*** New writer any feedback would be good! Characters are all over 18 are entirely fictional. Hope you enjoy!! ***
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Exactly why the events of that weekend happened the way they did is still something I'm quite unsure of... Even months later as I replay those hours over and over in my head, I still can't quite figure out a definitive cause. Yes, we were drunk but we'd been drunker. Yes, we were horny but that was nothing new. Yes, we were on a high celebrating graduation but hundreds of students celebrate year on year without the kind of incident that we became involved in.
I suppose it all started with a simple invitation from my friend Olivia. We were both cross country runners from rival unis and had met at a handful of competitions. We'd instantly hit it off and stayed in contact very regularly between events and were always sure to catch each other for a least a quick catch up during every competition or over BUCS event. Olivia's parents were very well off and owned a guest house in Scotland that they rented out. As a present to Olivia for graduating, they let her have the run of the place for a long weekend. By this point we were quite close friends and she naturally invited me along.
With her permission I invited my best friend from uni, Chris. Chris was a bit taller than me at 6 foot to my 5'9" and had a very "gentle giant" air about him. Chris was classically tall, dark and handsome. Clean shaven and barely a hair on his body! A contrast to me with a rough, full and dark beard. Aside from that Chris had a car which meant that the two of us could avoid taking the painfully slow and eye wateringly expensive train from London, where we studied, to Olivia's parent's house just north of Sterling.
Olivia must have seen us coming up the drive because as we pulled up she was already outside and ran over to greet us. Her blonde hair waved from side to side as she run up and threw her arms around me. Olivia was evidently a knockout! Her years on the track had given her a very sporty body: skinny waist, toned legs and ass, and firm D cup boobs.
"Danny!" she said, "thank you so much for coming!!"
"Thank us? Liv you're the one giving us a free weekend away in a Scottish mansion!"
"Even so I'm happy you're here." She gave me a wink and turned to Chris, "Danny you didn't tell me your friend was going to be cute... I might have to keep Jemma and Poppy on a leash."
Chris blushed and stumbled for words, Olivia smiled knowing she'd had exactly the reaction she was after.
"Speaking of which are you going to introduced us to the other two?" I asked.
"Yeh follow me in," Liv chirped.
We followed her in both checking out her ass in her leggings as we went in. Olivia found Poppy first in the living room watching TV. Poppy was from Russia and "Poppy" wasn't hear real name but the long and hard to pronounce Russian alternative was readily substituted for its English counterpart. Poppy was 5'7" with dark hair and a fantastic figure and B cup breasts. In a later conversation I found out she was a Ballet dancer and this explained how she could hold herself in such a way that made every inch of her body seem exciting and erotic. Introductions were made and we moved on around the house for the tour.
The house was huge, it had six different bed rooms (Olivia explained that her friend Sophie would be arriving in two days time), a large modern conservatory, a dining room, extravagant kitchen, living room, and reception room and an basement pool, sauna, steam room and Jacuzzi. It was in the last of these that we found Jemma.
As Jemma rose out of the water to meet us she looked part model, part Bond girl, part sexual goddess. She wore a black bikini that left little to the imagination. Cover her A cup boobs was a single-piece band and on her bottoms cut low enough down her mons that you knew this girl shaved.
"I was wondering what time you boys were getting here. I would say hello but as you can see." Jemma struck a pose, "I'm dripping wet." Her voice was the epitome proper English country breading and upper class elocution. If ballet classes had taught Poppy how to hold herself in a way that made the most of her features, Private School headmistresses telling Jemma to stand up straight and talk with diction had made this woman the finest that English gentry had to offer.
The day passed by uneventfully. We swam a bit, chatted in the various communal spaces and Chris (tried) to cook a BBQ for lunch outside in the garden. As the day went on we drank beers and wines and by the evening we were all a little tipsy.
I don't remember the rest of the conversation but I remember the point where things started to get interesting.
"I mean Seb was good but he certainly wasn't the BEST sex I've ever had. I think he thought he was in some kind of porn film..." Olivia mused, a slight look of disappointment on her face.
"So go on then Liv. What's the best sex you've ever had," I asked Olivia.
"You know Darren the runner from Bristol?" she replied and I nodded in affirmation. "We hooked up at South West qualifiers last year and he just..." Olivia cut herself off, suddenly unsure as to if she wanted to reveal this information.
"He what?" I pressed grinning as Liv began to blush.
"No it's embarrassing!" she replied but as the group began to cajole her she raised a hand a called silence. "Ok! ok! He... dominated me. Like really well. Like hair pulling and degrading well and I just came really really hard."
Silence hung over the room for a beat.
"Well that sure beats my 'that one time my ex went on top and didn't make me do all the work' story!" Chris joked and the room laughed.
"If we've done ours the rest of you have to do yours!" Olivia chirped, "Poppy?"
"No absolutely not," She said.
"The other option is I tell everyone that story about the-"
"Ok ok!" Poppy cut off, all of us now a little intrigued about what story could change her mind. "It was this Spanish boy on holiday. Maybe it was the language barrier thing but I just found it so hot; him taking me and the two of us barely being able to share a sentence together!" Poppy paused, "plus that boy just knew how I like it!" she finished, drawing a laugh from the group.
"My turn I guess" I said "My ex and I bought a remote control vibrator off the internet. She wore it out to dinner one night and I had the controls... I practically had her cumming before the starters arrived and kept her on the edge for the next hour or so as we ate. We'd barely shut the door to my room before we were naked and both of us were so turned on that we were practically cumming from that first touch. it wasn't a long night, one of those times where stamina is over rated! But we both finished multiple times and were thoroughly satisfied."
"God that sounds so hot..." whispered Poppy just a little too loudly, causing her to blush from the sudden attention. "I just mean that one of those is definitely going on my shopping list. Jemma, care to finish us off?" Poppy said, diverting the focus away from her.
Jemma had been daydreaming; very absent from the conversation, which was unlike her. The words that would come out of her mouth would very much change the tone of the evening. She took a breath in and began.
"I um... I like watching people... you know... fuck. Watching others naked, writhing and cumming just makes me more aroused than I could ever put into words. Until I'd met my ex, I'd never had the limits and boundaries of this pushed to their maximum. One night we went out to a bar and picked up the beautiful blonde Czech girl, Laura her name was, we took her back to my boyfriends house and he tied me to a chair, naked and I watched as he fucked Laura over and over again..."
