Atie's Capers

I woke up with an absolutely pounding headache, and it took me a few moments to remember that just yesterday my life had been completely turned upside down. I grabbed my phone to check the time - nearly midday - and saw another five texts and nine missed calls from the guy who had been my boyfriend until the previous evening. Glad I had managed to switch my phone to silent when I went to bed despite the amount of Jack Daniels I had drunk, I ignored them and dragged myself out from under my warm and cosy duvet to use the toilet in the en-suite wet room. Afterwards I threw on a hoody and some leggings and headed to the communal kitchen to make a cup of tea.

As I waited for the kettle to boil I was staring out of the window just thinking about the past twenty-four hours. I had been so excited to visit my boyfriend, having not seen him for weeks. I thought everything was great, so much so that when I got there I was so fired up he gave me an orgasm with his fingers in just a couple of minutes, and I then sucked and swallowed a load out of him. All the while he had another girl hiding in his wardrobe. I could feel anger and humiliation rising up in me in equal measure when I heard the front door of the flat being opened.

I turned to see one of my flatmates, Anna, walking in through the door, looking remarkably sprightly considering how drunk she had been the night before. I called a greeting and turned back to the kettle.

"Hi, Katie." She called back. "I hope you don't mind but my friend Isabelle is going to stay here tonight; she's having some boy trouble."

"Oh, I hear that." I replied as the kettle clicked and I poured water into my mug. "I'm not having the best of it either."

"Oh shit." Anna replied. "Make us a couple of cups of tea and we'll be right in to talk about it."

I heard Anna and her friend unzipping coats, dropping bags and chatting as I grabbed a couple more mugs, threw a tea bag in each of them, and filled them up with water. I wasn't sure how much I really wanted to talk about it, but I had blurted it out now and Anna, the most outgoing and chatty of the girls in our flat, wouldn't be about to let me get away with sparing any detail.

I had just poured the milk into the tea when I heard Anna and Isabelle come into the kitchen behind me. I turned with a mug in each hand to pass to them, but as soon as I set eyes on Isabelle they both slipped from my grasp and went crashing to the floor. The mugs shattered into what seemed like thousands of pieces and the hot tea splashed over my feet. The confusion I was feeling made my head feel like it too had shattered into thousands of pieces. Standing before me, completely open mouthed and in a similar state of astonishment, was the girl who just yesterday evening had been hiding in my boyfriend's wardrobe.

I could feel the tea burning my feet, but I was frozen in place by the shock. I couldn't stop staring, and she just stared back. I don't know how long we stayed like that but Anna was suddenly beside me, trying to move me away from the hot tea and sharp fragments of china from the mugs. A sharp dig in my ribs snapped me out of my trance, and on breaking eye contact with Isabelle she too suddenly got over the shock. The room was immediately filled by the pair of us screaming at the top of our lungs. I have no idea what I said, nor what I heard, but I do know that we were both extremely loud, and within seconds had tears cascading down our cheeks. Anna, completely befuddled by this, shouted at us both to stop, at first only adding to the level of noise but, eventually, getting through to us. We stopped screaming, but had again locked eyes on each other, and were breathing extremely heavily. Surprisingly calmly Anna managed to talk us into the living area and into a soft chair each. Somehow this was enough to make me feel a little better.

Ignoring the chaos in the kitchen Anna asked what on earth had happened. I looked at Isabelle and she shrugged, so I told Anna the story from my perspective. The planned surprise, going to his door wearing only my boots and coat, the fact that I was so horny I came within a couple of minutes (something I wouldn't normally share), the blowjob and swallowing his load (again, not normally a topic on conversation for me), and the girl in the wardrobe: Isabelle.

Anna listened intently, and then turned to Isabelle. She added some detail that I wasn't aware of. He had told her that we had split up, and they were pretty much an item. When I arrived he told her I had gone a bit crazy and he'd get rid of me, but it would be best if I didn't know about her. From inside the wardrobe she couldn't see what was happening, and when he let her out he told her I had been crying, and that was what she had heard from her hiding place. She realised that was wrong when I came back into the room and appeared to be naked but for a coat.

Anna listened again and summed the whole thing up, "so Katie, you went to visit him, and found him cheating on you?" I nodded. "And Issy, you thought he and Katie had split up, but when she arrived you discovered he was cheating on you?" Isabelle nodded too. "Well... how are we going to make that bastard pay then?"

From the looks on our faces, and at each other, Anna realised she needed to add more. "Listen, both of you, neither of you are to blame. Katie, Issy thought he'd split up with you. Issy, Katie didn't even know you existed. He's the one in the wrong, and if he's hurt two of my friends I want him to hurt too." Isabelle and I looked at each other and nodded. "Excellent," said a clearly pleased with herself Anna, "let's make a plan."

Over the course of the next couple of hours the three of us chatted away about the crazy situation. Anna could never have guessed that two parts of her life would come crashing together in this way and as Isabelle and I got to know each other I found that I liked her a lot. This wasn't that surprising since we were both good friends with Anna, but still felt weird after the way we had met the day before. We even laughed about how ridiculous it must have looked as we each left his room; her with unbuttoned jeans and only a bra, running past people to get away, and me in even less, just my boots and coat, marching past a group of onlookers.

It was getting on well with Isabelle that made me really want to have some revenge. Between us we came up with a plan. I wasn't sure quite how comfortable I was with it at first, but as we talked it through I became convinced it was what I wanted. Isabelle and I both wanted to have a shower before we left, so I went back to my room and Isabelle went to Anna's, while Anna cleared up the mess in the kitchen.

As I threw off my hoody and peeled off my leggings and knickers I suddenly felt vulnerable, even in my own room. Determined not to let him make me feel like that I fought that feeling and concentrated on making him feel the embarrassment and humiliation he had made me feel. As I got in the shower I could feel some of the frustration melting away with the hot water, strengthening my resolve. Even though I had only done so the day before, I shaved my legs, and even tidied up my bush a little. I normally left it natural as it was so light and fine, but I wanted to look the part. When I had finished washing I turned the shower as cold as it would go. I always did this, as my older sister told me years ago it was good for pale skin like ours. The cold water really woke me up, and, as usual, I felt the pleasure of my nipples hardening and areolae tightening. After a few seconds I turned off the shower and stepped out of the wet room still wrapping my towel around me. I was shocked to see Anna rifling through my wardrobe. Instinctively pulling the towel tight around me I snapped, "bloody hell, Anna, don't you think I've had enough surprises?"

"Sorry, Katie, but I just want to make sure you wear the right thing." I almost said something, but I saw that she had already laid out a matching set of underwear on the bed, along with a skirt that was too short for winter and a fairly low-cut top. "That's what I'm thinking so far, but if I find anything more suitable I'll get it out. Come on, get dressed."

It was more effort than I normally went to on a night out, but I dressed as Anna directed. Black knickers and bra with white polka dots, a short black skirt, a navy blue low cut top, and black boots. I even wore a bit of make-up, which I hardly ever did. I felt underdressed, but once I had a long coat on, not the one from the day before, it was ok. Isabelle had borrowed a dress from Anna. A dark green, knee length number that hugged her figure and hardly held in her boobs. She too looked out of place, but a coat again made all the difference. She borrowed a pair of brown boots from me, as Anna's were too small, which further complemented her olive skin, dark hair and brown eyes.

Before I knew it we were on the train making the same journey I had made just a day before. We arrived outside his halls of residence and saw his light on, further mirroring my previous trip. Before going into the building Anna asked if we were both ready to do this. Isabelle nodded immediately, but I was more hesitant. I could see that Anna was worried about me.

"You know what?" She said, "I think you should just have a practice now, just the first step, so it's not new when you get in there."

Isabelle looked at me with those dark brown eyes and, as I looked straight back, she took a step towards me. I could feel my heart beginning to pound in my chest as she took another step and slowly and gently leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. I found it easy to relax into the kiss, and kissed her back, allowing our lips to find a shared rhythm and our tongues to flick gently against each other. It was the first time I had properly kissed another girl, and I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying it. She pulled away after a few seconds and I tried to stifle a huge grin. Anna caught me with a look.

"You didn't think I was ready for that, did you?" I asked her.

"Oh I did," she replied, "I just thought it might be hot. I was right!"

I was cross with Anna, but that only got me more fired up. I took Isabelle's hand and dragged her towards the main door of the building. Anna followed as I almost broke into a run to catch the door that someone had just come out of before it slammed shut. No pass required, security was really lax there. We made our way to his door and I took a deep breath and nodded that I was ready. Isabelle nodded too, and Anna must've almost given herself whiplash, so vigorous was her nodding. Anna and I stood slightly along the corridor, either side of the door while Isabelle knocked. He didn't take long to open the door, and immediately began babbling apologies to her. She stopped him talking with a swift finger to his lips, and pushed him back into the room. That gave me the space to follow her in and softly close the door behind me.

"What the fuck?" he asked, utterly bewildered by seeing us both in front of him.

"We somehow bumped into each other." Isabelle told him.

"And we talked it over." I added.

"We think," Isabelle almost whispered into his right ear, "that if you okay your cards right..."

"... we might be able to work something out." It was my turn to whisper in his left ear. Isabelle once again had her finger to his lips, and he understood, remaining silent, but gently nodding. Isabelle turned to look at me with a smile and leant straight in to kiss me. I had less time to prepare than I did for the 'practice' outside, but knowing he was watching made me hyper-aware that I needed to make it look the part. Isabelle made this easier. Her kiss was firm but warm, making me feel like she really wanted me to kiss her back. I pulled her tighter with a hand around her waist and the other behind her neck. I felt her arms tighten around my body as our lips melded together and our tongues delved deeper into each other's mouths. I was almost losing myself in the moment, feeling heat radiating through my body from my pussy as I felt her against me, when she slowly pulled away. She pushed him down so that he was sitting in the bed and asked him, "do you think you can handle this?" Another nod, as he looked from Isabelle to me, and back again.

Isabelle again turned to me and this time undid the belt on my coat. She didn't even try to take it off for me, but also unfastened her coat and slipped it off. I saw his whole body lean slightly towards her and then towards me as I too slipped off my coat. He had picked up the unspoken instruction that he needed to do only as he was told, and was almost sitting in his hands to avoid reaching out to touch us. Isabelle turned her back to my chest and drew my arms around her and my chin onto her shoulder. I could help myself nuzzling into her neck and felt her as she needed to correct her position to hold her balance after twitching at the unfamiliar sensation. She took my hands from her hips slowly up her body, over her stomach to rest on her boobs. I gave a gentle squeeze and held as much of them as I could in my hands. Her hands left mine and she moved them backwards over her own body and then over my waist to my back. As I continued nuzzling and licking her neck she drifted her hands lower to settle on my ass, giving a squeeze to match mine on her boobs.

She arched her back slightly so that she could turn her face to my lips and kiss me again. This kiss had much more energy and passion, like she was afraid it would stop. I felt my tongue entwining with hers like our arms were already but again it was she who pulled away and refocused our attention on him. He sat on the bed beaming like a child at Christmas, a bulge clearly growing in his trousers. I reached down and pulled off his socks while Isabelle lifted his t-shirt off over his head. She allowed his hands to settle in her hips and cast him a look that told him not to even think about moving them. She motioned for me to move beside her and positioned her arm to give me access to the zip down the side of the dress. As I slowly edged the zip down past her waist and to her hip she lifted his hands and laid them down on his knees. With the zip undone she slowly slid each strap on the dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I hadn't seen earlier what Isabelle was wearing under the dress and I couldn't help but stare at her as the dress fell revealing a scarlet bra and knickers with black lace. A stunning set of underwear on a stunning girl.

Not for the first time she turned to me, taking the lead. This time she worked quickly, pulling my top over my head, and unzipping my skirt and tugging that to the floor. I felt as though I was on show, despite still being more clothed than the last time I had been in that room. She didn't stop there, reaching around to unclasp my bra before leaving me to take it off as she placed a thumb in the waistband on each side of my knickers and managed to slide then down to my ankles in one swift movement. I was really looking at his face as she did this and I could see that he noticed I had trimmed. I was concentrating so much on his face that I hadn't noticed Isabelle leaning in front of me until she took my left nipple into her mouth with a gentle suck. I gave a sharp intake of breath and almost pushed her away, but let her continue. She gave just a few sucks and licks before moving over to the right nipple and repeating the actions. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second as she switched back from my right nipple to my left, planting a quick kiss on my lips on the way.

She moved my hands, which had been hanging limp by my side, and made it clear what my next job was. I deftly flicked open the clasp of her bra and it tumbled off her chest, releasing her boobs, which were olive-skinned like the rest of her body, with her nipples only slightly darker. She shuffled the bra off her shoulders and down her arms while repositioning us so that her ass was just inches from his face. She moved my hands again, clamping them over her boobs that were now hanging freely under her body. She licked each of my nipples again, just a tiny lick on each, and then issued a clear instruction. "Take off my pants." She had hardly finished uttering the words and he had grabbed her knickers and yanked them to the floor. Without a further instruction he seemed lost while she slowly stepped out of them. She wiggled her hips from side to side and I thought he was about to explode at the sight of her ass and pussy just in front of him. She licked, sucked and nibbled my nipples as I massaged her boobs and tweaked her nipples, feeling them harden between my fingers and thumbs. Eventually she issued another instruction, "lick it. Now!"

Like the first instruction he was there like a shot. He dived in to her pussy and buried his face. I don't know exactly what he was doing but she seemed to enjoy it as her nipples went rock solid and her nibbles on my nipples became more like bites. She started edging backwards, further and further until he was lying back on the bed and she was straddling his face. For the first time, between his licks, I could see her pussy. Her dripping pink lips stood out against her olive skin, and just above there was a very neatly trimmed landing strip. I was taken aback by how much that landing strip seemed to be guiding me in, and only managed to stop thinking about that when she pointed me over to the bag we had brought with us. I retrieved the handcuffs from the bag and placed them next to her on the bed.

He was still licking her like his life depended on it as I reached to unbuckle his belt. I unbuttoned his jeans and he lifted his hips allowing my to lower them and his boxers down his legs and onto the floor. As I pulled them over his bulge his cock sprang up, looking bigger and harder than I had ever seen it. Isabelle had made me so wet already that I climbed straight on top of him, knees either side of his waist, and didn't even have to guide his cock into my pussy as I lowered myself onto him. I felt his cock edging further and further into my pussy as I lowered my body onto it. I saw him quicken his licking at Isabelle's pussy as I got him deeper into me. Once he was all the way inside I slowly raised myself up so that just the very tip was parting my lips. I held there for a few seconds before suddenly driving my hips down, taking all of him inside me again as fast and hard as I could. The force of it stopped his licking but he continued as I slowly raised myself up again, before he stopped again as I slammed my hips down once more. The next time I leaned forward as I was raising myself up off him and licked Isabelle's nipples. The time after that I sucked on them both. The following time I nibbled on them gently. She held them up to meet my lips, tongue and teeth as I leaned forward, and the next time she leant down and kissed me again before holding my head close to her, filling my mouth with a boob.

She reached a hand forward and I felt her stroke from my soft stomach down over my bush and to my pussy, where she ran a finger down both of my lips with his cock nestled between. She slid a finger inside me next to his cock, ever so briefly, and I felt a pleasure I had never felt before as she seemed to be trying to pull me towards her. She slipped the finger out and moved straight to my clit, flicking and rubbing, forwards and backwards, side to side. I ground my body down onto her finger and his cock. I knew he was still licking her but I couldn't tell how close she was. I knew I was getting closer by the second but when she put more pressure on the bottom of my clit just as I arched my back and ground my hips against his the intensity was suddenly too much. I had never had an orgasm that hit me so quickly before. My arms gave way and my body collapsed onto his, my head resting on her thigh. I could smell her, and wanted to taste it too, but the rest of my body had other ideas. I convulsed up and down, and this drove his cock in and out of my pussy, prolonging the orgasm and making my whole body shudder. When I finally regained control I looked up at Isabelle, who was smiling down at me and holding out the handcuffs. I took them, rolled over and up onto my feet.