(Part 01)
Alison Holmes went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features, the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable, firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping uglies up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.
It turned out to be the first of many such encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming pool.
Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.
Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool could be.
But she allowed herself to be persuaded by her flat mate Carole who didn’t want to go alone.
It was a very modern facility with unisex changing rooms which had two long rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.
Eric very much liked the idea that when he was in a cubicle drying his tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating him from some nubile naked lass drying her young fanny.
He had finished his swim and was in a cubicle at the far end of the row, furthest from the pool, where he got himself dry and was about to redress but realised he’d left some of his stuff in his locker.
So he wrapped his towel around his naked lower half and went to retrieve his pants and socks.
It was at the point when he spotted Alison, who recognised him instantly and smiled warmly.
He then nodded in the direction of his cubicle door and she blushed
(Part 02)
“Come on Ali” Carole called “come in and close the door”
Alison nodded and smiled and mouthed the words “Five minutes”
“Ok I’m coming” She replied to Carole and hoped she would be very soon.
Eric sat in his cubicle and the anticipation was making him quite hard knowing Alison was only a few yards away and undressing for him and would soon be knocking on his door wearing only a swimsuit.
It wasn’t just the anticipation of course he had had several sexual encounters with her which had all ended in mutual satisfaction but whether it was anticipation or a sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.
“You go ahead and I’ll catch up with you” Alison said
“Ok but don’t be long” Carole said as she moved away.
After a moment or two, there was a light knock on the door and when he opened it Alison was there wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.
“Hello Ali” He said wearing only his towel.
“Hi Eric” she said and her eyes went straight to his bulge.
“You’re pleased to see me then” she said
“We both are” he replied and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure, she pushed him back in the cubicle and closed the door behind her.
And with time being of the essence she took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and uncovered her cute titties, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his cock.
This was a surprising turn of events for Eric, she had decided to take full advantage of their meeting and he had no intention of preventing her.
“So what do you want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him.
In response she let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.
“Everything” she replied and took hold of him again.
“Are you sure?” he asked her
“Oh yes Eric” she replied and kissed him.
“Carole will wonder where you are,” he said feebly
She ignored him and kissed him so he couldn’t speak again.
The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
His hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks until she pushed him backwards so he had to sit down on the little bench.
Alison was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.
His hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property so he steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.
(Part 03)
At the moment her bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.
Eric now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her breast.
Wrapping her arms around him Alison stopped kissing him and buried her face in his neck instead.
He stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across her belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the abundant hair of her minge.
They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her lips.
But before he had time to consider his next move Alison was up off his lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her costume, she bent over on the bench opposite him, her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze.
She turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant, she would have smiled at him as well but the parts of her swimsuit that she wasn’t biting on, obscured her mouth.
He stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for him to penetrate her immediately so he patted her tight little buttock and she adjusted her pose bringing her inviting pink pussy up to cock height.
She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as she anticipated what was coming and then he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny and Alison moaned though her gag as he penetrated her.
Her hands located hand holds between the slats of the bench which gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto him and she began moaning uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on his shaft.
Her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.
She was truly relishing her task as she pumped onto him again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.
Eric could feel himself on the threshold and he knew from experience that Alison was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long muffled moan as she went rigid and came and Eric finished inside her.
They stayed in that position for several minutes; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm chlorine scented air.
Alison was the first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.
“God I love swimming” she panted.
“Me too” Eric said as he pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
They sat on the bench awhile gathering themselves and then Alison put her costume back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed.
Then he got dressed in his street clothes and said
“Same time next week?”
“Yes please” she replied
Alison was anxious to go and find Carole so they shared a soft, gentle, and affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door and she went in search of her friend.
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