Authored by Frankie and Friends and compiled by Frankie
Authors note. I wrote this story some years ago, and self-published it on a major e-tailer, before I realised how easy it was to find erotic stories on line, namely Literotica. I did sell a few dozen copies, and for those of you who bought it, a thank you. The main problem was getting 'Star Ratings' without buying them. I guess purchasers were reluctant to admit they were buying. Anyway, here it is for free. It is obviously a work of fiction, but does draw on my experiences as a student, in those days before mobile phones. All characters involved with any sexual activities are over the age of eighteen. WW
Chapter One Frankie
I guess writing this story takes me back to my childhood, you know, where in the first week of the new school year the teacher would ask you to write a story about your summer holidays. Well, as the only English student amongst us, although I am afraid that my grammar is not a strong point, I was elected to compile this book, partly for our enjoyment, partly for yours, the reader, and partly to make some money to pay off our student debts. The format is that each of us has written at least one chapter of a favourite, or momentous evening and I have proof-read and compiled it in some form of order. So blame me if it goes horribly wrong. Jane Austen, I ain't.
Perhaps I should first explain that although every late teenage holiday-maker claims to be going to be sunny Spain to get shagged senseless every night, this is not always true. Sure, some of us may want that, others want romance, new experiences, culture, a skinful of booze, an illicit relationship with a 'foreigner', or at least a stranger, a break from the tedium of student life (yes really) and to establish European harmony through cross cultural ties. Well, we achieved most of these, with the definite exception of culture and European harmony.
We had planned this fairly late and like all student arrangements everything changed a dozen times before the final twelve agreed to go. We only had a full balanced complement of twelve ten days before we went out, and then we were a mismatched bunch. We did not all know each other well. It could easily have been a disaster.
Let me first establish the cast of players. At this stage it will be necessary to conceal a little of the detail in order to spare the blushes of our parents, and the wrath of the University, where we would all like to continue our degrees. We met up at a Midlands University where a few of us shared the same halls for the first year, girls on the first floor, boys on the ground. Jon and Luther were not in our block but played football with the other guys, Cindy was Pete's girlfriend, Yasmin and Hannah were in a nearby block but on the same course as Sarah.
Before this holiday we were certainly not an inseparable crowd, in the future who knows. Our paths had at that stage only crossed, we all knew each other but we all knew some better than others. Cindy and Pete were an item as were Luther and Lucy. So here goes the Cast of Players
Me, Frankie -- home counties spoiled. Long blonde hair, slim, a pony at home and personalised number plate on my convertible 206 (also at home).
Lucy -- my best mate, as Northern as I was Southern, would call a spade a spade (or indeed a fucking spade) also blonde and a body to die for. While I had never had anything but passing Lesbian tendencies the thoughts had crossed my mind from time to time, especially when I looked at Lucy.
Sarah - Scottish and a little up herself. Really had wanted to go to St. Andrews University, where she would have met a better class of person. Long dark hair, tall with long legs and an attractive, if not haughty demeanour. She changes into a party animal after a few drinks.
Cindy -- first generation Caribbean East London but with an attractive Jamaican accent. Legs that we reckoned were the longest in the universe. Fit as you like and doing a PE course. She is a potentially good long jumper who could probably be better if she did not believe that a good night of sex was worth 500 calories and 3 hours training.
Yasmin -- Midlands born and bred with dark olive skin, and long black hair. She had a very strict family upbringing and was undoubtedly the brainiest amongst us. Her parents wanted her to live at home but she has fought relentlessly to lead a less restricted life. Otherwise she would never have been allowed to come away in a mixed crowd. A little shy and a bit of a loner. Virgin.
Hannah -- Also a virgin but from choice. A romantic, waiting to meet Mr. Right. She has a Rubenesque body, magnificent big, but firm tits over a rounded non-pc body. Buddied up with Yasmin in class, now inseparable.
Simon -- also a PE degree. Goodlooking, crew cut, what a body, firm six pack, pecs, the lot. Just a little shy otherwise he would be the campus stud. Yorkshire born and bred, he would love to be a professional sportsman but is I am afraid a Jack of all trades, good at all sports but not outstanding in any of them.
Josh -- a background similar to mine in the Home Counties. Daddy was something in the city so money was never a problem. A bit too keen to try to buy a girl with his Gold Card but not unattractive. A bit too lazy to work out, but still plays football with the rest of the boys.
Luther -- Captain of the football team and also doing a PE degree. He is the reason that I knew I wasn't a lesbian. I had really tried to pull him in the first few weeks of term but Lucy had beaten me to it and, as a mate, I really did not think I should try to get him into bed until Lucy got tired of him. Amazingly considering his Caribbean London background he and Cindy had not met before Uni. They knew a lot of people in common and apparently had often visited the same bars and clubs without meeting.
Pete -- the funny guy. He is taking a business and marketing degree and you just know that he will eventually be the world's best salesman. His Irish background and easy smile could charm any girl into bed within minutes. I think he got Cindy there in 27 mins flat after meeting in the Student Bar. They have been together for a long time now -- over three months.
Chris -- the ginger minger. No he's all right. They say the quiet ones are the worst but he has a gentle humour that hides the passion. That's what he tells us anyway. A little naïve or maybe just shy, he has always claimed that there were no local girls, only untouchable holiday-makers where he grew up in Cornwall.
Jon -- We have always had him lined up as a natural partner for Hannah, a bit shy, certainly still a virgin, and a body that could be shared around. Built for comfort. He was the one that surprised me the most over the weeks to come. Where the others may have had bodies to die for, he had a cock to die for. He was a little embarrassed about it and would never let us measure it but I reckon ten inches and four inches around would just about cover it. As would four hands.
Well here we go, on our holidays.
We had rented a biggish house with a small pool on the Costa Brave on the edge of a small coastal resort for just short of a month. Not a Faliraki but still a few bars and a couple of night clubs. We got it fairly cheaply for the month of June and found it fairly easy to pair off in the rooms, Pete & Cindy, Luther & Lucy then two pairs of boys and girls. Yasmin and Hannah,leaving Sarah with me. Josh was with Simon, leaving Chris and Jon.
Let me take up the story of the first of the fun nights, eight or nine days into the holiday.
Frankies Story.
There I was lying on the bed having a small siesta after we had been in Spain for just over a week. We had had a pretty heavy week, drinking and dancing, but no SEX. Not unnaturally therefore I had my hands down the front of my panties. A couple of the girls were lying by the pool, I could hear some of the guys working out, right outside my bedroom window and the thought of their now tanned bodies was making me horny. It was all right for the two couples, they were getting it all right. You could hear Cindy trying to stifle her giggles and screams every night in the next room. There was Sarah and I most nights surreptitiously diddling ourselves under the bedclothes hoping that the other one was asleep. I played my fingers over my outer lips, peeling them back as they juiced up, gently dreaming of Pete who I could hear outside the window. I took a firm grip on my clitoris, easing it from its little hood and squeezed. I cursed that I could not use my new toy, the Rabbit, with the clitoral stimulator. It was too noisy even at a low speed. I pushed up the first then a second and then a third finger. My chest was heaving as I massaged my left nipple, squeezing and pulling. All too quickly, stifling my cries, I bounced on the bed, driving my fingers further and further up my steaming cunt. I could feel the juice trickling down my thighs as I came. Great -- but still not SEX. I lay there glowing, thinking where my next lay was to come from and saw Pete in my minds eye. I thought about how I would enjoy a game of strip poker with him, particularly as I could not play poker and would therefore undoubtedly lose embarrassingly. I sat up straight as a little scheme ran through my mind. I hurriedly threw on a bikini, picked a couple of beers out of the fridge and strolled outside to where I knew Josh would be lying after dropping out early from the workout group. I chose Josh, firstly because he was lying on his own and secondly because even I could not approach somebody else's boyfriend with what I had in mind.
'Hi - fancy a beer?' as I sat down beside him.
'Sure,' he said 'What's up, looking for a man for the afternoon?'
Too close to the truth that one.
'Yes, is there one handy? Do you know one?' I joked, sitting down close to him.
'But seriously,' I started, 'I feel a little guilty that we are spending too much money every evening when we go clubbing. You and I are probably okay and I may be wrong, but I don't think some of the guys can afford a month at this rate.'
He gave me a strange look. I guess I am not usually known as a philanthropist.
'Got any ideas.'
'Well,' I tried to look casual, 'how about a night in and a game of trivial pursuit. We can get a bucket load of wine and get pissed indoors.'
'Sounds like a fun evening. But I think I was getting somewhere with that blonde barmaid in the G-spot Bar down the road. I thought I might try again.'
'Listen, if you boys lost the first game, maybe we could have a little bet on the second game, say washing up for a week.'
'Why would I want to risk washing up for a week, and anyway we could beat you easily.'
'Now listen, stupid. If you lost again then maybe we could increase the stakes a little.' I thought that maybe he would now get the hint but his blank look forced me to add, 'Maybe some clothes or something.'
He got there, and smiled broadly.
'Maybe a night in wouldn't be too bad,' he laughed.
'Don't go spoiling it by telling too many people. Talk to Simon and between you I reckon you can answer enough questions wrong to manage to lose the first couple of games for your team, and then you can increase the stakes and start winning. As Pete and Luther are partnered up with girls already, they might not like the idea.' I could see that Josh was already thinking of the likely benefits of winning after losing the first couple of games.
I yawned, winked and said 'I am going for a nap, might be a late night, I guess I will see you at tea time.'
We sat later around the dirty dinner plates.
'What time are we going out?'
'What about a night in' says an eager Josh. We all looked at him as if he had two heads.
'Some wine, beer, a couple of bottles of vodka and a game of Trivial Pursuits. Seriously though we have been hitting some expensive nights and just this once a night in may be fun.'
'Sure' I said, 'Why not', and Hannah, Yasmin, Lucy & Chris were quick to agree, thinking about their purses I guessed.
Well the first game, Girls v Boys of course, we girls won by six wedges to two wedges in almost indecent haste.
'I can't believe we lost that. Let's have a little bet on the next game?' says Simon.
'Washing up for a week,' I suggested.
'You're on'.
