(Part 01)
Carole Bean 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, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD 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.
However of all the girls, Carole found herself drawn most to Claire Jarvis.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies.
But what really drew them together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole returned to the flat to discover Claire half naked and fingering her pussy, a scene which Carole could not draw her gaze from and stood in the hall spying on Claire through the partly open door and rubbed at her own gash as she watched.
Claire discovered that she had an audience when Carole came, but far from being upset or angry at the intrusion she invited Carole to join her and they made love for the first time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian experiences throughout their University years and they had some very exciting experiences together one of which was particularly memorable and occurred at the house warming at the house they shared.
(Part 02)
Carole and Claire were late leaving the Vale but the fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way, in fact because the traffic was lighter they got to the house in Abbottsford only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
They were just taking dinner orders as they arrived so Carole let Claire choose while Carole claimed the last two remaining places in the lounge, which were in the bay window.
There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge drinking wine and eating pizza, there were the six housemates and partners plus an assortment of friends, it wasn’t a bad sized room, and it had three large sofas in it but it was never intended to accommodate nineteen people.
Claire and Carole were seated on the deep windowsill in the bay window with a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.
This afforded the taller of the two girls, Carole, a great view down the tops of the two girls seated on the sofa, one of them was her skinny braless housemate Alison Holmes while the other one was Amy Coates who had a fine pair contained in a green lacy bra a size too small and definitely not up to the job to holding the load, in fact the cups were so small that both areolas were clearly visible above the line of green lace.
Claire suddenly slapped her thigh
“Are you looking at Amy’s tits?”
She whispered in her ear, although whispering it seemed unnecessary as the room was so noisy she could have used a bullhorn and no one would have overheard her.
“Yes of course, what a stupid question” she replied above a whisper
“You’re a dirty cow,” Claire said laughing then she held Carole’s hand and gave it a squeeze, a few minutes later Amy, the girl with the big tits and the small bra, turned round and spoke.
“Here you two look at this” and Claire leant over the sofa between Amy and Alison, looking at something on Claire’s Kindle.
Carole could see from where she was but wasn’t really interested but the other three were laughing at a movie clip as Carole slid her hand up Claire’s skirt but she didn’t bat an eye lid, not even when she pulled her knickers off her buttocks and half way down her thighs, nor again when she fondled her cheeks.
Only a few moments later after Carole’s fingers parted Amy’s lips did she call a halt to her mischief and sat back down.
Then she turned and smiled a saucy smile at her and took her knickers all the way off before stuffing them in Carole’s trouser pocket.
“I don’t think I’m going to be needing them” Claire said and placed Carole’s hand between her knees.
(Part 03)
Carole and Claire were situated in the perfect place for their purposes, they could see everyone else but no one could see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing them and if anyone did that they would stop.
While Carole’s hand slid purposefully between Claire’s thighs, hers was stroking the length of her pale blue cotton covered thigh.
As Carole’s hand neared its destination she felt the hair of her lovers bush brushing the skin on the back of her hand and then her fingers homed in on Claire’s pussy.
When Claire was standing bent over the sofa she was deliciously moist to her touch but when Carole returned to the seat of her moistness she found her creamily wet and she let out a little gasp as her finger went in her.
No one heard it; it was still far too noisy in the room, but she couldn’t take her too far because even with the decibel level as high as it was in that place, they would certainly hear dirty Miss Jarvis come.
However it was just when Carole was getting her well lathered up that the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped and some bright spark thought it would be a good idea to raise a toast to the new house.
Claire tutted loudly and pulled Carole’s finger out of her pussy and closed her thighs tight.
“Cheers” she said smiling falsely.
The moment the chinking of glasses was over Claire was on her feet saying to Carole
“Come and give me a hand”
Now it’s all very well for Claire wearing a skirt and knickers hurrying out wish sticky lips but it was quite different for Carole in pale blue skinnies.
Claire’s lather was out of sight but Carole’s had soaked into her jeans.
Behind the sofa went unseen but now she was up and the lights were on it was a different matter so she tapped Claire on the shoulder
“What?” she said impatiently
Carole indicated her predicament with her eyes and Claire looked down and smiled and then she picked up their empty pizza box and put it in front of Carole’s damp crotch.
“Can we go now?” she said sarcastically
Carole nodded and then bashfully followed her out of the room and once in the hallway she dispensed with the pizza box and pursued Claire up the stairs who had shown her a clean pair of heels and by the time Carole reached Claire’s room she had already shed her skirt and was pulling her t-shirt off over her head and was wearing her unfastened bra like a holster
“Come here sticky knickers” she beckoned to Carole “let me make you more comfortable” and Carole closed the door.
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