If you've read my story, "Little Sister", you'll know the reason why Vicki, my housemate, moved out. For a month, I managed the rent on my own but, then, I got a phone call from Flora, her little sister.
"Ally, I need to leave home!" she complained. "Mum and dad are driving me crazy. And now that Vicki's back at home with us, she's a tyrant!"
Flora was making good money with her part-time modelling and I certainly liked the fact that, unlike her sister, she'd proved to be very open sexually. I knew she was moody and unpredictable, but we struck a deal. The very next day, she moved in with very little furniture - but a ton of clothes and dozens of pairs of shoes.
"I know what you're thinking!" Flora giggled, as we lugged bags up the stairs.
"I'm thinking of all the clothes and shoes I can borrow from you!" I laughed.
We spent the whole first evening sorting out Flora's wardrobe and I felt like I was a six year old playing dress-ups again.
"Put this on!" I'd say to Flora when I found a particularly sexy piece of clothing.
Before long, we were both practically naked, sneaking glances at each other's bodies as we tried on scraps of fabric which were, supposedly, skirts, tops and dresses.
"Do you ever wear anything that covers you up properly?" I laughed.
Judging by the contents of the plastic bags, it seemed that Flora only wore miniskirts, skimpy tops and micro-minidresses. To be sure, she did have a few pairs of jeans, but she'd cut the waistbands off to make them sit low on her hips.
"All the boring stuff, I've left at home", she replied. "Vicki can have it. I've moved out of home to have fun!"
"Now you're talking, girl!" I laughed.
We are studying at the same university: Flora was a first year Arts student, I was final year Psychology. In keeping with our student lives, we kept pretty irregular hours and, once or twice in the first week, I saw Flora stagger home in the small hours, dressed in a small twisted dress. However, I always made sure I was up in time to breakfast with her, if only to see what sexy outfit she'd tease the boys at uni with each day.
"Bra?" Flora asked me one morning at the breakfast table. Flora's breasts were outlined behind a thin purple top, her areolae clearly visible. She toyed with the hair-breadth straps until a daring amount of flesh was stretching the neckline.
"Forget the bra", I laughed. "You might get some good grades dressed like that!"
Another morning Flora came to the breakfast table in a pair of striped cotton micro-shorts. "Can you tell I'm not wearing panties?" she asked, bending forward.
"When you do that, yeah!" I replied. The stretched cotton became almost sheer, making her bare pussy lips visibly press against the fabric. When she stood up, too, the tight fabric clung to her folds, revealing more than it hid.
"Thanks!" she'd say, and prance off to her classes, no doubt to taunt dozens of her fellow male students.
+ + +
Having such a flirtatious little vixen around the house made me unusually horny too and I'd wear clothes to classes, too, that were more than usually revealing. I went to class one day in a long crocheted skirt with bare legs and a g-string underneath; another day, I took my bra off from under my lace-up peasant-girl top and took pleasure in letting people see my breasts freely jiggle around.
"You look so sexy Ally!" Flora squealed one morning when she burst into my room while I was getting ready.
I had on a brown suede skirt which laces up and I'd undone the top couple of loops so it sat very low. Because quite a lot of curvy hip was showing, I didn't want panties to show, so I hadn't put any on. The looseness of the skirt meant there was room to slide my hand in underneath and feel my bare pussy. This is what I was doing, in front of the mirror, when Flora came in.
"Keep your hand there, I don't mind!" she giggled, when she noticed I'd reddened slightly.
"I was just wondering if I can wear this skirt without panties", I said, turning to look at my reflection in the mirror and wiggling my hips. My skirt sat so low I could almost see the top of my ass but I thought it looked nice so I left it as it was.
"Sure you can!" Flora giggled, wiggling her own butt, "If I can wear this with barely a scrap of underwear, you can too!"
Flora was wearing a short white skirt which stopped mid-thigh and contrasted blindingly with her long tanned legs. For a change she wasn't wearing high heels, just a low pair of white mules.
"You're joking!" I laughed, feeling immediately horny imagining Flora walking around the campus in a skirt that would waft aside in the slightest breeze.
"Let's meet for lunch today, Ally", Flora suggested with a wink. "You can wear that sexy thing and I'll go as I am. I'll show what's under it then, OK?"
"But I'm having lunch with my friend Carl today", I said.
"Fine!" Flora giggled. "Bring him along. The more the merrier".
+ + +
At uni, I clip-clopped along in my wooden-heeled mules. They're high, about 4 inches, and not all that comfortable, but the height makes me feel sexy. Today, too, the way my hips wiggled and my bare skin rubbed against the suede of my unlaced skirt made me especially horny.
"You're looking particularly hot today!" Carl said when he greeted me on the lawns.
"Thanks Carl" I smiled, giving him a chaste kiss. His hands met the bare flesh of my hips and, after our lips parted, one of his hands stayed on the smooth skin above the waist of my skirt.
"Let's go and eat", I replied, enjoying his warm hand on my flesh and wriggling my hips to let my skirt slide lower. "My new housemate's having lunch with us today, if that's OK. She's Vicki's sister, Flora".
Carl had the hots for me when we'd first met and, once or twice, I'd let him have a little taste but I enjoyed his company as a friend more than in bed. I continued to enjoy having him eye me off, though - and, of course, he was always trying to meet my girlfriends.
"OK", he answered, as we walked together and I felt Carl's hand slide from my waist down my hip and push my skirt down dangerously low. I enjoyed the sensation so much I didn't even mind the stares we got from students inside the classrooms along the way.
"Look at that girl's legs!" Carl whispered in my ear as we approached the outdoor café areas.
"That's Flora!" I squealed, as I separated myself from Carl and ran to greet her. As we hugged, she also couldn't help sliding a hand in under my loose skirt. The skin to skin contact felt electric and I could feel my pussy tingle.
She grinned as I introduced Carl. He found us a table out in the sunshine and held it for us while Flora and I went to order meals for us all.
"So, who's he, Ally?" Flora asked breathlessly, once we were queuing. "He's cute!"
"He's a guy I fucked once or twice", I said casually. "Just friends now, though", I added, in case Flora had ideas.
I noticed Flora idly play with the knot that held her wrap-around top together. On the way back to the table, she must have loosened it slightly because when we sat down, even more tanned cleavage was jiggling precariously. Carl was hypnotized.
"You've got a great tan", he commented to Flora, looking at the little silver cross that sparkled in the deep cleft between her breasts.
"It's a good tanning weather today, too, isn't it?" Flora giggled, toying with her glinting jewellery.
Carl, sitting opposite Flora and I, watched for almost an hour as Flora fingered her ornament and fiddled with the knot in her top. We chattered away and, by the time we had finished our lunch, it was clear that Flora could go no further without just flopping her breasts out altogether.
"I'm still hungry!" Flora moaned. "Can I eat that bit of cake?"
Without waiting for Carl's reply, she knelt on the bench and leaned a long way forward to take the morsel from Carl's plate. Her tits just about popped out in Carl's face, while I got a close-up of Flora's miniscule g-string.
"Mmmm, yum!" she said, sitting back, licking her finger and flicking her hair back, as her breasts settled back into place, not quite hidden properly behind her top. Flora looked down, but made no effort to straighten herself up.
"What time's your next class, Carl?" she added, with a giggle. "Ally and I are gonna sun ourselves on the grass over there. My next class isn't for a couple of hours". I looked across at Flora, as Carl replied.
"In an hour", he smiled. "But I've read the text", he added, with a broad grin. "C'mon girls, let's get some sun".
"Nice butt", Flora whispered, as Carl got up and took our rubbish over to the bins. His muscular rear and legs showed nicely in the shorts he was wearing.
+ + +
The extensive lawns at uni are populated with shady trees and garden beds - and, of course, with students studying, chatting and flirting. Carl led us to a spot in bright sunshine by some trees, near several little pathways which run between the nineteenth century sandstone buildings.
"Nice springy grass!" Flora giggled, as she threw herself down. We all sat down and Carl pulled his t-shirt off.
"Nice chest, Carl!" I laughed. I know Carl's proud of his upper body - he does gym and rock-climbing - but he's probably a bit too vain for my liking, so I couldn't help teasing him.
"Yours isn't bad either, Ally!" he joked, although a moment later he glanced across at Flora who was busily adjusting her top yet again.
"What're the rules here about sunbathing?" Flora asked me, holding the undone knot of her top. "Can I go topless?"
"Nope", I giggled, "I tried that in my first year and got fined. The rules are no swimsuits, no bare breasts".
"Hmmm", Flora mused. "What about this, though?"
