Hi, this is my first attempt at this so please let me know what you think.
This is a fictitious situation but I would expect its happening everywhere as you read this.
My name is Ray, I was 18 and brought up in a small country village, my parents Emma and Charles were quite conventional for the time and didn't really talk to us kids about the facts of life. Just to make matters worse in those days we didn't have the internet and such like, so it was just making it up as you went along. Which can be fun, but there wasn't really any girls that weren't like your sister in the village (but that's another story entirely).
I have 2 older brothers and 1 younger sister, all at same sex boarding schools. We're not that close and being miles apart didn't help on the information side of things.
You can see where I'm going with this, 18 year virgin having to go out into the big bad world with a severe lack of knowledge to prepare for the "real" world. To be truthful being naive you don't actually know that you know nothing; it just becomes apparent as you go.
I moved to the south coast and started to settle into the student life and picked up 1 or 2 good friends.
I shared a flat with one for a while, Dave is his name and he's great. Big in size and big in nature and so more worldly.
So this is really where the story begins, my being brought into the real world.
So Dave and I worked in a pub in the centre of town, lively at the weekends and really good fun. The upside to having to work so bloomin' hard is the eye candy on the other side of the bar.
I met my wife there too, but before her it was like putting a kid in a candy store. Every week the girls would be flirting and chatting up the bar staff and I'd just laugh and carry on working, this changed one weekend with Dave.
He had asked me if a couple of friends who were touring could stay at our flat for a few days, he didn't tell me anything else than that, crafty little bugger. So we were working at the pub when he was chatting to a couple of girls at the end of the bar. One was tall, medium build with long blonde hair. She had a beautiful smile that seemed to make the room light up, but what grabbed your attention a moment later was her breasts, she had quite large but OH SO PERKY breasts. It may have been just the breasts by themselves or the flat stomach underneath that seemed to enhance what she had been blessed with. The other girl was shorter about 5' 4", dark and looked a bit on the dumpy side. Not as attractive as her friend but hey we're not all at the front of the looks queue. She was again a medium build but where she was shorter it made her look stockier, which she really wasn't. Her breasts looked lovely but were hidden by the "baggy top" look that ladies sometimes wear. Personally people should be proud of any lumps, bumps and/or perfect breasts, people love you for who you are.
Dave called me over in a few minutes when I was free, he introduced me to Helen (the blonde girl) and Gloria. We chatted to them for a few minutes while we had the chance, they were both really 'natural have a laugh' type of people, no airs and graces just good to be around.
We gave them a door key and the address and they took a taxi to the flat to dump their bags and come back down for a drink later. An hour or so later they both walked in and got a drink, but after half an hour they said they'd go get something to eat and get an early night. Jet lag had caught up with them, it was only 10 or so, so we had a couple of hours to go before we finished work.
I hadn't given the sleeping arrangements any thought until then, Dave said "the girls would sort that out between them, but Helen and I have history so I hope she makes herself at home, if you know what I mean".
This worried me slightly as it's only a 2 bedroom flat, I know, I should be jumping up and down with excitement, but getting into that situation was new for me. But the rest of the night was really hectic so it didn't really worry after that. We had a few drinks after the pub closed with the team there and then said goodnight.
On the walk home, with inevitable 'doner' on the way we chatted about the girls, Helen it seems was 22 and Gloria 23, both close friends of his brother, but were 'family friends' really. But Helen had given Dave his first experience and he had a soft spot for that reason. He was hoping some repeat performance may be on the cards.
We got home and the girls had got some beers in to say thanks for the 'put up'. They must have gone to bed as no one was up. We sat down and chatted away until 2 or 3 in the morning, by which time we were knackered and, what with the beers at work and a few when we got home, a little tipsy.