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 byline attached. It may not be sold for profit, except by me. 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. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Okay, so I'm an incurable romantic! Guilty as charged. --