The next morning Kate woke gradually, with a heavy head and aching limbs. She stretched as she reluctantly greeted consciousness. She opened her eyes to the brilliant light of a new day coming in through her window. She shivered right through and goosebumps spread over her body as she suddenly noticed the chill of the room. She then quickly worked out why she was so cold. She had slept the whole night completely naked with no cover over her. For a fraction of a second the situation perplexed her until memories of the night before began to filter back into her fuzzy head. A smile spread over her features as she had remembered how her dream had come true almost perfectly the night before. She had been well and truly fucked by a guy she'd met that evening at the students' union.
After having recollected that much she also noticed that she was totally alone. She sat up wearily on the bed and tried to bring things back into focus. As she looked around her room she noticed that there was no trace of Dan having been there at all. He must have slipped away some time earlier. Maybe he had woken her to tell her he was going, maybe not, she couldn't remember anything of it. She shrugged dismissively. She guessed this was the way a one night stand was bound to end really. Being a stranger to such things she hadn't known before, the casual sex scenes in her fantasies had obviously never run that far; the fun being over and her partner just disappearing. She wasn't sure why she felt at such a loss about it. Dan had come back for a fuck. That was it, just to get inside her and fuck her. She could hardly begin to play the victim, that's all she'd invited him back for as well. "And it was well worth it," she thought to herself and grinned. She felt satisfied in the knowledge that if he had've stayed then this morning would have obviously been much more awkward for both of them.
"No," she said resolutely as she stood up. "That's just the way it is." A glance at her bedside clock with sleepy eyes showed her it was already 11:30 am. She had no real deadlines today apart from having to go over to the university building to enrol. She walked giddily to her radiator and yanked the knob round to turn it on. Her head still pounded loudly in her ears and she leaned against her bedroom wall to steady herself. She hoped that a refreshing shower would be able to clear some of the cobwebs.
The university was only a short walk from Kate's accommodation so after leisurely showering and getting dressed she strolled over there at around 1 pm. As soon as she got through the door she began to regret not having gotten up earlier. Everyone had presumably also been enjoying their university freedom the night before and had only just managed to drag themselves out of bed at this time of day. The crowds were massive and Kate knew that she was going to be there a while. She'd been told that all she needed to bring along for this was a couple of small photographs of herself for her student card and luckily she'd had the foresight to get some before she'd arrived at university. She approached a group of young people who seemed to her to be loitering in a roughly orderly fashion.
"Excuse me," she said to a thin wiry brown haired man who was spending his time fiddling with his jacket zip as he waited. "Is this the queue to enrol?" The young man turned to face her with a long angular face and high cheekbones.
"Yes. It is," he said in a posh voice.
"Thanks," she said sweetly and promptly joined what seemed to be the end of the queuing crowd.
The man went back to staring ahead and fiddling with his zip. Kate put him down as a history student, probably always had his head stuck in some book or other. The queue moved at a snail's pace and as Kate gradually shuffled forward every few minutes the monotony began to get to her. Her mind began to wander back to the previous night' back to the better half of university life. She still couldn't believe how easy it had all been. It seemed that as a young girl at university all you had to do was dance a little, flirt a little, and find someone with a like mind who wanted an easy screw. Well she certainly knew where to go when her pussy needed that type of satisfaction again. A warm glow flowed through her as she remembered how Dan had looked at her: how she'd managed to attract him wither manner and her body. How great it felt to not have someone just compliment her on her appearance as a pleasantry but do it because they wanted to see it stripped bare! She'd have to...
"Er, excuse me!" Her reverie was interrupted by the posh voice of the wiry man. She realised the queue had shifted on, but she had not. She giggled nervously and thanked him as she rushed forward to close the gap that had formed between them.
"Mind on other things?" he asked inquisitively.
"Kind of," she said embarrassed. "Its just I'm not feeling quite myself today." She hoped that would be the end of the conversation with him but he had other ideas.
"Go out last night did you?" She gave him a rough précis of the night, naturally altering the end part. She omitted to tell him that her night was finished off by having the most exhilarating fuck of her life. He had also been out the night before and his account pretty much mirrored hers. She doubted however that he had had to make any alterations to his story. He wasn't ugly by any means, he just had that swat look about him.
"I'm Greg by the way," he said offering her a skinny hand to shake. She told him her own name and shook it pleasantly.
After another few minutes of small talk and another few people freeing up space further up the queue, they'd worked out that they only lived a block apart from each other.
"Our flat was considering having a bit of a drink tonight actually if you're interested," he offered. "Nothing special, just buying some booze in and supping it at our place." She was taken aback at the suggestion but tried not to show it.
"//Thanks," she said smiling sweetly. "I might just do that." She'd resigned herself to not go out that night after last night and had decided to wait until the end of the week. Greg's kind invitation hadn't really swayed her ideas on that at all.
She enrolled relatively quickly and without too much fuss. It probably just seemed quick to her having spent at least an hour in the queue waiting to do so. After she'd signed her name countless times and been issued with her student card she pushed through the bustling students to escape the building and walk home. On her way back she began to think about the night ahead. It would just be a night off for her, a bit of TV, her own first cooked meal in her new flat and an early night with maybe a hint of a book to read before sleep. That was pretty much how every night of her life was before she'd reached university. She forced a smile at the thought of it. She'd enjoy it, it'd be ok, but it wouldn't be anything like last night. She began to consider her options. Her shower and her stroll in the fresh autumn air had cleared her head and she thought she could probably force a drink down later, this was Freshers' week after all. It wouldn't do to be stuck inside. Gradually the man's invitation began to seem more attractive to her. It might be a laugh going over to see his flatmates.
"You never know, you might get lucky again," she thought to herself dreamily as she walked. "You might even take Greg's virginity." She giggled but admonished herself inside for being both so harsh and so bold. She'd already confessed to herself during their chat that she was attracted to him in a strange sort of way. But it wasn't his physical attributes that turned her on really. The idea of sleeping with him gave her the buzz. The idea of being able to get another man into bed, to be able to make two men want to put their cocks inside her in as many days. He'd already invited her over for a drink with him and his flatmates after only talking to her for a few minutes. Maybe there really was a chance he wanted to get inside her knickers.
"There's only one way to find out,," she thought.
By the time she got home there was just time to fix herself a meal and watch minimal TV before she had to begin to get ready for the evening. As it was only casual she decided she wouldn't go crazy on getting dressed up, especially as they were not even going out anywhere. She chose her kneehigh black boots, a plad skirt generously longer than the one from the previous night, matching black lace panties and bra and a short-sleeved pink top which didn't reveal too much cleavage. She added some finishing touches of make up in the mirror and was suitably pleased with the result. Her conservative clothing mixed with her fuck-me footwear gave just the right mixture of looking for sex but not especially being on the prowl for it. He hadn't specified a suitable time to arrive when they'd chatted but she figured that nine would be a safe bet. Before she strode out of her room she picked up one of the bottles of wine she'd brought from home to supposedly use as an icebreaker between her and her flatmates. As far as she could tell most of her flat was still empty and the couple of guys who were there spoke very poor English. With bottle in hand and her thin summer jacket draped over her shoulders she walked confidently down the steps and out into the breezy night towards the neighbouring block
She buzzed the flat and quoted Greg's name. She was let in and quickly found her way up to the right flat. Each block in the set of accommodation pretty much mirrored each other and so she knew exactly where to go.
The warmth of the convivial kitchen was welcoming to her, just as much as the people inside. She recognised Greg standing by the sink appearing to be acting as barman, serving everyone their desired drinks. Another four people were gathered around the large circular kitchen table in various positions, most of them clutching a rather pungent looking alcoholic cocktail.
"Ah Kate!" exclaimed Greg as he saw her enter. "So glad you could make it." He put a spirit bottle down on the side and walked to her to give her a quick hug. Kate felt a little strange at him being so forward with her, after all they'd only met a few short hours ago. There again it would help her plan if he acted warmly towards her straight away and would mean less work on her part.
He introduced the people gathered round the table and was delighted to see her alcoholic contribution. She took one of the remaining seats dotted around the room and tried to fall neatly into the conversation. She was never the most sociable of girls and tended to find meeting a whole group of people at the same time quite daunting.
"I'll pour you some of your wine if that's ok Kate," Greg offered quickly. Kate offered to do it herself but he was insistent. When her glass arrived at the table it was obvious why he was resolute to do the dishing out himself. A half pint glass rested in front of her filled with her white wine.
