Claire Jarvis 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 the only child of well to do parents,
who divorced when she was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt
and was given everything her heart desired, except the one thing she craved
most in all the world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own
world.
Although Claire was the oldest of the four girls
in her dorm she actually looked the youngest by some distance.
Despite the fact that she had breasts of a
mature woman she had a baby face but she was destined to bloom into a very
beautiful woman.
She was in halls for the first year and she
shared with three other girls Amy Coates, a tall big
busted redhead, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully
formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl who
like herself was a 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.
But being in the close company of the three
girls brought her out of herself and 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 Claire found
herself drawn most to Carole Bean.
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 and when it came time to go home to the Vale they normally travelled
together, however when the Easter holidays came around during their first year
Carole went home for a week but Claire decided to stay in Roehampton.
When Claire woke up the day after the bank
holiday she was feeling exceedingly horny, due in no small measure to a
disturbed night full of very dirty erotic dreams.
So she started the day by satisfying
herself with her finger and then she got out of bed and had a shower and washed
and dried her beautiful brunette hair.
She then had a very productive morning with
a creative writing piece which was basically just committing the contents of
her dreams to paper which meant that by lunchtime she was horny again.
As she was alone in the flat she hadnt bothered with
a bra, she was only wearing a sweater, jeans and pants, but as her arousal
mounted her nipples were standing proud through her sweater.
It was a warm day and the flat was very stuffy so she
had her window open and she opened the kitchen window and left the doors open
inbetween which created a through draft, which may have contributed to her
aroused nipples but it wasnt a draft that was causing what was going on in her
knickers.
So she began caressing her swollen nipple through the
fabric of her top and undid the button on her Jeans.
Carole Bean decide to return to University sooner
than intended as she had work to finish and there were too many distractions at
home, She let herself into the flat and was about to call out when she hear the
sound of sensual moaning.
She didn’t know who it was that was moaning or who
was making them moan but it was making her hot so she put her bag down and
carried on listening and with each soft sensual moan the burning heat inside
kept on growing and decided to investigate.
She turned the corner and walked gingerly towards the
source of the sweet sexual eminations and she could see the door to Claires
room was partially open.
As Carole got closer to the open door the sounds were
clearer and more distinct and she hear panting breaths and she got hotter and
hotter.
She crept as close as possible to the door until she
could see who was moaning sweetly and who was making them and the answer to
both was Claire.
Carole was on fire as she looked through the
partially open door where Claire was laying on her bed, her jeans and knickers
had been pushed down her thighs and her hand was resting on her brown fur as
her busy fingers pleasured her.
While her other hand cupped her breast and carressed
herself through her sweater
Carole knew she should have walked away and respected
her privacy, she would have hated to have been observed if their roles were
reversed, so her head was screaming at her to leave but the volcano inside her over
ruled her head and she started rubbing herself through her dress as she watched
her young flatmate fingering her wet pussy.
It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen and she
was so hot, her hot juice had soaked her dress as she rubbed at her heat and
then she gasped as she came in her pants.
Claire was startled by the sound of Carole’s orgasm
and turned to see who it was, but when she saw it was Carole she just smiled.
She should have stopped instantly and covered her
modesty but not only did she not stop her fingering but she carried on even more
fervently because it was Carole who she had been dreaming about all night, it
was thoughts of her that got her so horny and it was Carole she was thinking
about while she lay on her bed and fingered her pussy.
“I’m sorry” Carole said and turned away but Claire
could see the great wet patch on the front of her dress and said
“Don’t go”
and she reached out her hand and added
“Please”
Carole again had an internal battle between her head
and her horniness and the latter won again as she found herself taking Claires
hand.
Still holding her hand she knealt on the floor beside
the bed and her eyes consumed every inch of Claires body like a child in a
sweet shop not knowing which bon bon to eat first.
Claire watched her intently and was turned on aknew
as she watched the hunger in her gaze and fingered herself furiously.
When their eyes finally met they both giggled and
Carole kissed her horny friend and carressed her breast and as Claires hand
slowly ascended Caroles thigh beneath her dress, Carole soaked her own fingers
in Claires sensual sauce.
Allthough neither of them could 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.
But after they graduated University they both ended
up marry men and had to content themselves with being friends instead of lovers,
most of the time.
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