left her feeling rather alone; the room
was full of students; all were talking animatedly in small
groups. She was just about to leave as she didn't fancy
drinking a coffee by herself in such a crowd when she saw
Nicole across the room, sitting amongst a group of girls.
Nicole saw her at the same time and beckoned her over. As she
arrived at Nicole's group, Nicole welcomed her, `Hi Suzi,
meet everyone: this is Jeanette; Sally; Jean; and, sorry I've
forgot your name', `Melonie', answered the redhead in
question, shyly. `Everyone, this is Suzi, my next door
neighbour in Cromwell Hall.', continued Nicole, finishing the
introduction. There were a chorus of `Hi'es' and `Hellos'
from around the table as Susan joined them. Susan tried hard
to keep names with faces, but failed immediately. Susan
learnt that they were all on Nicole's course, and that they
had just met. She quickly felt at home with this group,
swapping details about home-towns, courses, and grades etc..
As Susan was engaged in conversation with Sally, or was it
Jeanette?, she noticed that the boy from her course, Paul,
had entered the common room. He looked around, and promptly
walked out again. `No social skills', Susan thought to
herself, some-what unfairly.
It turned out that Melonie was also on the second floor of
Cromwell hall, and that she'd moved in Saturday morning. This
caused Susan to wonder if she'd heard her cries as Nicole had
driven her wild the day before. But Melonie was so shy, it
was obvious that she'd never bring the subject up even if she
had. Melonie was very beautiful; no other word could describe
her. Her red hair was long and wavy, and was stylishly cut;
her face was very pretty, even her freckles were just right
for her. Her breasts were a nice size, although not quite as
big as Nicole's; and her legs looked good as well, as far as
Susan could tell from where she was sitting. Susan was only
slightly surprised to find herself evaluating another girl's
body. All day she'd been noticing how sexy other members of
her own sex were; she found herself wondering what they
looked like under their clothes. As a consequence she'd felt
a low sexual buzz all day.
Nicole leaned over and whispered so only Susan could hear,
`Melonie's rather cute isn't she?'. Susan could feel a blush
start to rise, which she manfully tried to fight down. Had
she been so obvious in her appraisal of Melonie? Susan felt
mortified that Nicole had read her thoughts so easily.
Susan's embarrassment went unnoticed by the others because
just at that moment Sally and Jeanette announced that they
had to go as they were going into town for some shopping.
They all left then, Susan, Nicole, and Melonie heading back
to their rooms in Cromwell hall.
***** +++++ *****
After Melonie had said goodbye, and entered her own room,
Nicole invited herself into Susan's room. `Well, what do you
think, she's adorable isn't she?', Nicole asked as soon as
the door was shut. Susan wasn't sure if she was ready to
admit openly her attraction towards other girls, but she
found herself being swept along by Nicole's comments. `Oh,
did you see the way her tits strained against her blouse?,
you could see the outline of her nipples. Also, did you
notice her tongue?, I would love to have that tongue flick my
clit, wouldn't you?', enthused Nicole.
Susan soon found that her silence, and lack of objections,
had implicated her in sharing Nicole's appreciation of
Melonie. Also the topic of conversion was getting both girls
excited. Nicole could see from the flush on Susan's face that
she was getting very turned on by her words. Nicole came up
behind Susan, and started to massage her shoulders, she felt
Susan tense instinctively, and then relax. `Can you imagine
what she must look like naked?', whispered Nicole in her ear,
her hands slipping down Susan's front; brushing over her
breasts beneath her clothes. Susan felt her nipples spring to
attention, and she only managed a grunted `Unn ... Yes', as
exquisite sensations rippled through her body. `Wouldn't you
like to kiss those cherry lips, and squeeze those full
breasts?', probed Nicole, her own hands working magic in
Susan as they squeezed her breasts. Susan was rapidly losing
all sense of which way was up, her clitoris was throbbing as
though it would never stop; juices were flowing out into her
panties which were getting sopping wet; her nipples were
erect and tingling from being squashed, and from chaffing on
her bra as Nicole played with her.
With a groan, Susan twisted in Nicole's arms and placed a
hot steamy kiss on Nicole's mouth. Susan held Nicole's head
between her hands as her lips moved on Nicole's; their
tongues met with a electric shock of sexual excitement, and
Nicole's plundered Susan's mouth. Her hands meanwhile were
not idle; she clutched and kneaded Susan's bottom through her
skirt. Susan was so carried away by how hot Nicole was making
her, that she had little time to reflect that this was the
first time she'd kissed another girl on the mouth, and how
good it felt. When they stopped, they were both flushed with
excitement, and out of breath. `Quickly, lets undress',
panted Susan urgently, driven into blatantly taking the lead
by a strength of passion that was new to her.
Nicole stepped back, and stood still, as Susan hurriedly
undid her cardigan. She couldn't prevent a moan from escaping
as Susan's hands brushed her nipples in passing. She found
herself panting slightly as Susan fumbled to undo the buttons
of her blouse. Susan felt really emboldened by her friend's
sudden passiveness; nevertheless she could feel her knees
trembling, and her hands shook as they removed Nicole's
blouse, and reached behind her for her bra clasp. This
brought them closer together, into another steamy kiss. When
Susan pulled back from the kiss, Nicole's bra came away,
leaving her large breasts quivering freely. Susan was struck
again by her friend's beauty.
Nicole used the pause in Susan's undressing to start to
undress Susan. `Here Suzi, let me free you from that', she
said, pulling her blouse out from the waistband of her skirt.
Susan moaned as Nicole's heated hands brushed her naked
stomach. Nicole's fingers deftly unbuttoned the blouse,
pausing only to make arousing forays over Susan's nipples.
Susan moaned with each caress; `Oh, Ohh, Ohhh', her nipples
hardening and thrusting out as though to prolong each caress.
Nicole slipped the blouse off Susan's shoulders; it slid down
her arms, pinning them to her sides. Rather than freeing
Susan, Nicole lent forward and closed her mouth over the
nipple on Susan's left breast. Susan could feel a delicious
weakness spread throughout her body; and she shivered with
excitement as Nicole's tongue lathed her nipple through the
bra. It was wet now and the material had become transparent
with Nicole's saliva. As Nicole turned her attention to
Susan's right nipple, Susan couldn't repress a moan that was
louder than she knew was wise, given it was lunch time, and
there were other girls in the neighbouring rooms.
Nicole could tell that Susan's legs wouldn't be able to
hold her for much longer, burning up with passion as she was,
so she lowered Susan to the chair behind her. A little nip
with her teeth, brought a new moan from Susan. Nicole
impatiently pulled the cups of Susan's bra aside, so that her
breasts bounced free; their strawberry tips hard and
glistening from her licking. Susan was so far gone that she
didn't even notice the momentary discomfort that such a
manoeuvre brought. While Nicole resumed her licking she
worked her hands up Susan's legs; caressing slowly, rucking
Susan's skirt up in the process. Susan could feel her skin
quivering under Nicole's firm hands, and she couldn't help
parting her thighs to encourage Nicole to caress the inside
of her thighs. She also couldn't help lifting her bottom off
the chair as Nicole's hands slid under her bottom to clutch
her panties. Nicole smiled at Susan's eager compliance. Then
she yanked Susan's panties down with a speed and a force
which emphasised the passion of the moment. Nicole's mastery
only intensified Susan's lust.
Nicole stood there in Susan's room, naked from the waist
up, looking down at her friend. Susan was lying back in her
college room chair; her breasts protruding from her bra; her
arms pinned to her sides by her half discarded blouse; her
skirt rucked up around her middle; her legs splayed lewdly,
exposing her glistening pussy with its beautiful covering of
blond pubic hair. She was panting; her breasts were heaving;
her head was thrown back; and her eyes were closed. Susan was
obviously "in heat".
Nicole speedily popped open the buttons on her own jeans,
and removed them with her panties in one motion. She then
knelt between Susan's legs, and placed a steamy kiss on her
inner thigh. Susan moaned, `Unnnn'. Nicole slowly moved her
kisses up her friend's thigh, nibbling and licking as she
went. `Is it good Suzi?, do you like it?', she paused to ask,
teasingly, enjoying Susan's struggle to keep her urgent
`Yesss!!!', to an appropriate volume. Susan's groan was
definitely too loud when Nicole's mouth avoided her crotch
and continued to kiss her down the other leg. Susan tried to
reach Nicole's head to guide her back where she wanted her,
but her blouse kept her from just quite reaching, bringing a
heart felt `Owwwh!'; a gasp of real frustration, noted
Nicole. She continued to play Susan like an instrument as she
let her tongue slowly snake back up her leg. She could taste
Susan's juices as she neared her crotch a second time; Susan
was overflowing in her arousal. Nicole allowed her tongue
just a few brief licks of Susan's puffy labia, before moving
past. Susan's head was rolling from side to side, she was
looking very flushed as she tried to buck her hips up towards
Nicole tongue. Nicole returned to Susan's pussy, after only a
brief excursion down her leg. Her tongue pushing its way into
Susan's vagina with a stiff urgency. Susan arched
uncontrollably, and then managed to arch again as Nicole's
hand reached up an pinched a nipple an instant later. The
pain was really pleasure; the tingling feeling afterwards was
incredible.
Nicole licked at Susan's clitoris; her friend was
whimpering continually, `Awh, Ah, Ahh, Unn, Yes!!, Yes!!,
Yesss!!!, Oh, Ohh, OHH!!'. Susan was bucking and rolling in
her chair; all that existed were the sensations that Nicole
were eliciting within her. Nicole could tell her friend's
orgasm was approaching from the little twitches of her leg
muscles. She decided not to torment Susan this time, so she
continued licking with a steady rhythm, and then sucked hard
just before the end. Susan exploded, `AhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!!!,
oh! Oh!! OH!! OHHHHHH!!!, Wow!, oh wow!!, Ohhhnn!'. Nicole
kept on sucking and strumming with her tongue as Susan
climaxed, and before Susan was aware of it, a new wave of
pleasure wracked her body, `AAAAHHHHEEEEOOWWW', she almost
screamed. Susan's body sagged back into the chair, she was
spent. Well and truly!
***** +++++ *****
Susan was brought back to reality by a gentle knocking on
her door. She looked quickly at Nicole, who was stark naked,
while she was in a state of dishabille. Whatever could she
do? A sudden surge of adrenalin brought her to her feet,
`Quick!', she whispered to Nicole, `Hide out of sight!'.
`Coming' she added in a louder voice for the visitor at her
door. `You sure were!', whispered Nicole mischievously as she
moved to where Susan had motioned her. Susan slipped out of
her creased blouse and half off bra, she pulled her skirt
down, and slipped on a T-shirt, and then opened the door.
Susan was embarrassed to see the quizzical face of Melonie.
`Hi', Susan said, trying to sound normal. `Hi', repeated
Melonie nervously, `I was just wondering if you were, unn,
alright?'. Susan tried desperately to think of a story that
could explain the noises that Melonie must have heard; her
mind was a blank! `Oh yea, I'm fine, I was just ... , I was
just, umm, watching a video! When Harry met Sally!!, Have you
seen it?' Susan knew she was starting to babble, but couldn't
stop herself. `Oh, yes, last year', Melonie replied, her
expression revealing enlightenment. `So you've got your own
video recorder then?', she continued. `Yes, it was an
eighteenth birthday present, just before I came here',
elaborated Susan, hardly believing that her story was being
accepted. `You must come around some time and we'll catch a
good video together', offered Susan. `Sure, well, maybe. I'm
not sure yet what the work will be like on my course',
explained Melonie, rather pleased that Susan was making such
overtures of friendship towards her. Just then Melonie caught
a glimpse past Susan into her room, she coloured slightly,
and excused herself as quickly as possible.
Susan couldn't understand Melonie's behaviour until she
turned back into the room, and saw two lots of clothes
tangled on the floor in view of the door. Two pairs of
panties, two bras, one pair of jeans, and one blouse that was
obviously Nicole's, a very distinctive print. She also caught
a glimpse of herself: her skirt creased, her hair looking
tousled, and her face still had the flushed look of sexual
arousal. Susan groaned when she realised what Melonie must
have thought.
Nicole was finding the whole situation highly amusing.
`When Harry met Sally!, That was brilliant Suzi, you're a
genius! Hey, Cheer up, what's wrong?', she queried when she
saw Susan's face. `I think she guessed!', Susan stated, with
gloom. `So what?', demanded Nicole with bright unconcern. `I
bet it only makes her horny to think of me licking you out'.
Susan coloured at the thought that anyone else would know
that she enjoyed lesbian activities, but admitted that the
idea that Melonie might even now be getting aroused at the
idea of Nicole and her together was an exciting one. `I
know', continued Nicole excitedly, `let's give her just long
enough to start masturbating, and then lets go and knock on
her door'. 'Susan liked the idea. It was beginning to make
her hot again thinking of sweet little Melonie masturbating.
Nicole borrowed one of Susan's dressing gowns, and popped
back to her own room to 'change'. Susan met her outside her
door seconds later; Nicole was now dressed in her own short,
sexy, dressing gown. Together they went down the corridor and
stood outside of Melonie's room. Checking that no-one else
was around, Nicole placed her ear to Melonie's door. Susan
did the same, and together they heard the faintest of moans
that could have been Melonie in the throes of sexual
excitement. Nicole motioned Susan away from the door, and
then knocked loudly.
They heard some scrambling, and then a very red faced
Melonie came to the door. She was bare foot, the buttons on
her blouse were not buttoned straight, the darkness and
prominence of her nipples indicated that she was no longer
wearing a bra, and that they were aroused, and she was
breathing quite hard. Susan could feel her clitoris throb at
the sight. Nicole smiled, and said, as she stepped forward,
`Hi Melonie, mind if we come in?'. Melonie mumbled something
about `Of course not', as she retreated before them.
Susan's eye took in how Melonie had tried to make the
standard college room her own; but she particularly noticed
the creased bedding where Melonie had obviously just been
lying, and the bedside cabinet draw that wouldn't close
because of something pushed in clumsily. Melonie followed her
gaze, and blushed furiously when she saw where she was
looking. `What's this?', asked Nicole, going over to the draw
and lifting up the offending object. Susan's eyes widened
when she saw what it was, and Melonie cast her eyes down to
the floor in shame. For there in Nicole's hand was an eight
inch vibrator, and not only that, but it was still glistening
with Melonie's love juices.
`My, oh my, we have been a naughty girl haven't we?', asked
Nicole, looking at Melonie who was obviously wishing the
ground would swallow her up. Susan came up beside Melonie,
and touched her arm, `It's alright you know; I can understand
how you got turned on by the idea of Nicole and me'. Susan
ran her hands up and down Melonie's arm, as she continued,
`We all masturbate. I do so almost every day, and I know
Nicole does as well. I've never used a vibrator though, what
does it feel like?'. Susan's words were starting to ease
Melonie's anguish, although she was still mortified to have
been caught red handed. Susan's words continued soothingly,
as her fingers stayed so that they were brushing the outside
of Melonie's left breast. Nicole joined in caressing her
other arm. Melonie was obviously getting turned on by the
situation; her breath was coming in shallower gasps; clearly
they'd interrupted her while she was at a high stage of
sexual excitement. Nicole ran the fingers of one hand through
Melonie's beautiful hair; while the other slipped down and
took one of Melonie's hands in her own. This hand she lifted
up, and guided into her dressing gown and onto one breast.
Nicole and Melonie gasped at the same time. Nicole's gown
drifted open, revealing her beautiful charms to Susan and
Melonie. Susan by now was boldly caressing Melonie's breasts
through her blouse. The nipples were even more prominent, and
Susan could feel her own pussy getting wet. Melonie had
started to pant and groan quietly, `Ohh, Ohhhnnn'.
`Come on Suzi, let's get her on the bed', urged Nicole,
slipping out of her gown. Between them they guided a now
compliant Melonie over to her bed. Susan kissed Melonie hard
on the mouth; it was a kiss burning with lust and passion,
and Melonie returned it with vigour. A naked Nicole stood
back. She picked up the vibrator, held it to her nose and
sniffed Melonie's fragrance. Melonie blushed prettily at this
lewd display. Nicole went on to place the vibrator in her
mouth, and suck it clean of Melonie's juices. Melonie was
transfixed by this, and was unable to prevent parting her
lovely white thighs in response, which caused her short skirt
to ride up. She had no panties on, and was obviously wet.
Susan meanwhile was unbuttoning Melonie's badly buttoned
blouse, freeing her big breasts, and taking her nipples into
her mouth and tonguing them. Melonie closed her eyes, in
danger of being overwhelmed with all the sensations coursing
through her.
She didn't open them again until she heard the soft
familiar purring sound of her vibrator being turned on, just
before Nicole applied it to her inner thighs. The quivering
sensation quickly caused her to open her legs wider, exposing
herself to a new friends. `Ohhhhhhhhh', she couldn't avoid
moaning. Susan meanwhile had speedily unbuttoned her skirt,
and had tugged off her T-shirt, joining Nicole in being
naked. Only Melonie was wearing anything, and that was only
her skirt, bunched at her waist. As Nicole continued to run
the vibrator up and down Melonie's legs, bringing it closer
and closer to her aching clitoris, Melonie whimpered
unashamedly.
Susan decided to leave Melonie, and go and sit on the floor
between Nicole's legs. She was pleased to note Nicole's
shudder as she ran her hands up her legs and clutched her
bottom. Susan pulled on Nicole's bottom, and brought her
sopping pussy into contact with her face. Susan flicked out a
tongue and caught Nicole right on her clitoris. `Owhhhh',
groaned Nicole, her legs almost giving away. The sensations
that Susan was giving her caused her to allow the vibrator to
pulsate over Melonie's pussy before she'd driven her insane
with her teasing, as she had intended to do. The vibrator was
causing Melonie to buck in a most un-shy way. There was a
growing chorus of pants and groans from all three of them.
Nicole was struggling to retain her control, so that she
could drive Melonie wild. Yet Suzi's tongue was unbelievable;
`Ohh, Ohhh, Owwwh!!', she gasped. Jerkingly she moved the
large white vibrator backwards and forwards over Melonie's
pussy; pulsing over her clitoris one second, edging between
her passion swallow labia the next. Melonie had shed any
remaining embarrassment or shyness, all that mattered was her
growing pleasure; all that mattered was to find release from
this happy torture! Susan was enjoying herself too: she loved
the power she felt over Nicole; she loved the whimpers that
she was eliciting from her. She inhaled Nicole's aroused
aroma deeply, she licked and licked, probing her tongue into
Nicole's vagina one second, strumming light then hard against
Nicole's clitoris the next. She loved her face being smeared
with Nicole's love juices.
Nicole could hardly see, the passion was unbearable. She
had to try and stay on her feet as well or she'd fall on
Suzi; this was heightening her pleasure exquisitely, as she
was not able to simply surrender to the sensations. Nicole
managed to slide the vibrator into Melonie's cunt. It went in
easily, Melonie was sopping wet. Five, six, seven, eight
inches, all disappeared within, although Melonie's pussy was
definitely bulging by the end! Nicole managed to flick the
vibrator to a higher speed, just as Susan's tongue caught her
clitoris again. Nicole's and Melonie's groans coincided.
`Unnnnhhhhh AhhHHH', they panted.
Susan eased up then, she was determined to make Nicole beg
for release, just as Nicole had forced her to yesterday.
Nicole's groan of disappointment was lost in Melonie's
growing moans of passion. She was bucking about like a mad
thing, her vibrator filling her up to the hilt, producing a
massive wave of pleasure with its rhythmic pulsations.
Melonie's, `aaooww, AAAOOWWW, AAAAHHH!!', marked a series of
orgasms that wracked her body.
By the time Melonie was aware of her surroundings again,
Susan had manoeuvred Nicole into sitting on the bed, and
Susan had returned to her task of teasing Nicole's clitoris.
`Oh, Suzi, Suzi, make me come!, Come on, suck my clit!, yes,
ohh, yesss!', She urged, trying to hold Susan's head in
place, but Susan had an agenda of her own. Susan stopped at
that point, looked up, and smiled at Melonie. Susan reached
over and withdrew the massive vibrator from her cunt. It
slowly emerged, causing Susan to wonder again how a vagina
could accommodate such a monster. It emerged with a plop, wet
with Melonie's juices. Susan, while looking Melonie straight
in the eye, took it and licked it just as she'd seen Nicole
do earlier. Melonie blushed scarlet, but didn't break eye
contact.
`Come on, Melonie, help me with Nicole', urged Susan,
returning her attention to her panting friend. As Susan
brought the vibrator to Nicole's pussy, Melonie used her
fingers to open Nicole's pussy lips wide: exposing her
glistening vagina to their gaze. Susan slowly pushed in the
sleek white throbbing plastic. Nicole tried to buck, but the
way Melonie was lying over her prevented her from achieving
much. `Ohh', she moaned, her frustration already unbearable.
She had yet to come this lunch time; even her time with Suzi
had been interrupted by Melonie before it had been her turn.
`Pleasseee!!', she whimpered.
`Please what?', asked Susan, innocently, as she slid the
vibrator in with exquisite slowness. `Please fuck me!',
exclaimed Nicole, her voice catching with the pleasure. Susan
winked at Melonie, and timed a savage push of the vibrator
with the first flickering of Melonie's pink tongue over
Nicole's steamy clitoris. `AHHHHOOWW!!', was Nicole's
unavoidable response.
Susan then brought the vibrator slowly out; feeling
Nicole's cunt trying to hold on to it, trying to suck it back
in. Melonie then left her clitoris, and changed position so
that she could suck on Nicole's nipples. Nicole was saying,
`Oh, don't stop, don't stop, owww!, please, please!, make me
come!'. Susan paused to lick the vibrator, before pumping it
back into Nicole's wet vagina; setting up a steady rhythm.
`Oh yes!, Yes!, Don't stop, Don't stop, I'm nearly there,
YES, YES!. Oooowww Noooo!'. This last cry being caused by
Susan removing the vibrator again. `Do you really want to
come?', she asked cruelly. `Yes, oh YES', panted Nicole, her
faced bathed with sweat.
Susan leaned forward and flicked Nicole's clit with her
tongue. This caused Nicole to jump and moan. Susan flicked
again, and Nicole moaned urgently, `Fucking make me come
bitch!'. Susan stopped to ask, `Are you sure?', `OF COURSE
I'M SURE!', Nicole cried. Susan smiled to see her friend so
hot for it. `Say "please" then'. `Ohh, please, Please,
Please!!, PLEASE!!!', Nicole begged, in time with Susan's
licks. On Susan's signal, Melonie squeezed both of Nicole's
nipples hard, just as Susan licked and sucked on her clitoris
with more than enough force to send Nicole over the top.
`AAAHHHHOOOOOWWW!!', was Nicole's satisfied howl, her body
bucking with pleasure and release. Nicole arched with a few
more spontaneous orgasms over about a minute, but eventually
they subsided. It was a long time before she calmed down
enough to talk.
`Oh Suzi, that was amazing! Boy, you are one fast
learner.', Nicole praised. Susan felt inordinately pleased
with herself. `And you Melonie, you almost drove me out of my
mind when you squeezed my nipples like that, they are still
throbbing now!'. `I hope I wasn't too rough', said Melonie
contritely. `No, it was wonderful. Hey, Suzi, you must be
ready to come again aren't you?', Nicole asked, realising
suddenly that Susan hadn't come. `Actually, I came from just
watching your pleasure, without even touching myself', Susan
affirmed.
Melonie then offered them mugs of coffee and some toast.
Perhaps surprisingly, the three of them found that they had
many things in common, and that they felt at ease in each
other's company. Even getting dressed was accomplished
without anyone feeling awkward. Both Susan and Nicole were
surprised as they learnt more about Melonie; once she'd
overcome her shyness she was a very interesting and
articulate person. Melonie further surprised them by her
extensive sexual experience; apparently she'd had five
previous boyfriends, and she'd left behind a sixth very horny
boyfriend, he'd been the one who had bought her the vibrator;
also and she had had three or four all girl romps before as
well. Conversation eventually turned to finding a man for
Susan. The consensus seemed to be that waiting for two weeks
until John came down again was too long, and that they needed
to find someone to relieve her of her virginity before then.
Susan herself felt rather ambivalent about the whole matter;
she was feeling fully satisfied with her sex life at the
moment.
***** +++++ *****
That afternoon Nicole and Melonie went off for a special
course lecture, and Susan was left all alone. She used the
time to drop by the faculty office and pick up her new
timetable. She also picked up a book list for her course, and
decided that she may as well drop by the campus bookshop to
see how expensive it was going to be to purchase them all.
She always loved buying books; in some ill defined way, she
couldn't help feeling that the very fact she owned a book on
a subject meant that she'd started to know about that
subject. Obviously that wasn't the case, but the feeling
always returned when contemplating purchasing another book,
and consequently her bookcase was always full of half read or
never started books. Of course, she was responsible for
budgeting her own money now, and needed to be careful that it
lasted until the end of term. Her parents had lectured her at
length about that, emphasising that they were not in a
position to help her out if she ran up an overdraft.
That evening Susan was expecting to meet up again with
Nicole and Melonie; however they failed to return to their
rooms. Susan could feel herself getting more and more
irritated as the evening dragged on. When she stopped to
analyse her feelings she was surprised to discover that the
root of her irritation was jealousy. A non-specific jealousy,
whose cause was a feeling that Nicole and Melonie were off
enjoying themselves without her. Susan found she couldn't
rationalise the feeling away as she normally did with silly
emotions, so decided to distract herself by going to the
Student's Union bar on campus.
The decision made, it became necessary to choose
appropriate clothes. She didn't have anything! Not actually
true, but that was how she felt about her wardrobe. She had
lots of jeans and sweaters, good casual wear for studying,
but she wanted to feel a bit more glamorous tonight. She also
had some very nice, elegant clothes; but they either were too
dressy, such as her dress for the end-of-year Ball, or
weren't suitable for a student's bar. She wanted clothes that
were sexy, clothes that reflected her new self confidence
with sexuality. She eventually managed to create an ensemble
that wasn't too awful, although not quite the young Madonna
image that she was aiming for.
Within twenty minutes Susan was opening the door of the
Student's bar. The noise level was certainly high; a juke box
was playing early eighties dance music; conversations were
being carried out in competition with the music; laughter and
shouting peeled out stochastically from around the room.
Susan made her way to the crowd at the bar, and eventually
pushed her way through to the front. She ordered a barcardi
and coke, being careful to avoid putting her elbow in the
pool of beer that had been spilt on the bar. The problem then
was to extradite herself from the crowd without pouring her
drink down someone's leg, while avoiding the same fate
herself. This accomplished, she scanned the room looking for
either a free seat or a friendly face which she recognised
from her lecture this morning.
Her scan was aborted by a male voice in her ear; `You look
lost; You a fresher?'. Susan turned to look at her articulate
inquirer. The voice has lead her to expect a burly engineer,
or a bearded pot-bellied biker, instead he was clean shaven,
dressed with T-shirt and jeans, but he undoubtedly had a
muscular fit body. His biceps were visible as his T-shirt was
sleeveless; and these hinted at an equally powerful torso. So
what if he's a dumb jock, Susan thought to herself, quite
flattered that such a hunk was trying to chat her up. `Eh,
yes, that right. I came up two days ago.', she replied. `Are
you a second year, then?', she probed. `What?, no I'm a final
year economist', he explained, a nice smile lighting up his
face. `Why don't you join me for a drink, I've a table over
in the corner, with a few friends, or are you joining
someone?', `No, I'd love to', Susan found herself responding;
a little too eagerly, she scolded herself. `Good, follow me',
said her acquaintance, starting off on a weaving path past
tables of half drunk students toward one corner. Susan found
herself following meekly.
The table she was led to, contained one man, and two women.
`Hi gang, I like you to meet ..., hell I'm sorry, I never
asked your name. I'm David, your ...?', `Susie', Susan
provided on queue. `Nice name Susie, Susie this is Steve,
Jackie, and Lora' `Hi nice to meet you', Susan nodded to each
as she was introduced. `So are you all economists as well?'
`Hell, no. We all part of the Wu Sho Khan martial arts club',
exclaimed Lora with a laugh. `I'm a biologist', she
continued, `Jackie's a social scientist, and Steve here is a
second year mathematician'. Steve and Jackie were sitting on
one side of the table, and David sat down next to Lora, `Move
up, make room for Susie', he urged. Lora complied, and Susan
slid into place next to David, little goose bumps forming
when it became clear that they were going to have to sit
thigh to thigh if she wasn't to fall off the seat.
Susan discovered that they were discussing whether
socialism was still viable given the failure of communism in
the Soviet Union. Steve was maintaining that a planned
economy was doomed to inefficiency and failure, while Jackie
and David were arguing that the totally unregulated market
just couldn't work, and that every market had to have an
element of planning or control in it, and hence there was not
a simple dichotomy between capitalism and socialism but a
spectrum to choose from. Susan found herself getting
involved; her A-level economics was inadequate, but at least
gave her something to say. She could feel herself getting
high. The alcohol had loosened some ambitions, and here she
was talking about real issues, with educated people, with
original viewpoints. This was university!
The regular brushing of thighs with David, together with
his clever witty conversation, kept a significant sexual
tingle in Susan's consciousness as well. An hour later (was
it really an hour?, it only seemed like five minutes) Jackie
and Steve had to leave, but Lora, David, and Susan bought
more drinks and continued talking. The topic ranged freely
over numerous subjects, including how the first year was a
year of wild parties and late nights, but that the work got
harder in subsequent years; to whether or not there should be
positive discrimination for women after centuries of male
chauvinism. Susan could see from how Lora and David
interacted that there was nothing between them, so she might
have a chance. She blushed inwardly at such blatant scheming,
yet couldn't deny a real attraction to David. Obviously, she
was not a lesbian, but bi-sexual, if these feelings were
anything to go by.
Eventually Lora left, but David asked Susan if she'd like
another drink. She wanted the evening to continue, but was
already light headed, so she ordered a coke. When David
rejoined her they talked freely; David managed to steer the
conversation so that he found out all about her. Susan was
surprised to find herself confiding all sorts of things to
him, such as how she got on with her little brother, what her
pet hates were, and how she not had any serious boyfriends.
He was such a good listener, that Susan found herself
confiding almost everything to him.
All good things come to an end, and eventually David made
noises about leaving. He insisted on escorting her back to
Cromwell Hall, Susan complied gladly. She felt especially
safe being escorted by a black-belt. At the door to her room,
he swept her up, and placed a very powerful good night kiss
on her lips. She stood there dazed as he went off, with a
cheery wave. Wow!, was about all she could think. Susan
entered her room, and quickly made it to bed; however sleep
eluded her; all she could think of was the feel of those
strong arms; the taste of that strong kiss; the features of
that kind face. `Susan Jane Braddock, pull yourself together.
Your mooning like a fifteen year old with a crush', she told
herself sternly, to no avail. It was late by the time she
finally drifted off.
4. Tuesday
Susan over-slept the next morning, causing her to miss her
first lecture, and turn up ten minutes late to her first lab
session. By the time that she got there, somewhat out of
breath from hurrying, everybody had paired up for the first
experiment, everybody that is, except for ... `Oh no, ...
Paul', Susan muttered to herself. Actually, he turned out to
be a good lab partner, he seemed to know what had to be done,
and managed to explain things to Susan clearly and concisely.
He was obviously rather shy, and a bit awkward, but he seemed
nice, and had a sense of humour that showed through from time
to time, even if it was directed at her lack of organisation,
and knowledge of what was going on. Susan even found herself
warming to him by the end of the session. He was kind of
comfortable to be around, not at all like David, who caused
her to tingle with anticipation. Susan had to pull herself
together more than once during the session to prevent herself
drifting off into day-dreams about him.
After the lab was over, Susan headed back to her room. On
the way, she saw David walking with a group of his friends in
the distance; and she trotted up to greet him. `Hi', she said
shyly, as she slipped into step beside him. `Hi yourself', he
replied, `Had a good morning?' he asked with his usual
economy with words. `Yea, it was okay, I overslept a bit
though, and missed my first lecture', she answered. `Will I
see you later?', she continued uncertainly.
`Sure, shall we meet in the SU Bar at eight?', he replied.
`Yes, great, see you then', she confirmed, and left him to
enter the Humanities lecture block. She felt somewhat bereft
after he had left, laughing with his friends, whom he hadn't
introduced her to. `Stop being silly', she scolded herself,
`He was in a rush, and anyway, they'd organised a date didn't
they?'. `Well sort-of', she confirmed, although she would
have chosen a more special rendezvous. Susan turned round
then, and returned to Cromwell Hall.
As she entered her room she fully intended to put in some
time writing up the lab, but, after discarding her coat, she
sat on the bed to relax a bit. Almost without being aware of
it, she drifted off into a fantasy about last night. She
remembered being held in David's arms, she remembered that
scorching, but all too brief, kiss. A kiss that had caused
her to lose her breath, and has caused her nipples to erect
and to thrust through her blouse against his manly chest.
Susan played the kiss over and over in her mind, savouring
every nerve tingling moment of it. She found one of her hands
sliding along her thigh towards her crotch as she remembered.
She deftly undid the fastener, and the zip, and trailed her
fingers over her panties. In her imagination, the kiss was
going on longer. David was finding it harder to stop the
kiss; he'd half pull away, but her lips would capture his
again, and the kiss would continue, building in intensity.
Little moans were escaping from their mouths, as their bodies
were pressed hard against each other. His erection was
noticeable through his trousers; Susan could feel it against
her stomach. He was holding her hard against him, his tongue
was plundering her mouth.
Susan's panties were wet now, her fingers were tracing the
outline of her labia through the soaking material, teasing
herself as the scene in her imagination heated up. With a
groan of passion, David had backed her up against the door of
her room, his body pressing her against it. His hands were
now free to start running up and down her body, as his lips
moved so urgently over hers. One hand squeezed her left
breast, the other, under her chin, held her head tilted up so
that she couldn't escape his kisses; not that she wanted too!
Susan's other hand started to squeeze her breast, trying to
emulate the feel of David's fantasy hand, while the first had
slipped now into her panties. She couldn't withhold a moan at
the touch of her fingers moving over her naked pussy. In her
fantasy David was almost ripping open her blouse in a desire
to get to her tits. Her blouse open, his hand closed on her
bare breast; she'd not worn a bra last night. The sensation
of his hand was emulated by her own having slipped inside her
sweater, tee-shirt, and bra. As he broke their kiss, and
lowered his head to take her throbbing nipple between his
lips, her fingers squeezed her own nipple. The flick of her
fingers were not as good as the imagined tongue that lathed
them so thoroughly in her fantasy, but it still brought a
moan to her lips.
Susan was masturbating now with two fingers up her sopping
vagina, pumping up and down in that hot tight place. She
thought she could feel her hymen stretching slightly, making
it easier for her fingers to move. The brushing of her thumb
on her aching clitoris coincided with David's imagined hand
touching her between her legs. Her mini-skirt was rucked up,
and he was masturbating her through her tights as she stood
there against her door. In her fantasy she was bucking
against David's hand, in reality she was lifting her bottom
off the bed in time with her pumping fingers. Susan could
feel her climax building and building. It was going to be a
massive explosion, she could just tell. She removed her
fingers from vagina, and slid them, sleek as they were with
her juices, backwards and forwards rapidly over her pulsating
clitoris. The climax broke just as her fantasy David slid his
hand down inside her tights and panties and touched her
bursting clit. Susan bit her lips to try and reduce the noise
of her moans; it was such a good one that she almost wept
with pleasure.
`Boy was that good', Susan concluded to herself; happy that
her new experiences and beliefs had removed all guilt that
had previously attended such pleasure. Susan didn't feel like
working now, so she straightened her clothes, and popped out
to the kitchen to make some lunch.
***** +++++ *****
While she was cooking, Nicole and Melonie entered. Susan's
initial feeling of frostiness towards her friends was quickly
melted by their warm greeting, and the natural way they
included her in their conversation. Eventually Nicole asked,
`And where were you last night? We came around at nine but
you weren't in.'
Susan was pleased to hear that they had come in search for
her, so she explained that she'd gone to the SU Bar, in a
voice free of any hint of censor that she'd felt abandoned.
Changing the subject, Nicole went on to describe how she and
Melonie had been keeping their eye out for a bloke for Susan,
and thought that they had found a real hunk on their course
that would be ideal for Susan to "get to know". Susan was
pleased to explain that she'd found a hunk all by herself,
and that she had a date with him tonight. This brought a
laugh from Nicole, `Well, you certainly don't hang around do
you! Tell us about this "hunk".
Susan proceeded to describe David to her friends;
describing his personality, and rippling muscles in some
detail. `Cor, he sounds good enough to fuck', said Nicole
bluntly, which just a touch of envy. `He is!', affirmed
Susan, happily, `But hands-off! I found him first. Anyway
what would John say?', she challenged. `He wouldn't mind, as
long as I told him all the details', Nicole laughed, `As I've
said, we have a very open relationship'. `Open enough for you
to tell him about us?', asked Melonie, running her hands over
Nicole's breasts in a seductive manner. Susan was surprised
again at how forward Melonie could be, once she'd over-came
her shy-ness with someone. Nicole surrendered herself to
Melonie's caresses, a dreamy expression coming over her face,
as her breasts were squeezed and moulded through her blouse;
she obviously wasn't wearing a bra, Susan couldn't help
noticing. `I'm not sure. I've never told John about my
attraction and experiences with girls. I don't know what he'd
think.'
`Oi, you too, behave yourselves! This is a public kitchen,
anyone could walk in!', Susan scolded her friends, in a light
tone. Melonie stopped her caresses, but not before giving
Nicole's nipples a tweak. `Unnm, niccce', was Nicole's
response. `Um, why don't we all retire to my room?', she
continued, hopefully. `Sure', was Melonie's eager response.
`Sorry, I've just going to finish cooking this, then I've got
a lecture to catch', apologised Susan. `Oh Suzi, we shall
miss you', said Nicole, giving her bottom a very arousing
fondle before leaving with Melonie. Susan found herself
panting slightly with the feelings that Nicole's magic touch
has evoked, even after her friends had left.
***** +++++ *****
After lunch Susan had two lectures. She enjoyed the first,
but found the lecturer a bit fast in the second. The
afternoon past rapidly, and Susan soon found herself with
free time again. Reflecting on how unsatisfactory her
wardrobe had seemed yesterday, and her date that evening, she
decided to head into town. It was either a short bus ride, or
a long walk. Deciding to save as money for clothes, Susan
headed off to town on foot. She'd not gone far down the road
from the University, when a car honked her, and pulled over.
`Who do I know with a car like that?', she asked herself, as
she walked up to the car.
It was Paul, her lab partner. `Do you want a lift into
town?', he asked cheerily. `Sure', Susan replied, as she got
into the passenger seat. It was a bit of a banger, but at
least it doesn't have furry dice or furry dashboard, she
concluded, scanning the car. The interior was a bit untidy,
but not as bad as her room. My room! I must tidy it before I
go out tonight in case David comes back, Susan made a mental
note to herself. Paul chatted freely as he drove them into
town, mostly about their lecturers, but also about work. `How
did you find writing up the lab?', `Oh, I haven't gotten
around to it yet.', Susan replied, irritated to be reminded
of the work waiting to be done, `It doesn't have to be in for
a few days yet.'
They separated once they got to town, and Susan hit every
boutique in sight. She ended up with a bargain, a short black
mini-skirt; and a very nice, if somewhat expensive, red silk
blouse. Stylish, but sexy, she concluded. The walk back to
the University passed in no time, as she spent it in
anticipating the evening.
Back in Cromwell Hall, Susan found no sign of Nicole or
Melonie, so she made a snack for herself and she ate it alone
in her room. After that, she dressed to vamp David, and set
off for the SU Bar.
Entering, she hit by the wall of noise, and an even more
staggering wall of alcohol fumes. Then she heard David
calling to her from a seat near one wall. She made her way to
him, and was greeted by a large smile. Her heart went
pitter-patter, pitter-patter. `Hi', she said, sliding into
the seat opposite David that he had saved for her. `Hi sexy,
You look good', he replied, taking her hand and kissing it.
Susan giggled, this oldy-worldy charm being so out of place
in the heaving bar, with Tina Turner blaring out.
The evening was wonderful: David was attentive; he laughed
at her stories; he gazed into her eyes with his beautiful
blue ones; his hand captured hers from time to time, sending
tingling thrills up and down her body. Susan flirted
shamelessly with him. Life was good!
When the time came to leave, Susan nearly burst with pride
as this hunk of a man publicly escorted her back to her
halls. His strong arms were around her, supporting and
warming her. From time to time on the short walk across
campus, they stopped and kiss. Deep passionate kisses, which
caused the whole world to disappear for Susan while they
lasted. By the time that they reached her door, Susan had no
doubt about what she was going to say. `Would you like to
come in?', she asked shyly. `Yes', David replied, kissing
the back of her neck as she fumbled with her key. She opened
the door, and David stepped through. Before she entered, she
caught the eyes of Nicole, Melonie, and another girl in the
kitchen. She winked at them, and then entered behind David,
closing the door after her.
***** +++++ *****
Susan was nervous. She had this hunk of a man in her room,
but he seemed to fill it, making it suddenly seem so small.
`Would you, ah, would you like a mug of coffee?', she
stumbled. `No, you are all I want', he replied with masculine
assurance, reaching for her, and drawing her into his arms.
`Relax, I won't bite', he said, as his lips closed on hers,
cutting off any hope of a reply. His lips moved on hers,
leaving her breathless. Susan broke contact to gasp for air,
she was feeling light headed. Her senses were feeding her
kaleidoscopic sensations. David's lips reclaimed hers. Susan
moaned as David's tongue probed between her lips and made
contact with her tongue. Her moan was answered by one from
David, he seemed to lose control; his tongue was in her
mouth, plundering hers.
Susan felt weak at the knees: the sweetness of their kisses
was almost more than she could bear. She found herself
moaning at the back of her throat, and embracing David more
animatedly. Rationale thought dissolved with the fire that
was stoked within her. David was holding her tightly;
wrapping her in his strong muscular arms. His kisses were a
drug, and she was high on them; a helpless addict. Susan
gasped as David's right hand closed on her left breast. It
was as if a shock had passed through her. She wasn't wearing
a bra, and her sensitive nipples erected immediately at the
touch. Her red silk blouse moved over her nipples -
exquisitely. Susan could hardly think as David gently
squeezed and moulded her breast under his strong, sure, hand.
Susan renewed kissing David with the desperation of total
abandonment. Taking this a sign of encouragement, before she
knew it, David's right hand was inside her blouse, and his
left was clutching her bottom.
Susan felt herself to be at the centre of a storm of
sensations; her bottom was being kneaded, and her bare
breasts caressed, by this man. This hunky man who was ..
unnnn, yesss! David had freed one of her breasts, and his
mouth closed over the nubbin of her nipple. Susan's hands
entwined in his hair, as she held his head against her
breast. `Ohh, yes David, ahhh', she found herself moaning.
David's was tonguing her nipple and it seemed to be growing
harder and more sensitive, sending sensations down to her
pussy. She could feel how wet her skimpy panties were
getting.
`Do you like that Suzi?', he asked with his warm voice.
`Yesss!', was Susan's urgent reply. He resumed his licking,
and then Susan felt David's hand on her bare bottom. He had
rucked up her mini-skirt, and had slid his hand inside her
panties. Susan involuntarily pushed her bottom back against
his hand, moaning at the same time. `Do you want me baby?',
David asked, stopping his licking for a second. His voice was
husky, and only added to Susan's growing passion. `Yes, oh
yes!', was her breathless reply.
David stepped back from her, and observed her for a moment.
Susan felt bereft for a second, and then self-conscious
again. Had she come-on too strong? Did he think her a slut?
Her worries dissolved as she recognised the look of lust in
his eyes, and as he removed his trainers and socks, and
started to unbutton his shirt. Susan stood there and stared
as David's masculine and muscular chest came into view. The
hairs at the centre were enticing, Susan wanted to run her
hands through them, but she was rooted to the spot. Once he'd
discarded his shirt, he stepped towards her again. Susan,
suddenly feeling shy, had to stop herself from bolting. His
hands finished unbuttoning her silk blouse, pulled it free of
her skirt, and lowered it down her arms. His eyes devoured
her pert breasts, as her blouse slid to the floor. Susan was
proud of her breasts, they thrust up and stood-out well, but
even so, she was tempted to cover them with her arms. No man
had ever seen her breasts before; no man had ever stared so
openly, so lustfully. David pulled her towards him for
another kiss. Both were aware of when her naked breasts first
touched, and then flattened against, his manly chest.
Susan's moan was swallowed up in David's kisses. It was
caused partly from the sensations coming from her breasts,
and partly from the feel of David's erection pressing against
her crotch. David's hands ran up and down her back, and
elicited incredible sensations. Susan was emboldened to try
the same, raking her nails gently down David's back. He
arched against her, and his tongue probed even deeper. He
hands dropped to her sides and, without breaking their kiss,
lifted her skirt. Susan could feel it happening, and knew
that soon her soaking panties would be visible to David's
sight. Any self-consciousness however was being swallowed up
in the growing passion - the rubbing of her breasts against
David's chest was absolute magic! David's hands were running
up and down the tops of her thighs at the front, sometimes
stopping before her panties, sometimes running over them. The
sensations were amazing. Susan found herself trying to turn
into David's caresses, so that his magic hands would touch
her aching clit and sopping pussy. David however was teasing
her.
Eventually, David drew away, and knelt before her. Susan
was standing before him, her naked breasts heaving as she
panted for breath, her legs slightly splayed, her skirt a
band at her waist, and her white panties almost transparent
at the patch where her love juices had flowed freely. Susan
looked down mesmerised, as David leaned closer and then
pressed his face against her panties. An involuntary `Ohhhhh
David!' escaped her lips, as Susan's clitoris leaped at the
long-sought for pressure. David's nose was pressed against
her clit, as his tongue probed the wet patch, making it even
wetter.
Then David hooked his hands into the band of her panties
and slowly pulled them down. His response was to exclaim
`Wow, Suzi, you're beautiful', in an awed whisper, as Susan
was revealed before him. David then stood-up, and Susan
boldly put her hands out to undo the buckle of his belt. Her
hands trembled as they brushed his warm stomach. Eventually
the belt was undone, the button at the waist-band freed, and
the zip was inched down. Susan found herself holding her
breath as David's pants were revealed. He was wearing sexy
briefs, and the bulge at the front was gigantic! It jumped
slightly when Susan brushed against it as she was unzipping
him. David stepped out of his trousers, and removed his
briefs. His erection sprang free. It stood straight-out in
front of him, bold and throbbing. The purple head was
engorged and angry looking. Susan stared mesmerised, and
then, slowly, gently, touched it. It was so firm, so hard,
and so warm. David moaned at her touch. It was so big, how
was she ever to get that inside her? It was the instinctive
fear of a virgin; the fact that she'd pushed Melonie's
vibrator, which was a bit bigger, into Nicole's vagina only
two days ago was long forgotten.
`Do you like what you see?', David asked with a tremor in
his voice. `Oh, definitely!', was Susan's positive response,
`It is so big, so hard. I've never seen ..., David, I'm not
sure, um, that is, um, You know I'm a virgin don't you?'.
`Don't worry baby. I'll be very gentle, and anyway, by the
time I've finished preparing you, you'll be so wet that
you`ll take me, no trouble', was David's confident reply.
`Touch me like this', David continued, taking Susan's hand,
and showing her how to move it on his erection. `That's it,
yea, .. wow, go baby!, Yes, as bit harder', he directed.
Susan was enjoying touching his penis, his cock.., and she
was enjoying being able to elicit these responses from him.
On impulse, she bent down, and took the object that all her
attention was focused on into her mouth. Actually, all she
managed was to fit the head of his penis in, even with her
mouth at full stretch.
Nevertheless, David groaned, and said `Yesss! Lovely Suzi,
Suck my cock! Take my prick in your virgin mouth'. Susan was
getting more and more steamed. It was so lewd, so dirty, so
... sexy, having the masculine taste of a hard cock in her
mouth. One of her hands moved down between her legs, `Boy, am
I wet', she said. `Sucking cock turns you on does it?', asked
David between gasps, as her tongue licked and produced
amazing sensations. `Mmmm', was all Susan could reply, her
mouth full again with David's penis.
After a time, David said, `Better stop now, I can't last
much longer if you keep on doing that', while he helped Susan
to her feet. She took the opportunity to quickly step out of
her mini-skirt, before she was embraced in David's arms
again. This time they were both naked, and David's large
erection flattened against her bare stomach, heating her even
move. It was so sensual, being naked together. Then David led
her over to her bed, and eased them both down onto it. Susan
just laid back and enjoyed the sensations as David's hands
caressed her body, and his tongue and mouth followed his
hands. Susan closed her eyes and savoured the sensations
coming from her sides, her breasts, her naval, her checks,
her forehead, her lips, her thighs, her neck ... sensations
were flooding in from everywhere, and she was having trouble
processing them all. All she knew was that there was an ache
between her legs, and she couldn't help parting them, and
exposing herself to David's gaze.
Susan moaned as she felt David's hard prick nudging between
her labia. She looked down, and saw David kneeling between
her legs, with his hard cock ready to enter her. Thankfully,
sometime, she wasn't sure when, he'd thought to put a condom
on. She was ready - the head of his prick was glistening with
her juices that coated her labia. She wanted him, she wanted
to be filled. Susan lifted her hips to encourage him, but
David moved back, content to let his cock just rest on her
pussy. Susan moaned in frustration, and David asked, `What's
the matter?'. `I want you'. `What do you want?' `I want you
to enter me, I want you to fuck me', Susan boldly asserted.
`Your virgin cunt is hungry for my cock is it? You want me to
give you your first proper fucking, do you?'
`Yess!, Oh yes!', Susan replied, hardly knowing which way
was up in the passion of the moment. Then she gasped, as
David's hard prick slowly entered her. She was being
stretched, she was stretching to accommodate him. Then there
was a sharp pain, a tearing inside. `Aoww!' was Susan's cry.
All sexual feelings vanished in an instance. All there was
was a searing pain inside her. Slowly it dulled, and Susan
was aware that David had sunk his full length into her. Then
the sensations started to return. The delicious stretching,
the weight on her throbbing clitoris, the whole-body
sensation of being under a large male body that was
enveloping and filling her. Then David moved, there was
soreness, but there was also an indescribable thrill. Nothing
at all like she got from moving her fingers in her vagina.
David pumped slowly in and out. The pleasure rose, Susan
became flushed. She was being fucked. This man was fucking
her. The deep strokes seemed to fill her whole body; Susan
couldn't help arching up into them and moaning. The steady
rhythm was getting to her clitoris. Then David increased the
tempo, and Susan found herself struggling for breath, `Oh
yes, fuck me, fuck me', she encouraged. `Suzi, you're so hot,
so tight. I'm fucking your virgin cunt', David gasped, his
own pleasure growing rapidly. David slowed his rhythm, and
brought himself under control, while continuing to drive
Susan towards a peak of excitement. `Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh' she
panted, in time with his thrusts. `Ohhh......', her face was
beet-root red, her face contorted in a grimace, her mouth
opened in a silent scream. David, seeing Susan coming under
him, increased his tempo, and came uncontrollably while Susan
was still climaxing. `Yes! Oh Yes! Fuck! You're so hot.
You're a hot little fucker Suzi'.
Their movements stilled, and they caught their breath.
Susan wanted to lie like that for a while, but David rolled
off her, and disposed of his condom in her bin. Susan was
suddenly aware of her nakedness. The magic of a moment before
dissolved into the prosaic, and somewhat squalid,
surroundings of her room. `David, come back to bed', Susan
heard herself saying. `Sorry baby, got t'go. I'm meeting
someone', replied David, curtly, as he pulled on his clothes.
Susan was struggling hard to grasp what was happening. `You
not leaving ...'. `Yea, 'fraid so', David asserted, with
boorish insensitivity to Susan's feelings. `You're one hot
little fuck, but my fiancie is waiting'.
It took a moment to sink in, but when it did ... `Your
WHAT!', screamed Susan. Anger welled within her as it slowly
penetrated that she'd just been used. `You pig! You fucking
bastard! Get out, Get Out!', Susan knew she was losing
control, but didn't care. Where an inner warmth of love and
contentment has been, now only existed a void - the gaping
emptiness of desertion. `Go on, fuck off!', she picked up a
book and threatened to throw it at the smug economist.
`I'm off baby. Boy, were you hot for my dick. You were one
cherry that was ripe for picking, and you've got one wet and
tight cunt', was David's parting shoot, as he walked out her
door. The thud of the book as it hit the door as it closed
was no consolation. She'd trusted him, she'd almost felt she
loved him, she given herself unreservedly to him. Cold anger
and hatred flowed into the void within her. She felt so used,
so dirty. Tears of shame, anger, and self-pity welled up in
her eyes, and the first one flowing down her check was the
start of torrent that ended with her sobbing into her pillow.
***** +++++ *****
There was a gentle knocking on her door. Susan eventually
heard it over her quiet sobs. `Uh, Who is it?', she managed
to ask in an almost ordinary voice. `It me Suzi, open-up',
replied Nicole. `Go away', Susan didn't feel like company
just at that moment. `Come on, open-up, you need a shoulder
to cry on. Susan rolled off the bed and unlocked the door.
Nicole opened it, and came in to the room. `Oh Susie, I
couldn't help overhearing some of it, Oh baby', Susan found
herself being hugged by Nicole, and slowly spilling the
details of how that bastard had behaved.
Nicole got Susan to wrap herself up, and she put the kettle
on and made a steaming cup of coffee. Susan's pain was numbed
slightly in female camaraderie, and complaints against all
men. It was late by the time Nicole left Susan's room.
Susan Starts ...
Parts 5 & 6
5. Wednesday
Susan felt like death-warmed up the next morning. She spent
a long time in the shower trying to scrub every memory of
last night from her. Any remembered pleasure was washed away
in a torrent of emotional pain. She oscillated between shame
and burning anger. She should have seen the signs ..., but
then again, he had been so attentive - until he'd got inside
her pants anyway. There was definitely a fine line between
being treated roughly in sexual excitement to add a little
spice, and the cold contempt that lay behind some of his
remarks last night.
After the shower, clean clothes, and a good breakfast,
Susan felt more human, and even up to planning the day. She
only had two lectures today, one at ten, and the other at
eleven. How irritating to have an hours' gap between them.
Too short to make it worth heading back to her room - she'd
just have to go to the library or something. Susan got down
to do some preparatory reading for her lectures, and was
pleased with the progress she made. Work was clearly going to
be interesting if she throw herself into it, and feeling
decidedly off sex at the moment, that was exactly what Susan
intended to do this term.
She sat next to a girl she hadn't spoken to before during
the first lecture, whose name she discovered was Rachel. They
decided to go to the Students Lounge for coffee between
lectures rather that work in the library. It turned out that
Rachel was from a neighbouring town to the one in which Susan
grew-up, and that they knew many of the same places. Rachel
was quite beautiful, but Susan was so uninterested in
anything sexual that this barely registered.
In the next lecture, Susan sat next to Paul. They nattered
away like old friends - writing messages to each other on one
another's notes. Paul was definitely safe to be around. Susan
was feeling dramatically happier as she headed back to
Cromwell hall for lunch.
That afternoon she got down to some serious work in her
room. She even managed to get most of the lab written up,
although there were one or two results she wanted to discuss
with Paul, 'cos she was sure they were wrong by an order of
magnitude or more.
Her work in late afternoon was interrupted by Melonie
knocking on the door. She was dressed in blue jeans, and a
soft cream sweater, and she had her beautiful red hair up.
She wanted to come and console Susan. Susan needed a break
anyway, so they made some coffee and Susan told her what
happened with David. Melonie was an attentive listener, and
made appropriate noises of sympathy and outrage, and Susan
warmed to her new friend all over again. In fact, Susan found
herself beginning to think sexually about her. She was so
feminine, so soft and so cuddly ... so completely different
from David!
At some stage in their conversation, it became clear to
both of them that the other was starting to have sexual
thoughts. This was conveyed intangibly by an increased
wetting of the lips and the subtle body language of position
and movement. Eventually Susan took the initiative, and stood
in front of Melonie as she sat of the edge of the bed. She
pushed Melonie back on the bed and sat beside her, lowering
her mouth to Melonie's. The kiss was long and probing, and
left them both breathless. Susan's hand was just under
Melonie's sweater - caressing her bare stomach. Determinedly,
she pushed the sweater up, and revealed Melonie's large pale
breasts - she'd not been wearing a bra. The nipples were
erect already, as Susan lowered her mouth to enclose them.
Melonie moaned, and held Susan's head against her breasts.
And Susan was more than happy to keep on sucking and licking.
Melonie made little whimpering noises as Susan worked her
magic. Susan noticed that Melonie was getting so hot that her
legs had drifted open. `Is your pussy getting all hot and
wet?', Susan asked, stopping her licking. Melonie's face was
definitely flushed, and her eyes had that un-focused
passionate look. She only managed a nod in reply. `Do you
want me to touch your there?', Susan asked, unnecessarily, as
she ran her hand up and down one of Melonie's thighs.
Melonie's voice was husky with passion, as she whispered her
`Yes!'. Melonie couldn't suppress a quiet moan as Susan's
hand drifted lazily up the inside of her thigh, only to jump
over to the other thigh, and begin a downward journey. Susan
could feel her own nipples tingling and swollen as she
watched Melonie lift her hips from the bed to thrust her
heated pussy up as if seeking a hard cock. Susan's teasing
caresses continued, and elicited a stream of soft `Ohhs' and
`Ahhs' from the panting girl beneath her. Her own pussy was
also getting very steamed by the whole situation. Susan
pushed her skirt up with her free hand, and rubbed the wet
spot on her panties.
Susan started rubbing both their pussies, Melonie's through
her jeans, her own through her panties. Melonie was lost in
the sensations Susan was generating, her eyes were closed,
her freckled face flushed, she was panting, and her head
moving slowly from side-to-side. Suddenly, Melonie arched on
the bed beneath her, and let out a long `AhhhHHHH'. Susan
found it incredibly exciting to see her friend writhe in
ecstasy.
Susan stood-up and pulled down her panties and left them on
the floor. She backed up to a wall, and held up her skirt at
the front. `Come and lick me!', she demanded, a bit more
urgently than she intended due to her sexual excitement.
Melonie, recovering from her own orgasm, rolled off the bed,
and came and knelt before Susan. `Suzi, you're so wet', she
whispered. `I know, eat me!', Susan demanded, taking hold of
Melonie's head and pulling her against her sopping cunt. `Ah
yesss!', she breathed, as Melonie's little pick tongue probed
stiffly between her puffy labia. `Ooh, Melonie, your tongue
is .. ahh .. wonder .. ahh .. ful.', Susan gasped, as Melonie
licked from her vagina to her clitoris and back again, time
after time.
Susan was shuddering uncontrollably as she stood there with
Melonie lapping at her cunt. The sensations were amazing.
Melonie wrought a big moan from Susan, as she worked two
fingers of one hand up Susan's cunt while she licked her
clitoris. `OHH, Wow', moaned Susan weakly. Susan suddenly
stiffened as she felt Melonie try to push one of her fingers
covered with her pussy juices into her bottom. `What .. ?',
was Susan's startled question, but before she could finish
it, Melonie's finger was up her ass and the sensation, given
her current state of arousal, was amazing. Before Susan knew
what was happening she was climaxing so hard from clitoral
and anal stimulation that she slide down the wall to end up
in a heap on the floor. Melonie kept up the licking of
Susan's clit, and kept up the pumping of her finger in and
out of her anus and Susan climaxed two more times in quick
succession, leaving her a helpless rag doll on the floor.
When Susan had recovered she asked Melonie where she had
learnt that trick, and Melonie explained that her second
boyfriend had done it to her as they fucked in the back of
his car, and she'd come `like a fire cracker'. `I don't know
why, it's not so much the sensations as the thought of it -
it is sooo dirty and depraved - but I love it', Melonie
continued. `Yea, me too, I think', said Susan. `I'd have
thought so!', said Melonie with a cheeky grin.
The interlude over, Melonie left, and Susan returned to her
work. She decided to turn in early as she wanted to put in a
hard day's study tomorrow. Susan fell asleep quickly, partly
from tiredness from yesterday, and partly from much of the
pain being dulled by the beautiful friendship she was
developing with Melonie.
6. Thursday
Susan slept fitfully, being plagued with erotic dreams.
Against her will, she found herself taking part in dreams
where she was being fucked by David. In these dreams he was
so skilful in wielding a massive erection that she would come
time after time, being reduced to a sobbing begging slave of
pleasure. Susan woke in a really foul mood. She hated him!
She did not want to be his plaything, his conquest. She was
her own woman. Nevertheless, she couldn't avoid the erotic
remembrance of a how a hard penis had felt in her mouth, in
her hand, as her fingers curled around it, and in her cunt,
stretching her deliciously.
As she collected her milk for breakfast from the kitchen
she met Nicole. They ate breakfast together, talking about
their courses. Moving the conversation on, Nicole mentioned
in passing that John was coming down tomorrow - `Horny
bastard, can't keep away - he wasn't supposed to come down
again for another two weeks', was her typically blunt
assessment of his motives. `You're just as horny for him',
Susan noted with amusement. `That's for sure', Nicole agreed,
`Speaking of being horny, are you still interested in joining
us, like we've discussed?'.
Susan thought hard about her reply. She could still
remember how John had looked with just his towel wrapped
around him - he was definitely "a bit of alright".
Furthermore she was feeling definitely horny after her
disturbed night of dreams. However, David had hurt her - he
had used her, pretending to be interested in her when all he
wanted was to get into her pants. `I don't know, I'm not very
interested in men just now', she replied eventually.
`I know, I understand. Don't worry about it. You don't have
to decide yet, see how you feel tomorrow', Nicole responded.
Susan felt great warmth towards her new friend, Nicole had
comforted her so well on that night, and now was being so
understanding.
***** +++++ *****
After breakfast, Susan had no lectures, so she decided that
she would go and study with Paul, she intended to finish
getting that lab written up. She headed over to Paul's room,
in Randall Hall; enjoying the bracing air of early autumn,
and admiring the array of colours that the leaves were
proclaiming. Chlorophyll breakdown, Susan noted, with prosaic
scientific commentary. When she reached Paul room, number
114, she banged loudly on the door. This was greeted with a
sleepy groan from within, and a not particularly friendly,
`Who-is-it?'.
`Susie, Susie Braddock', Susan responded cheerfully.
Somehow the fact that `Perfect Paul' was not up and working
from first light, and he was grumpy first thing in the
morning like a normal human being, was somehow refreshing.
`Ah, hold on, just a second'. A minute later Paul opened
the door dressed in a rather old dressing gown. `Come in,
sorry I wasn't up', Paul said, standing aside to let her
enter. Susan entered, and guessed that Paul had been busy
trying to make his room a little more presentable before he
asked her in. However, he had conspicuously failed: it was an
utter tip. There were clothes in piles on the floor; unwashed
coffee cups overflowed the sink; .... it would clearly take a
lot longer than a minute or two to turn it into some sort of
order, Susan noted with humour.
As if suddenly aware of the musty-ness of his room, Paul
opened a window, and gusts of fresh air entered. As he was
doing that Susan took the opportunity to observe him. He
looked rather masculine in his robe, his hairy muscular
calves and strong feet emphasising his manliness. His hair
was definitely tousled, but as he'd just got up, so that
wasn't surprising. He looked rather rugged, and Susan was
surprised to find herself responding to the sight of him. She
hadn't really thought of him as anymore than a friend before.
Paul turned, and caught her looking at him. Susan blushed,
turned away, and said, `I was hoping we could finish off this
lab write-up this morning'.
`Yea, sure. Um, I'll just, ah, shower and get dressed',
Paul replied. The look he'd seen on Susan's face was
disconcerting ... She was very beautiful when she blushed.
`Yes, you go and shower, and I'll start on the dishes', Susan
ordered, taking control of the situation. `There's no need to
...', Paul started to reply but Susan interrupted him, `Yes
there is, now move it, we've got some studying to do'.
`Just like my mother', Paul muttered, loud enough for Susan
to hear, as he headed off to the shower. Susan just smiled.
When he returned he found that Susan had really gotten into
the domestic scene, and after finishing the mugs, had started
on tidying the rest of his room. Susan waited outside his
room while he got dressed. She was tempted to put her eye to
the keyhole, but resisted successfully. `Show some dignity',
she thought to herself.
Soon he was dressed, and they got down to some studying.
Actually it wasn't as productive as it could have been. They
spent too much time joking, and talking about all sorts of
trivial things. Nevertheless, the lab was written up, and
they finished their preparation for the next, which was that
afternoon.
They had lunch together at the cafeteria, and turned up for
their lab on time. Their preparation paid off, and Susan even
understood what she was doing and trying to achieve most of
the time! They finished half and hour early, and headed back
to their halls. They reached Cromwell Hall first, and Susan
invited Paul in for a coffee.
It was very different with Paul in her room compared with
David. David had had a real aura of sexuality which had made
her nervous. Paul, however, was a friend. A friend she was
beginning to be interested in, true, but he was comfortable,
nevertheless.
Susan had noticed that Paul had stolen the odd look at her
through-out the day, looks that could almost be interpreted
as lustful. He's interested, she had concluded, feeling
rather pleased. Now, in the security of her own room, she
felt safe enough to engage in a little light flirting. She
made sure that their hands brushed as she gave him his
coffee; her breast brushed his arm as she reached passed him
for the biscuit tin; and she positioned herself in a
discreetly provocative manner in the chair across from him.
Susan was amused to see Paul become slightly flustered, not
really being aware of what was going on, nor why he was
suddenly finding himself responding to her more strongly than
usual.
Susan was thinking about how she could take things further,
and whether she really wanted to, when a knock come on her
door. She opened it to find Nicole and Melonie, who were
inviting themselves in for coffee. Susan felt a little
put-out by this intrusion, but couldn't think of a polite way
of rejecting her friends. So she found her self making coffee
for her friends. Her room was small and she was less than
delighted to find Nicole had taken her seat and Melonie was
sitting on the bed beside Paul - a bit too close she thought
jealously. Paul had not met Nicole or Melonie before, but
they were quickly getting to know one another. `Perhaps he
has better social skills than I first thought', Susan thought
with a mixture of emotions; pride that he could handle
himself socially, jealous that he was joking so freely with
other women.
`Susan Braddock just stop this at once, You've got no claim
on him, and anyway, you are not interested in any men at the
moment', she scolded herself in her thoughts. `Pull yourself
together woman!' Thus chastised, Susan forced herself to
enter into the easy bantering conversation. However, she was
acutely aware that Melonie's thigh would brush Paul's from
time to time, and that, at one stage, Nicole reached over and
placed a hand briefly on Paul's knee. Paul himself seemed
unconcerned and unaware that her two "friends" were making a
play for him. Before long, however, Paul made excuses about
having to go and prepare his evening meal. Susan was glad to
rescue him from her friends, and after seeing him to the
door, arranged to met him for studying the next afternoon.
When Susan re-entered the room, Nicole stood-up, moved
towards her, and whispered in her ear: `We know the thing to
take your mind off your man problems'. And with that, Nicole
captured both her hands in hers. Meanwhile, Melonie had also
stood-up, and was moving behind her. while rummaging in her
bag.
Susan was immediately apprehensive, and she wasn't feeling
at all sexy yet, being still a bit irritated by her friends
intrusion. However, the sexiness of the situation, the
vice-like grip of Nicole's hands, and her sexy whispering
about having been into town this morning and having bought a
"toy" that they were sure that she'd like, surprisingly
quickly started to get Susan turned on. She was more of a
slut than she'd ever thought possible only a week ago, she
concluded to herself.
Melonie meanwhile had come up behind her, and was running a
hand over her breasts from behind. Susan could feel Melonie's
soft breasts squashed against her back, and she couldn't help
rubbing her bottom against Melonie's crotch. Melonie's other
hand was rucking up her skirt, and caressing her thighs.
Nicole meanwhile was nibbling her ear-lobe in between
promising her sexual delights the likes of which she'd never
dreamt. In spite of herself, Susan found it very flattering
and extremely exciting to be the centre of attention of her
two friends. Her sensations were starting to overload again.
Her pussy was definitely getting wet.
Just then Melonie's questing hand started a slow climb up
the inside of her thighs. Susan found herself parting her
legs for her friend - it was as if her will had melted like
butter. Nicole meanwhile had taken to unbuttoning Susan's
blouse with one hand, while keeping her hands imprisoned with
her other hand. Susan could have broken free at anytime, but
she had no inclination to. The spice of being forced was
intoxicating. Susan shuddered as she felt Melonie's fingers
brush her vaginal lips through her panties. `Wow, you are
wet. You really want to be fucked by us girls, don't you?',
Melonie asked, partly with surprise, and partly to incite
Susan into vocalising her arousal. `Un, oh, yes', Susan
managed to force out, her breath suddenly seeming to be in
short supply.
Nicole tied Susan's wrists together with a scarf from
Melonie's bag, and then took over the caressing of Susan's
breasts. She pinched Susan's nipples quite hard. `OHH', was
the urgent gasp that was brought to Susan lips. `Oh my clit
throbs when you do that, oh, yes, yes', Susan panted, as
Nicole's fingers elicited erotic sensations from her nipples
that could not be denied. Melonie meanwhile was easing
Susan's sopping panties down her thighs.
Before Susan knew it, she was naked, kneeling down on the
floor with her bottom in the air, her face in one of her
pillows from the bed, and her hands still tied together out
in front of her. She was wiggling her bottom hoping that her
friends would continue caressing her, but as she could see
looking back between her thighs, Nicole and Melonie were busy
undressing each other somewhat urgently. Somehow the exposure
and wantonness of the position into which Nicole and Melonie
had manoeuvred her, only added to Susan's horniness. Her
clitoris was throbbing so that she couldn't avoid making
little moaning noises from time to time as she waited for her
friends, even though no-one was touching her. Her fevered
imagination was anticipating the delights promised by Nicole.
Apparently they were going to push Melonie's vibrator up her
ass, and Nicole was going to fuck her with a double-ended
dildo that they'd purchased from a sex shop that morning.
Susan felt so wet she almost wondered if a drop or two of her
love juice was dripping onto the carpet. She had never felt
so much anticipation.
Susan almost swooned when she felt Melonie's hand return to
her pussy. She was collecting Susan's love juices so that she
could smear it all over her bottom, and especially around and
in her anus. Susan couldn't help clenching her sphincter
muscles as she felt Melonie probe with one finger. However,
it was so slippery that Melonie's finger quickly sunk in to
the hilt. Susan and Melonie moaned at the same time. It was
so lewd and exciting. Then Susan felt Melonie's finger leave
and the cold plastic of her vibrator take its place, probing
her opening. Susan was so worked up that she couldn't help
thrusting her bottom up to meet it. `You sure are horny', she
heard Nicole saying from somewhere behind her, but it didn't
matter. All that mattered was that she was fucked. The
vibrator slide in all-of-a-sudden, taking Susan by surprise,
and she moaned her passion into the pillow.
Before she had quite adjusted to the amazing stretching and
filling sensation of that, she felt the probing of something
else between her labia. Looking back, she could see Nicole
behind her with a giant dildo sticking out of her cunt.
Nicole must have been pretty wet to have managed to fit the
other end in her, Susan thought, just before rational thought
dissolved with the sensation of her pussy being stretched as
her friend slide into her. It was amazing. Different from how
it had been the first time with David - not better, just
different.
Susan felt so lewd with a vibrator stuck up her ass, and
her friend fucking her with a double-ended dildo. She
couldn't stop saying, `Oh, yes, yes, oh, wow, yes, fuck me,
stick it up me, oh, oh, ... '. Melonie had turned the
vibrator on at one point, and it was causing a deep throbbing
somewhere deep inside her. Nicole was setting up a rhythm. It
was deliciously different from fucking, the dildo sliding
about in both their sopping pussies slightly out of step with
their thrusts. Before Susan knew what was happening she was
climaxing uncontrollably. She was moaning ecstatically into
her pillow, she wanted to flail her legs about, but the way
that Nicole kept hold of her hips and kept on fucking her
didn't give Susan that freedom.
When Susan came down from her exquisite high, she realised
that Nicole still hadn't come, and that she was continuing to
thrust the dildo in and out of them. The sensations where
pleasant, especially combined with the vibrations coming from
the vibrator, but the urgency had gone for Susan for the
moment, so she looked around for Melonie. She found her half
sitting, half lying on the chair, with three fingers up her
pussy. She was definitely flushed, and had that look of
concentration that spoke of a climax not too far away. Susan
found the sight very stimulating, and got back into thrusting
back at Nicole as she thrust into her. This brought a cry of
passion from Nicole who was approaching her own crisis. The
groan was echoed by Melonie who was watching her friends fuck
each other with the dildo, and it was enough to send her over
the top to a satisfying climax, as her fingers pumped in and
out of her.
Seeing Melonie finger-fuck herself spurred Nicole and Susan
on, and before long they both came. Susan collapsed under
Nicole, her breathing coming in very shallow gasps. As they
lay there trying to re-gain their breath Susan could feel a
third climax building from the vibrator still stuck up her
bottom. Her moans brought Melonie over to start sliding the
vibrator in and out of her. Within a minute Susan shuddered
in a third and final climax, and then Melonie took the
vibrator out and turned it off.
It had been a good time, but looking back on it, it made
them slightly uneasy in each others' company. Susan felt
embarrassed about how shameless she had been, and how she had
responded to the crude things her friends had said and done
to her. Nicole and Melonie sensed her embarrassment, and it
made conversation slightly awkward. Before long they left.
Susan was by herself in her room. Her body was pleasantly
satisfied with the afterglow of good sex, but she felt empty.
A little-bit used by her friends perhaps? She curled up on
her bed and cried herself to sleep, wishing that she was back
at home with her parents and little brother.
Later that evening Susan woke to feel Nicole slip into bed
beside her - she must have left her door on the latch, not a
good habit to get into, she mentally noted. Nicole cuddled
her, and apologised if they had been too rough with her
earlier. They kissed sweetly, and fell asleep in
one-another's arms.
Susan Starts ...
Parts 7 & 8
7. Friday
It was nice waking up in the same bed as Nicole - even if
it was a bit cramped. Susan felt extremely peaceful and happy
that morning. Her body still felt relaxed and satisfied from
the delights of the previous night. Susan lent over and
kissed Nicole's soft nipples. They started to harden slowly,
and Nicole moaned in her sleep. Encouraged, Susan started
licking them in earnest. Nicole woke to feel a fire being lit
within her, as her nipples where being lathed by a hot
tongue. `Oh Suzi, that is wonderful', she moaned languidly.
Susan continued sucking and licking for some time, and then
moved down Nicole's body, pioneering with a trail of kisses.
Susan closed her mouth on her friends pussy without the usual
teasing. Nicole arched, as she felt the wet tongue part her
labia, and stimulate the outer part of her cunt. Susan licked
up, and found Nicole's clitoris, which she proceeded to strum
rhythmically. Before long Nicole was whimpering, and she was
holding Susan's head against her. Nicole came with the
exquisite sensations moments later. Susan looked up, and
smiled at her satisfied friend. Nicole smiled back, the smile
of a satisfied woman.
Nicole had an early lecture, so they hurriedly washed, had
breakfast, and headed off to the lecture block. Susan left
Nicole there, and headed on to the library. Having got up so
early, she intended to make good use of the morning by
getting some reading done. She met Rachel there, and they
worked together in companionable silence for a couple of
hours. Susan found herself quite attracted to Rachel, who was
a brunette, with rather small breasts. Her face was flawless;
her lips were perfectly formed, and were always smiling, her
eyes sparkled with life. However, she felt unsure about
letting Rachel know her attraction. She may be horrified to
receive an advance from another woman. If she was rejected,
Susan knew she would die of embarrassment. Things had
practically just happened with Nicole and Melonie, but to
coldly plan to initiate a sexual encounter was something else
again - Susan wasn't sure that she'd ever have the courage.
Although, may be, at times, she'd feel so horny that she'd
just take the risk anyway. Susan wasn't sure. It was a whole
new complicated world that had opened up to her since she had
arrived at University. At least with boys, they were supposed
to take the initiative (well, that may not be necessary, but
it was still common - Susan mentally edited her thoughts to
be politically correct). However, when you were both women
what was the protocol? Susan didn't know.
After lunch at the cafeteria, Susan had another lecture.
She met up with Paul outside the lecture hall, and they sat
together during the lecture. It was one of the most boring
lectures of Susan's life. The lecturer seemed to mumble on
about something or other, but there didn't seem to be any
structure or direction to the ramble. `I can see that this is
one subject we`re going to have to learn from textbooks',
Paul commentated under his breath half way through the
lecture. Susan couldn't help but agree. The next lecture was
refreshingly different, and Susan felt glad that she'd
decided to study her subject. The lecturer was young, but
well organised and enthusiastic. It made all the difference.
The third lecture was the second one on that subject, the
first Susan had missed on Tuesday morning when she'd failed
to get up. Susan struggled throughout to understand what was
going on, and, just before the end, it started to make some
sense - sort-a.
Susan walked back to the halls with Paul. He invited her
over to his hall, to share his dinner, and she gladly
accepted. Her own cooking wasn't too bad, but it wasn't up to
her mother's standards. However, she believed, men fell into
two categories, those that couldn't cook, and never attempted
it, and those that cooked, and were potential chefs. The fact
that Paul cooked, meant that he would obviously fall into the
second category. Susan's philosophy was rudely shattered by
Paul's attempt half an hour later. It was barely edible -
worse than her own. They fell about laughing at the result.
Susan laughed even more when Paul claimed that he was
normally better than this, it was all the oven's fault. She
had the giggles that just wouldn't quit. Eventually, she
managed to explain to Paul her theory about male cooks, and
he too dissolved into giggles, as Susan tried to explain that
her whole philosophy of cooking had been overturned in moment
of culinary catastrophe. `Who needs drugs or alcohol to get
high?', Paul had asked when they had regained some composure.
Susan agreed, she couldn't remember when she'd had such a
good time.
However all good times come to an end, and Paul had another
student coming round to study with that night, to study a
subject that Susan wasn't taking, so she headed back to her
own room. Just as Susan was about to enter her room, Nicole
came out of her door. `Oh, hi Nicole, have you seen
Melonie?', Susan asked. `Yea, she's got a date this evening
with this hunk - a computer scientist', `Oh', said Susan, who
had half planned on making sure there were no bad feelings
between them about yesterday evening, and perhaps, if the
truth be told, on seducing her.
`By the way', Nicole continued, `John's just arrived, why
don't you come in for a coffee?' Susan had forgotten that
John was expected, so she was caught unprepared. `Oh, I don't
know ... Um, I'm ... ', `At least come in for a coffee',
Nicole interrupted, standing aside to let Susan enter. It was
with some trepidation that Susan entered. John didn't notice
her immediately, he had his back to the door and was busy
struggling out of his motor-cycle gear. John looked really
surprised when he turned and saw her, `Oh!, your ..., um,
sorry I've forgotten your name', `Susie', Susan supplied.
`Yes, of course, Susie, We met last week, you're the one who,
um, yes', John wound down in confusion.
Susan, with her new confidence in interacting with men,
simply raised a quizzical eyebrow, not letting him off the
hook. `You're the one we had breakfast with', John ended
lamely. Susan smiled, `It was lunch for me, but yes.'
Nicole said, `Suzi, I haven't mentioned anything to John
yet about our little plan', as she handed out the coffees
that she'd just made. `Oh, and what plan is this?', asked
John curiously, as he settled back on Nicole's bed with his
coffee.
`Do you want to tell him?', Nicole asked Susan with a grin.
Susan could feel herself blushing furiously. `No!', was her
explosive response. John looked from one to the other,
slightly confused, but beginning to catch on that something
interesting was afoot.
`Well, you see... You remember that we guessed that Suzi
had heard us fucking last weekend, and that it had got her
all excited? Well, we were right. Suzi got really hot over us
and just couldn't help frigging her wet pussy. Anyway, as we
were talking during the week I mentioned our open
relationship, and Suzi was really interested. It seems that
she hasn't got a regular boyfriend, and is constantly really
horny, and needs a good fucking.'
Susan didn't know where to look as Nicole was saying this.
She wanted to jump in and correct Nicole's story, but didn't
know how without embarrassing herself even more. She could
tell, without looking up, that John was intently studying
her. Her body was beginning to tingle with sexual excitement
now, in spite of the awfulness of the situation.
`Is that true, Susie?', John asked, his blue eyes catching
hers, as she looked up when he asked his question. Susan felt
utterly embarrassed, what was she supposed to say? `Sort of',
she said eventually, looking down at her feet.
`Which parts are true, the bit about being constantly
horny, or the bit about needing a good fucking?'. Susan could
hear the good humoured smile in his voice, she didn't need to
see his face. Was the answer to this question, the first, the
second, both, or neither? Susan was spared answering, by
Nicole, who said, `Don't tease, John. Susan and I are both
eager to feel your hard, throbbing, cock up our hot, tight,
pussies. We are going to give you the fucking of your life,
we are going to drain you off every drop of spunk from your
balls. The question is, are you man enough for us?'
John looked slightly taken aback by Nicole's words, but
quickly recovered, as Nicole stood up, put on a CD, and
starting dancing, moving her hands up and down her body in
the most seductive way. She ran her hands over her breasts,
lifting them up, and thrusting her chest out at the same
time, then provocatively running her hands down her thighs.
Susan and Nicole both noticed the growing bulge in John's
trousers. Susan found herself torn between wanting to watch
the beautiful and seductive Nicole, or the lusting and horny
John. She settled for John. She found her own excitement
increasing as his did. If his cock was growing, her love
juices were definitely beginning to flow. She wanted to part
her thighs and rub her clitoris through her jeans, but she
settled for pressing her thighs together, and feeling the
delicious movement of her labia tugging on her clit.
Nicole meanwhile continued her erotic movements by starting
to unbutton her blouse. John's eyes must have seen her
undress a hundred times, but they still bulged. Nicole's
blouse was thrown into the corner of the room, and she
caressed her breasts through her bra. This in turn was
un-clipped, and Nicole danced about holding the bra cups in
place with her hands. John tried to catch her as she moved in
near him, but she quickly retreated out of reach. The bra
joined her blouse, and Susan and John both admired Nicole's
perfect breasts, alabaster white, with delicate pink nipples.
Nicole turned to Susan and said, `Join me'.
A few minutes ago, Susan would never have dreamt of
blatantly performing a strip tease in front of John, but now
... now her clit was throbbing, now she was feeling very
turned on, and the idea of exciting John, and Nicole, seemed
very tempting. Nicole reached for her hands and helped her
too her feet. Susan felt a few moments awkwardness, but as
she started to move to the music her inhibitions seemed to
melt like the snow at noon. She mimicked Nicole's moves of a
few minutes ago, she couldn't help moaning however as her
hands brushed her nipples, even through her clothes. As she
danced, she noted John's response; he was almost drooling!
That Nicole and Susan were both dancing provocatively before
him was more than he could believe. Susan looked so young and
virginal, her blond hair so beautiful, her movements so
raunchy. John found himself rubbing himself through his
trousers. This didn't help, it just made the discomfort at
his tight confinement more intolerable. As Susan's blouse
drifted over to join the Nicole's pile in the corner of the
room, John released his erection from his jeans. It had long
since escaped his boxer shorts, and it stood up proudly.
Susan found the sight captivating. It was only the second
erect penis she'd ever seen (she'd seen her little brother's
soft penis once, by accident). As she danced, her eyes
remained fixed on it. Nicole was transfixed as well, but
still managed to unzip, and step out of her skirt in a
stylish movement. She was now only wearing lacy panties. John
could feel his cock throb at the sight of the sexy thighs of
his wonderful girlfriend. Susan felt another twinge of self-
consciousness as she undid her bra and brazenly revealed her
charms. John's hand closed, convulsively, on his erect
member. Susan forgot about herself as she watched John's
hand start to pump his erection. She'd never seen a man
masturbate before. It seemed to connect with erotic
excitement centres in her brain which she had never had
stimulated before, pleasurable shivers ran down her body.
Susan managed to shed her jeans next without feeling too
clumsy, and Nicole removed her panties. These developments
brought a very appreciative whistle from John.
Nicole came up behind Susan, and reached around and clasped
her breasts as she danced, her own breasts flattening against
Susan's back. Susan couldn't help the gasp that escaped her
mouth. John could hardly believe what was transpiring before
his very eyes, he even forgot to continue his pumping. His
sexy girlfriend had talked one of her friends into coming
into her room and performing a strip tease for him, and now
she was feeling this girl up, right in front of him! And
Susan was obviously enjoying it. Her eyes were closed and her
movements languid. Susan gasped and John's eyes bulged again,
as one of Nicole's hands drifted lower, caressing as it went,
until it was running beneath Susan's panties into her bush.
`Wow' was John's awed whisper. Susan and Nicole were both
continuing to sway to the music, as Nicole's fingers touched
Susan's labia. It was a moan this time that escaped from
Susan.
Susan was in a blaze of sexual excitement, as she swayed to
the music, practically naked before John. A naked Nicole was
working wonderful magic as she caressed her right breast, and
touched her pussy. Susan sensed some movement, and when she
opened her passion laden eyes, it was to see John kneeling
directly in front of her, his head level with her panties.
His hands came up and, with some trembling, closed upon her
panties at the sides. He pulled and Susan's pussy and
Nicole's fingers came into view. It felt so sensual to Susan
to be so exposed. She felt even more sensual and lewd, as
Nicole held open her labia to reveal her glistening, dark
pink cunt to John's captivated eyes. `Ummmahh', was all she
could reply as John's tongue darted out to taste her juices,
and probe within her.
Nicole was kissing and nibbling her neck, both her hands
were now squeezing her breasts and rolling and pulling her
nipples, and John's tongue was licking away like mad,
creating crazy sensations. Susan was reeling with pleasure.
It was all too much. A wave of pleasure was building within
her, rushing towards the shore at a gallop. Susan started
gasping and moaning incoherently, as both her hands clasped
John's head in place. `Ohhhh, yea, yea, ah, ahh, ahhhoww,
gosh, yes, yess!, yesss!'. It seemed incredible that she
hadn't come yet, but still her pleasure built. Suddenly she
was coming, `Aaaooowwwwwww, aaoww'. It felt like it would
never stop, `Awwow, unnnm'. She wondered if it would continue
indefinitely. `OHHHhhhhh'. It died away. Susan felt shaken to
her core and weak all over. She had never come like that
before.
John was continuing to lick away, but she was too
sensitive, she had to pull his head away. John took the
message, and stood up and kissed her on her mouth. It was
strange tasting herself on his lips but it wasn't unpleasant.
Nicole disengaged herself from Susan, and came and knelt
between them. Susan could feel the groan and urgency in
John's kiss as Nicole's mouth closed upon the end of his very
erect cock. Susan broke the kiss, and staggered back and sat
down on a chair, still weak from her orgasm, and watched the
action that was taking place in front of her. She had never
seen anyone taking a penis in their mouth before, but it sure
looked sexy. She loved the way that Nicole would take about
three inches of John's throbbing erection into her mouth,
suck it, and then would pull it out twirl her tongue over the
head, over and over again. John seemed to be enjoying it as
well, judging from his groans, and how red his neck and face
were getting. His breathing was laboured as well.
Nicole had one hand on the floor steadying herself, her
other was rubbing away at her madly throbbing clitoris, and
her head was bobbing up and down on John's erection.
Suddenly, John sort-of moaned, and gasped, `Ohh, I'm gonna
come, OH, I'm gonna come, AHH, I coming .... I coming...'.
Susan was captivated to see great globs of white cum spurt
from his cock and land all over Nicole's face. Her mouth was
open, and she was trying to catch it there, but John cock was
jerking so much that it was landing all over her face. Susan
slipped from the chair, and knelt before Nicole, kissing the
cum off her face. It tasted slightly salty, but rather nice.
Nicole meanwhile was still frigging her clit in desperation.
`I'm nearly there, just a little bit more ..', she gasped.
Susan and John watched as Nicole brought herself to a very
satisfying climax. `Ummmm, that was good - for starters',
Nicole stated, with a grin.
`Hey, I'm out of action for the moment', John said,
defensively, and Nicole and Susan could see that that his
penis had shrivelled since his climax. `Never, mind, just
finish undressing and get on the bed, and Suzi and I will
give you a show, won't we Suzi?', Nicole asked. Susan, who
was feeling rather horny again after having seen Nicole and
John, and after having tasted John's cum, was more than happy
with this suggestion. `Sure', she replied. John, therefore,
removed his clothes, and stretched out naked on the small
bed. `He looks all male', thought Susan to herself.
A slower song was playing now, and Susan and Nicole
embraced in the middle of the room swaying to the music. It
was very sensual, breast to breast and thigh to thigh. Susan
kissed Nicole deeply, her tongue plundering her friend's
mouth, their lips moving wonderful over each others'.
Nicole's thigh moved naturally between Susan's own, and Susan
sighed softly as she felt her labia press against Nicole's
satin smooth thigh. Susan raised one hand and held one of
Nicole's breasts as they rocked to the music. She squeezed
it, and moved her torso so that her nipples brushed against
Nicole's. Both their nipples became erect, and it was
Nicole's turn to sigh. Her eyes were closed, she was really
getting into this. Susan's love juices were making a wet
patch on Nicole's thigh, as she continued to move sensuously
against Susan's pussy.
John could feel his penis swelling again as he watched his
girlfriend and her female lover caress and turn each other
on. It was very exciting, seeing two beautiful women
pleasuring each other. Susan was taller than Nicole and her
breasts were smaller, but she was really sexy. Nicole sure
knew how to choose them, he concluded happily. He had never
guessed that Nicole was into other women. This opened up more
possibilities for a very interesting sex life. John idylly
played with his growing cock as he watched the two women
getting more and more steamed from their slow dance.
Susan twisted Nicole in her arms, so that she was standing
behind her, she kissed and nibbled at Nicole's throat, as she
twisted her head around to continue their hot kisses. Their
lips closed on each other and their lips continued their
dual. Susan started rolling Nicole's erect nipples between
her fingers, and every so often, she would pinch them
lightly, pulling them out from Nicole's breasts. Nicole was
panting and whimpering with passion.
John couldn't remain a passive observer any longer. His
cock was hard and throbbing, and he longed to sink it deep
into hot and willing pussy. He considered briefly about
coming up behind Susan and fucking her from behind, but he
wasn't sure if she was on the pill, or come to that, what her
sexual history was. He decided he would fuck Nicole instead.
He moved in front of Nicole, who didn't see him as she was
kissing Susan deeply. Susan however did, she winked, and used
her hands to hold Nicole's labia apart so John could see
clearly where to thrust. In one smooth movement John
positioned himself and thrust deep into Nicole. Her eyes flew
open in surprise, but Susan continued to kiss her, probing
her tongue into Nicole's mouth in time with John's thrusts.
Nicole felt in heaven, being sandwiched between two very sexy
bodies, both intent on helping her to experience incredible
sexual pleasure.
Susan eventually released Nicole's mouth so she could kiss
John. By now, Nicole was moaning in time with John's thrusts.
Susan retired to the bed, and lay down watching them fuck.
She drew her own feet up, and spread her knees, giving her
fingers easy access to her throbbing clit and slick pussy.
She slid two, then three fingers into her sopping cunt, as
she watched Nicole and John. John had backed Nicole up
against the wall, and was thrusting into her with a slow
steady rhythm. Susan found the sight of his bobbing buttocks,
with their clenching muscles, very stimulating, and she
pumped her fingers in time with them. Nicole was gasping, her
legs had raised off the floor and she had wrapped them around
John, her ankles beating against his bottom as he thrust in
to her. Susan could see over John's shoulder the grimace of
unbearable pleasure on Nicole's face. Susan could also see
his prick sliding in and out, in and out. It was glistening
now with Nicole's juices. Was it really only a week ago that
she'd first heard them fucking through her wall? And now she
was there in the same room watching them, and publicly
masturbating as well.
John started pumping more furiously, and Nicole started
whimpering and moaning louder and louder. This further
increased Susan's excitement, and she increased the speed of
her pumping. All three came with shuddering climaxes within
seconds of each other. John pumping his seed deep into
Nicole. It was some time before they could catch their
breath.
They shared a hot chocolate afterwards, and Susan got to
learn more about Nicole and John. She was particularly
interested in hearing John's answer to Nicole's question
about whether he had had any sexual experiences in the last
week. He claimed that he hadn't, but that there was a pretty
blond on his course whom he had started to chat-up. Nicole
wanted all the details, and at the end, extracted a promise
to be kept informed of any developments.
Eventually thoughts turned to sleep, and Susan realised
that she'd have to return to her own room, John and Nicole
were going to be squashed enough in that bed without trying
to fit a third in. Susan entered her own room, and quickly
prepared for bed. It had been a really good evening, John had
helped demonstrate that men weren't all as awful as David had
been. However, it was Paul that Susan found herself thinking
about as she slipped off to sleep.
8. Saturday
Susan was woken the next morning by the discordant clamour
of her alarm. She tumbled out of bed, crossed the room and
turned it off, then she realised that it was a Saturday - no
lectures! She could have had hours more sleep. She'd been too
preoccupied thinking about the loving she'd just shared with
Nicole and John when she'd gone to bed to remember about the
alarm. Oh, well, perhaps it was worth trying to get to sleep
again. Susan crawled back into bed, and lay down. Her mind,
refreshed from a night's sleep, was active, and started
running over the scenes from yesterday evening in her mind.
She remembered how she had brazenly stripped before John, how
she had been licked out by his wonderful tongue, and brought
to a shuddering climax, and had tasted cum for the first
time, as she had licked it off Nicole's face. She also
remembered seeing John and Nicole fucking as they stood
against the wall. It was true that sex was a very visual
stimulus.
Susan was rubbing her clitoris against the bed as she lay
on her front, bouncing her bottom up and down. She had gotten
really turned on remembering the loving of yesterday. The
pleasure of her rocking movements was wonderful - she was
going to be able to bring herself to a climax, all she needed
was a little longer. She hadn't pleasured herself in this way
for quite awhile, although it had been in humping like this
on her bed that she had had her first ever climax.
That was long ago, she only been thirteen at the time.
She'd been to the local youth club with her friend Sally
Drew. There they had seen one of the girls from their class,
Debbie Somerfield, being kissed by an older boy. Susan had
stared mesmerised as they kissed deeply in the shadows of the
dance floor. She had got all tingly inside imagining what it
would be like for a boy to put his tongue inside her mouth.
Debbie sure seemed to be enjoying it, and Susan could feel
her nipples getting all hard and pointed, which was
unexpected, as she wasn't cold. She had joked and laughed
about Debbie with Sally. Sally then had shocked her by
telling her that Debbie had told her that she was sleeping
with her boyfriend. Susan didn't believe Sally at first, but
Sally was one of Debbie's friends, and she sounded really
convincing as she repeated what Debbie had told her about how
"absolutely heavenly" it was to be filled with hard cock.
Susan's virgin imagination had boggled at this new
information, and she watched Debbie and her boyfriend with
even more interest. She didn't really know how to classify or
describe the way her body was tingling, but it sure seemed
nice.
When Susan had got home that evening, she had closed the
door of her bedroom, and she had climbed on her bed and lain
down. She'd half unbuttoned her blouse so that her hands
could reach inside and squeeze her still small breasts. She
had tried to imagine herself in Debbie Somerfield's position,
being made love to by her boyfriend. Susan had found her
skirt had ridden up to her waist, and her panty clad pussy
was being driven into her eiderdown. She continued doing
this, not knowing what she was seeking, only that is was
wonderful, and she was trying to emulate what she thought
making love consisted off. She hadn't been able to prevent
moaning into the pillow as her fingers clutched at her
breasts through her child's bra, and her bottom moved up and
down on the bed. Suddenly, unexpectedly, her pleasure had
peaked, and she had had her first climax. She had gasped, and
had almost swooned with the incredible sensations. It took
her a while to recover, and when she did she was surprised to
discover a wet patch on her panties. These she had hidden in
the middle of the laundry basket, hoping her mother would
wash them without noticing.
Now, today, five years later, Susan was much more
experienced, and she knew many different ways of pleasuring
herself. However, this original, this "natural" method was
still as effective as it had ever been. Again Susan moaned
into the pillow as her pleasure built. Her pussy was wet, and
her clit was throbbing. `Ah, Ahh, Ahhhhh!', Susan cried into
her pillow as the delicious friction sent her over the top.
Thinking about her first climax led Susan to remember that
Debbie Somerfield had dropped out of school a few years later
at fifteen due to being pregnant. It was a big scandal at the
time. Susan was glad that she didn't have that worry, she was
on the pill anyway to help control her periods. A quick
survey of the last week's sexual activity revealed the only
time she'd come into contact with sperm was when she had
sucked David's cock and she'd licked John's cum off Nicole's
face, for David had used a condom when they'd fucked. She
probably hadn't needed their protection so far, but it was nice
to have the re-assurance they provided.
Refreshed from her orgasm, Susan wrapped a dressing-gown
around her, grabbed her wash-bag, and headed-off towards the
shower. She had to wait for a stall to become free;
eventually however, a beautiful woman stepped out (Susan
didn't know her name, but she had seen her around, she had a
room along the corridor from Susan's). Susan entered the
stall, removed her robe, rescued her soap from her wash-bag,
and entered the shower. It was hot, and the water pressure
was adequate to drive the water in tight needles against her
skin. It was invigorating, and Susan probably spent longer
there than she should, given the regular warnings about
saving water due to this year's draught. Nevertheless it was
glorious, and Susan enjoyed each luxurious minute. Stepping
out of the shower Susan could feel her spirits soar. She was
young, she was at University, doing the course she wanted,
and she looked good. Life was good!
Returning to her room she ran into a boy coming out of
Melonie's room. Melonie was right behind him, and they both
looked a little embarrassed to be seen coming out of her room
together so early in the morning. Susan smiled at them both,
and walked on down the corridor to her room. When she got to
her door, she turned and looked back at them. The boy had his
back to her, and was saying goodbye to Melonie. Susan,
noticing that Melonie could see her, and feeling wicked,
allowed her gown to drift open, flashing her naked charms
momentarily to Melonie, before entering her own room. She
felt good, in a teasing mood.
Susan had just pulled on her favourite red lace panties
when there was a knock at her door. `Who is it?', she called.
`Melonie' was the reply. Susan opened the door and stood back
to let her enter. Melonie looked beautiful, her red hair
tumbling around her formed the perfect frame to the glow of
her smiling face. `Hi, I was just dressing', Susan welcomed,
and was rewarded with a positive beam from Melonie, who
seemed full of the joys of spring this morning. `So I see',
she replied, looking Susan up and down, enjoying every inch.
Susan's perky breasts especially forming a feast for her
eyes. Susan didn't fail to notice that her bouncing boobs
were captivating Melonie. Her nipples tightened under her
friend's inspection.
`So, who was your man?', Susan eventually brokedown and
asked, curiosity having mastered her. `His name is Mark',
Melonie bubbled, positively overflowing with joy, `and he is
third year Computer Scientist, and we met the day before
yesterday in the cafeteria, when it was so crowded that we
were forced to shared a table. We got chatting, and although
he's shy, he's really sweet, and has a great sense of humour
once you break through his shyness. Anyway we chatted most of
yesterday afternoon, and then he asked me out. He's got his
own car, (he took a year out to work in industry to earn the
money for it), and he took me to a lovely French
restaurant.'
`He sounds like a real smoothy', Susan said, breaking into
her friend's flow. `Oh no. He's a real gentleman, but it's
natural, totally unstudied ... and anyway, he was going to
leave me after just a good-night kiss. I had to use all my
charms to entice him into my room last night'.
`And what charms!', Susan added, running her hand down
Melonie's cheek and neck, and sliding it under her cardigan
to cup her left breast. Almost instantly Susan could feel
Melonie's nipple erecting, and pressing against the palm of
her hand. A dreamy look came over Melonie's face, and a
gentle `mmm' escaped. Susan continued to mould and press
Melonie's breast for awhile, as a definite flush rose to
Melonie's face. `So what happened once you got him in your
room?', Susan asked.
`We started kissing as we sat next to each other on the
bed. He was so gentle with me, he caressed my hair as we
kissed, and he ... Ummmm ... he kissed .... ahhh ... he
kissed wonderfully', Melonie's description being interrupted
by sighs caused by Susan's gentle tweaking of her nipples.
Susan had moved behind her, and was now cupping both her breasts
through her t-shirt, her nipples erect and caught between
the spread fingers of each hand.
`So what happened next?', Susan asked in a husky voice next
to Melonie's ear. `We kissed for ages, until it was obvious
that Mark wasn't going to go any further without more
encouragement, ohhh, so, mmm, so I ... ahh Susie ... I took
one of his hands and placed it on one of my breasts. When I
did that he moaned, and kissed me every more heatedly'. Susan
could tell that Melonie was melting in her arms, and that she
longed to turn in her arms and kiss her ... but she
deliberately held Melonie tightly preventing that, while
continuing to caress her breasts and to squeeze, tantalisingly,
her nipples, under her T-shirt now. `I melted as he
caressed me ... he was so passionate ... so ... mmm .. so
hot!'. Melonie was starting to pant. Susan nibbled her neck,
as Melonie panted: `I nearly swooned when ... he ran his
hands up the ... outside of my thighs ... he had this way of
doing it ... which was ... heavenly! ... mmmm ... I was
burning ... up. .... We were feverish as we .... undressed
each other ... Ahhh Susie!!'. This last exclamation being
elicited by Susan's hand as it cupped Melonie's mound through
her skirt. `Yes?', Susan asked, herself slightly out of
breath from the excitement of turning on her sexy friend,
while continuing her rhythmic caresses. Melonie formed no
coherent reply in response to her friend's question ... all
she emitted were the occasional moan and sigh.
`So what happened after you had stripped each other?',
probed Susan, as her hand rucked up Melonie's skirt to remove
an irritating barrier between her hand and Melonie's now
decidedly juicy pussy. `Ahhmm, ohh, mmm, we.. ... that is, he
... mmm ... he was so gentle with me ... he caressed me so
... so tenderly ... ohh, yes, ohh ... and kissed me ... and
entered me so slowly ... ahhh!'. Susan fingers had slipped
inside Melonie's panties, had touched her pouting labia, and
were now sliding backwards and forwards between them in
Melonie's creamy sex juices. As Melonie gasped in her arms,
Susan pinched and pulled gently on one of Melonie's nipples,
and slid two fingers into her hungry cunt. They slid in
easily, slick as it was with Melonie's excitement.
`It was so ...ahhh ... ohhh ... so ... romantic ... and ...
huhhhh ... special .... he made love to me ... he ... Ohhh
Susie, yesss ... he told me he loved me ... as I climaxed ...
over and over ... AHHHoooohh!'. The last was a wholehearted
cry as Melonie convulsed in climax on Susan's magic fingers.
Susan held and kissed her friend as she shuddered in the
aftermath of her orgasm.
Once Melonie had recovered, she continued to explain to
Susan how she believed that she might be falling in love ...
about how considerate and wonderful and caring and ...
everything ... Mark seemed to be ... so different from
previous boyfriends. Susan was really pleased for her friend,
but couldn't help worrying slightly what it would mean for
their friendship. Melonie remembered then that her friend had
not come, and touched Susan between her legs: almost before
she had started, Susan buckled and collapsed. `Whhhhhoohh,
Ahhhhh', Susan gasped. `Boy was I ready for that!', she
exclaimed after regaining her breath. Melonie couldn't help
smiling at her sexy friend.
Eventually Melonie left, leaving Susan to finish dressing.
Susan noticed that her red panties had dark stain on them
where her juices had run. She considered changing them ...
but she was running low on fresh underwear ... not having
done any laundry yet this term ... and she was feeling
wicked, so Susan decided to slip them off and go all day
without any. The men would flock to her today if they only
knew, she laughed to herself.
***** +++++ *****
After dressing, Susan did a load of laundry, and then
headed into town and spent the rest of the morning window
shopping. Lunch time found her in McDonald's with some fries
and a cheese burger, when in walked Paul. His face lit up
when he saw her, and, after ordering, he joined her at her
table. Susan felt a happy warm glow within to see him respond
with such genuine pleasure at seeing her.
They spent the rest of the day shopping together. Susan
managed to talk Paul into buying some trendy clothes. Susan
revelled in her power over him, over her ability to change
his image. In her own mind it was totally different when she
decided that she didn't really want a blouse when he was less
than enthusiastic about it. At the end of the afternoon, Paul
asked her if she'd like to go for a pizza, and Susan had said
`Yes' before she had noticed that this would be their first
real "date". Once she'd noticed, she couldn't help smiling
with happiness.
Paul drove her to another part of town, to a very nice
Italian restaurant he'd discovered. It was suitably romantic,
each table being lit by candles. Paul very tentatively
reached out to touch her hand across the table as they waited
for their first course, by the time their main course arrived
they were holding hands and staring into each others eyes
like the new lovers that Susan was sure that they would
become.
The meal was everything that Susan had imagined a truly
romantic rendezvous should be: the food was good, the service
impeccable, and the company witty and attentive. Without
actually knowing how she knew, or when it happened, Susan was
aware that by the end of the meal, she was starting to fall
in love. And not only was Paul her boyfriend, he was her best
friend as well. What better start could they get?
Susan rested her head on Paul's shoulder as he drove her
back to campus after the meal with one arm around her. The
journey was far too short, and before Susan knew it they were
pulling into the student car-park. They stayed in the same
position after Paul had turned off the engine. Neither
wanted the evening to end. Susan had just decided that she
ought to do something to get Paul to kiss her, when he turned
her slightly and brought his lips down to hers.
She'd expected a tentative kiss from Paul, but instead
received an assured one. It was gentle and un-demanding,
while being masterful at the same time. Susan didn't try to
analyse it, she simply let the sheer love and erotic power of
it flow over her. His lips were warm and soft, and moved
tantalisingly over hers, catching and pulling her bottom lip
from time to time, in a way that was causing Susan to steam!
She wanted to deepen the kiss, and let their tongues dual for
territory. Instead, Paul kissed away from her mouth, brushing
his lips across her cheek, bringing them to her ear, to start
nibbling on her ear-lobe. Susan had never felt sensations
like this: the gentleness, the intimacy, the passion! Love
welled up within her. Along with her love, accompanying it
like a handmaid, rose her excitement. She had never felt
anything as sensual as when Paul breathed gently into her
ear. Her hands clutched him to her. She wanted him. She
needed him. Any distance between them was too much. Their
clothes were a nuisance.
Detecting her impatience, Paul brought his lips back to
hers, and kissed her hard. His tongue entered her mouth,
pushing its way past her soft lips and perfect teeth. Susan
moaned in passion. His tongue retreated, causing her's to
come in search of it into his mouth, like a captive brought
into Rome. The fate which Cleopatra had avoided at such great
cost, Susan embraced with delight. It was Paul's turn to
moan.
With feverish urgency, Susan pushed Paul's sweater up, and,
unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt, ran her hand over his
chest, his manly chest. Paul gasped as her fingers brushed,
and then pinched one of his nipples. Susan broke their kiss,
and, lowering her head, she took his other nipple into her
mouth and tongued it. Paul could only hold her head against
him, as his senses overloaded. He didn't know whether to turn
into the kisses or away from them, the thrills were so
intense.
Susan moaned into his chest as one of Paul's hands closed
on her breast. It was so exciting being handled by him. She
was so wet. She could feel the tops of her thighs getting all
slippery. Paul kneaded her breast, while he held her head
against his chest. Her licks and nibbles causing him to
handle her slightly rougher than he realised, driven by
exquisite sensations as he was. Susan revelled in his
caresses.
Then Paul was using both hands, both of her breasts were
now being handled. Her nipples erected, enjoying the slightly
rough treatment. With fumbling impatience Paul started to
undo her blouse. Susan sat up to make it easy for him. It was
exciting for both of them as her lacy clad breasts came into
view. Paul's whispered, `Wow!', was much appreciated.
Feeling bold, and with only a cursory glace around the car
park, Susan reached behind her to unsnap her bra. Holding the
cups in place, she moved so the straps fell from her
shoulders. Paul was having trouble breathing, the tantalising
curves of the sides of her breasts, visible to his attentive
gaze, were very alluring. Paul could feel his erection
growing uncomfortable in its tight prison. Susan smiled to
see the growing bulge. With the tempting skill of a Siren, to
a silent drum-roll which put butterflies in Paul's stomach,
Susan slowly lowered her bra. Her breasts quivered in the
silence. `They're beautiful', was Paul's heartfelt homage.
Susan glowed with pleasure.
Paul tentatively reached out and cupped one breast, feeling
its softness, taking its weight. With great concentration,
almost like performing a scientific experiment, his thumb
brushed against the hard pink nipple. Susan's involuntary
gasp made them both smile. Paul leant forward and placed his
mouth over the nipple of Susan's right breast. Teasingly, he
waited a second before flicking it with his tongue. Susan ran
her fingers through his hair, as his tongue toyed with her
nipple, her breath getting increasingly short. As he pulled
on her nipple with his lips, Susan's throwing of her head
back and moaning `Mmmm oohhh' into the car's roof was
instinctive. She was panting heavily as Paul moved his
attentions to her other breast. Kissing around, but not quite
reaching, her other nipple was torture most exquisite. Susan
was reduced to clutching his head and guiding it to the
wanton nubbin of need.
Determined to drive him as wild as he was driving her,
Susan reached out and placed her hand on Paul's enticing
bulge. His gasp was suitably gratifying. She ran her hand
over it; it was excitingly large. Using both hands, she undid
his belt, unbuttoned the waist-band, accompanying her actions
with a most suggestive smile. That look alone was enough to
cause Paul's cock to unfurl another inch! Susan unzipped his
trousers, and slid her hands over his trapped penis. Paul's
groaned "Unnnn" , was half pleasure, half frustration.
He gladly lifted his bottom to help Susan as she tugged
his briefs and brought them, together with his trousers down
to his ankles. Susan's eyes devoured his erect and throbbing
penis as Paul kicked free of his clothes. Her hot hand closed
around his manhood. The hunger of his kiss was intoxicating,
but Susan didn't let go. Breaking the kiss, Susan lowered her
head to his lap and licked the tip of his penis. A drop of
pre-cum tasted slightly salty. Emboldened, Susan stretched
open her lips, and lowered them over the purple head of his
cock. She enclosed it, flicking the tip with her tongue.
Paul's moans were almost constant.
As she sucked away, Paul had to lean close over her a
number of times, to hide himself from the probing headlights
of some cars pulling into the car park. Eventually he stopped
bothering, whether from indifference to anything other than
his pleasure, or from conviction that the windows
were too steamed up for anyone to see in, Susan was
uncertain. She just concentrated on lapping at the gorgeous
cock between her lips. She enjoyed looking up and seeing the
contorting grimace of pleasure on Paul's face.
Susan was getting so worked up she couldn't help herself,
she had to rub her clitoris through her skirt as she sucked.
Noticing her urgent actions, Paul lifted her up from his
cock, and then slowly pushed her skirt up, running his hands
up her silken thighs as he did it. Paul gasped as her naked
pussy came into view. Susan lifted her bottom so the skirt
could be bunched around her waist. She spread her legs open,
revealing her glistening labia and thighs to Paul's enchanted
stare. Provokingly, with an indescribably sexy smile, she
opened her pussy-lips to reveal her throbbing clitoris and
her juicy vagina, offering herself. `Fuck me', she said.
Paul was aware of how clumsy he was as he reclined the
passenger seat, and moved into positioned between Susan's
thighs as she lay back on it. Nevertheless, her sexy body,
and her enticing words of encouragement were more than enough
to keep him throbbingly hard. Slowly he lowered himself, and
Susan guided him into her. Her gasp and his groan coincided
as his full length sank into her wet cunt. She was ready for
him. They kissed deeply as he pumped slowly in and out a few
times. Susan wasn't satisfied with that: she lifted her legs
higher, locking them around him, and used her heels to drive
him into her harder and faster. The car began to rock, but
neither cared. Their physical pleasure was great, but it was
lifted to a higher plane as they looked with love into each
other's eyes. They climaxed within seconds of each other:
Susan coming first, racking his back with her nails, Paul
coming soon afterwards, his semen squirting deep into her.
They both declared their love as they lay in one another's
arms.
Susan had started many things over the last week:
university, living by herself, lesbian sex, and fucking,
but the most important was this: starting to live her own
love story.
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Okay, so I'm an incurable romantic! Guilty as charged.
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