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.
Nonetheless they met after his swim by
chance and had sex in the cubicle and after that they became regulars.
For Alison’s 20th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean
Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways to get
clean and equally as many places to get dirty and for three days they were
never dry especially not Alison.
But that momentous weekend became a turning point in their relationship
firstly because it was during that weekend that their regular series of casual
sexual encounters had turned into a relationship and pure lust turned to true
love.
The second event that occurred was more basic though nonetheless
momentous in its own way.
It was after lunch on their first full day at the spa, and Alison had
demanded a servicing from Eric and took every ounce of satisfaction from him
and after an hour of cuddling in the afterglow he took himself off to the
shower to wash her not inconsiderable lust from his body when a few minutes
later Alison joined him and with a wicked grin on her face she slid down his
wet body and took him in her mouth sans condoms and gave him the best head he
ever had.
When her performance on him had him erected to his peak she stood up
wearing the same wicked grin and leant back against the tiles, and eased her
skinny frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her pale skin to her
tiny breasts and dripped off her hard proud nipples.
Alison then let the small delicate fingers of one hand comb their way
through her wet pubes before descending between her lips as Eric watched
intently and began stroking himself in rhythm with her fingering, until she
suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far the confines of the shower would
allow, which Eric took as his signal.
He kissed the wicked grin off her face first and then as she laced her
skinny arms around his neck he grabbed her buttocks and with his muscular arms
lifted her easily off the floor and slipped even easier into her and his
presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan and her gorgeous legs
wrapped around him as he thrust into her and her buttocks slapped against the
tiles.
The first of many smacks her cheeks made as he took her on to a juddering
climax.
Afterwards he held her pinned in the corner of the cubicle panting
hard and his knee’s trembling.
“I didn’t think you could give head without a condom” he said and
kissed her
“It seems I can in here” she replied “Was it ok?”
His cock was still deep inside her so he twitched it and replied
“What do you think?”
Eventually he released her and she slithered down the wet tiles and
Eric backed into the other corner and did the same and they just sat there with
the shower spraying down on them for about twenty minutes.
“We’re getting good at this” she said reflectively
“Yes but I think we should still keep practising whenever possible” he
said
“Absolutely” she agreed
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