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.
