They had been friends
since Montessori and were in the same halls together at Abbottsford University
and were going share a flat together during their second and third years.
But apart from the
fact that they came from wealthy families and were well educated, to the casual
observer they didn’t appear to have anything else in common.
Clarissa was
beautiful, with thick curly ginger hair, elegant, slim and petit, bubbly and
outgoing, and dressed to turn heads, whereas Mira was not beautiful, though she
was not unattractive to look at, she was also not bubbly or outgoing and always wore black, she even had her brunette
hair dyed black.
she was taller than
Clarissa, and slender with nice long legs, though few people saw them as she
normally wore long skirts, or loose fitting trousers, but where her friend was
busty, Mira was less well endowed, though she was not flat chested.
Clarissa was an
extrovert, precocious, a real Lolita, confident, self-assured, pretty and she
knew it, though not in a cocky way.
Mira was a shy,
socially awkward bookish girl who appeared to lack self-confidence
Being with Clarissa
made her feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, and
she had lived her life on her friends coat tails and it was thought that
without Clarissa she would flounder, but they were wrong.
Although they were
both bright intelligent girls there was more to life for Clarissa but Mira was
not a party girl and she was best described as bookish as she had
the habit of peering over her specs.
One other way in which
they differed was sex, Clarissa had been obsessed with sex since the moment she
hit puberty, not that she was sexually active, other than the usual
masturbation, but she obsessed over losing her virginity, not the when, but the
who.
She set her cap at
Alex Monroe when she was a very young girl and not long after her 18th
birthday, she got him.
However Mira had gone
through puberty with absolutely no interest in sex, she was much more in tune
with the romantic characters in the literature she read.
That was at least
until Clarissa started telling her in graphic detail about Alex and what he did
to her and what he had her do to him and all of a sudden all the repressed
feelings came to the fore, and she couldn’t stop abusing herself, and she had
amassed a sordid selection of sex toys to deal with her urges and although she
hadn’t had a man inside her she’d had a lot of substitutes over the three
months since she started wetting her knickers.
But even though she
had awakened sexually she still didn’t envisage progressing onto the real
thing, not with the people within her social circle at any rate as they didn’t
measure up against the romantic heroes in her books.
However that all
changed on the day she met Colin Monroe.
Mira had arranged to pick Clarissa up from her house and drive over to
Purplemere where they were meeting a group of old school friends for lunch at
La Florenza.
However, as was her habit, she was twenty minutes early, so when she
knocked on the front door of the St Claire house, it was her Mum who opened it.
“Hello Mira”
“Hi Mrs St Claire, is Clarissa in?”
“She’s at the Monroe’s” she replied disapprovingly, not having come to
terms with the fact her daughter was seeing a man ten years older than her
“Oh ok, I’ll go and jolly her along” Mira said “Bye”
As she was walking next-door, a thought suddenly popped into her head,
namely had Clarissa popped next door for a quickie and more importantly would
she catch them in the act, and the possibility that she might, aroused her.
Which was when she recalled some of her friend’s sexual antics as
described by Clarissa in detail and she found herself trying to decide which
position it might be and that aroused her even more.
However, when she rang the doorbell the door was opened by a fully
clothed Alex Monroe.
“Hi Mira, come in, she’s in the kitchen”
“Thanks Alex” she said and stepped inside, and then she heard voices
coming from the kitchen as she crossed the hall and she wondered who the male
voice was, as Alex was still two steps behind her.
When she stepped into the kitchen, she found Clarissa sat on a stool
talking to a younger version of Alex, slightly heavier set with darker hair and
much more conservatively dressed, in a black three piece suit, black bow tie
and glasses.
“Hi” Clarissa said and got up and hugged her and then added.
“Mira, this is Colin Monroe”
“Nice to meet you” he said and offered his hand for her to shake, and
when she took it, the handshake lasted much longer that it needed to, and
Clarissa and Alex looked on and smiled.
It was half an hour later when the girls left to drive to Purplemere
and Mira wasn’t sure whether the way she was feeling was due to the fact that
she was highly aroused when she walked into Alex’s kitchen, but regardless she
was smitten and furthermore she had a target for her lust.
Colin Monroe was the brains of the family as at 26 years old he was
the youngest Professor on campus in Adelaide, where he was curator of the
University Library, and periodically taught classical literature, and he had
been in Australia for two years.
He had returned to the village of his birth, firstly to see his brothers and secondly to use the
house as a base while he carried out the task the University
had sent him there to do, namely to examine some 18th Century
manuscripts that the University wanted for their library, and more importantly
he needed to verify their authenticity before they parted with their cash.
Colins parents had
retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was
left jointly to him and his older brothers, but with him living and working in
Australia and eldest brother Greg, owning and running a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, book
illustrator Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
All in all he was only going to be in the UK for a month or so and he
planned to make full use of his time in Downshire, the reunion with his
brothers, catching up with friends and of course the University business, what
he had not returned to Dulcet on Willow for, was to meet someone he was
attracted to when he was only going to be in the country for a few weeks, but
it happened anyway.
However he decided to dismiss it from his mind and concentrate on the
reason he was there in the first place, and all was going well until two days
later when he and Alex were in Abbottsford in the Labuschagne Coffee House,
when the girls suddenly walked in, a meeting clearly engineered by his brother
and his girlfriend.
The girls didn’t stay long as they had lectures to get to, but it was
long enough for them to make a deeper impression on each other.
Colin truly liked her
and he didn’t want to lead her on, as he would be back in Adelaide by
Christmas, and furthermore she was only 18.
Mira had no such
concerns, she had already taken into account that she might not see him again
after December, but she was prepared to take that risk, so she decided that she
would act on her feelings the next day, which was Halloween.
Mira didn’t live in Dulcet on Willow, although she was born there, her
parents moved the family to Dulcet Meadow when she was 11, so she had to drive
to Willow.
She knew from talking to Clarissa that she and Alex would be away from
the house all evening as they were going to a fancy-dress Halloween party.
Mira smiled to herself as she was wearing “Fancy
Dress” of her own.
It was 9 o’clock by the time she drove onto the Monroe’s drive and
approached the front door.
Colin was enjoying a quiet night alone, there seemed to be a lot more
coming and goings in the Monroe house than he remembered, so the prospect of
spending the evening alone was very appealing, so he kicked off his shoes,
slipped off his jacket and unbuttoned his waistcoat and poured himself a drink.
After sitting alone quietly reading a book for about half an hour he
was disturbed by the sound of the doorbell, his first thought was that it was
trick or treaters, so he ignored it and poured himself another drink, then
there was another more persistent ring, and he ignored it again, then came
another even more persistent ring, so he got up and walked out to the hall and
reluctantly opened the door.
He was just about to give the trespassers a piece of his mind when he
realized it was Mira.
“Oh hello” he said “Come in”
Mira had never felt sexier as she did in that moment as she stood on
the door step, or hornier for that matter, and she was determined that she would
very soon use her sexiness in order to have Colin satisfy her urges.
As she walked past him into the hall he realized there was something
different about her and as he looked her up and down he realized what it was,
She was wearing heels instead of flats, and a short skirt revealing her lovely
long legs.
“It’s a bit late for trick or treating” he said
“And which would you choose “Trick or treat”?” she asked as she
slipped off her coat
“Definitely a Treat” he replied
Mira took his reply as the green light and she pushed him back against
the wall and kissed him and in response to his returning her kiss she laced her
skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.
“Is everything black?” He asked after pausing the kiss
“Of course” she replied, and she wasn’t lying, even her pubes were
dyed black
The kiss resumed and the combination of the all black attire, and the
fact that he knew from Clarissa that it was her first kiss, was making his cock
throb like a Formula 1 engine.
His hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on her the
surprising delight of pert little buttocks and after a few minutes she was
relieved when he grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the
other one under it.
When he had both hands up her skirt and settled on her silk clad
buttocks, he determined she was wearing a teddy and a suspender belt.
She was pressed tight against him and her tongue continued to
energetically explore his mouth as he pirouetted her so her back was now
against the wall then he slipped his thumbs inside her knicker legs and with
his fingers tracing the shape of her buttocks they followed the lace trim
slowly towards the gusset were he unpopped the poppers one by one, and when the
fourth had yielded his hands fondled the exquisite globes of liberated flesh of
her well defined cheeks, even more delightful when naked.
Mira disengaged her mouth from his and burrowed her face in his neck
instead and as she nuzzled his neck his hands traversed her landscape until one
hand paused on her soft belly, poised to descend and as if to hasten its
arrival Mira began nibbling at his collar bone, his neck, his earlobe, and then
her tongue was in his ear, and she trembled as his fingers crossed the threshold
and drifted through her lush bush, and he slipped a finger into her crack.
She stopped tonguing his ear the second his fingertip touched her
crease and rested her forehead on his as she moaned at him.
Lacking any finesse on his part, and any self-control on hers, he
quickly fingered her creamy cunny until she came loudly in his face.
Mira’s panting mouth kissed his lips and her hand unsubtly settled on
the waist of his trousers, and she immediately began undoing his belt, but
Colin took hold of her hand and said
“As it’s your first time lets go upstairs”
“My first time?”
“Sorry I thought you were a virgin” he clarified
“Who told you that?”
“Clarissa mentioned it” he confessed
“Well I am” she admitted, “but treat me as if I wasn’t”
Mira then walked to the middle of the room and sank to her knees on
the Persian rug.
And as she did he undid his trousers and knelt behind her so he could
do her on all fours on floor, as she clearly wanted.
“I’ll be gentle baby” he said and she looked at him over her shoulder
and replied
“There’s no need”
So he lifted her skirt off her buttocks and he entered her
superlatively tight pussy and her response was instant and loudly appreciative.
“We should do this upstairs,” he said
“Shut up and do me,” Mira begged, so he obliged
Her skirt kept falling down over her buttocks as he banged her so he
grabbed a handful of skirt and slipped his fingers inside her waistband , while
the other hand caressed her rump and to the casual observer it would have
looked like he was a bronco rider as Mira’s head was rolling wildly from side
to side, swishing her hair as she bucked and howled as he banged into her again
and again, until through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and he
exploded inside her.
Afterwards Mira stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting
and sighing as he pulled out.
“Wow that was even better than I’d hoped” she said and chuckled
“Was this what you planned then?” he asked her
“Yes” she replied and after a few minutes the panting Miss Cooke got
unsteadily to her feet and redressed herself.
“Shit” She said looking down at
herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her stockings.
“What?” he asked
“I’ve ruined my stocking, that
wasn’t part of the plan” she said and laughed
“I wouldn’t worry, you won’t need stockings where we’re going” he said
and took hold of her hand and led her upstairs.
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