This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh with her friends and relations, as she explores her sexuality, and progresses from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.
Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters' motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations and within their families.
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The big day finally arrived. Me, safely delivered to university, my mother gone home, the previous night's farewell dinner done and dusted.
I woke up on my first morning of total freedom -- no family, no work, no worries. Peering over my duvet, my small dorm room was filled with my stuff and a pile of official paperwork: registration documents, hand-outs, circulars, forms, information, rules and regulations.
This was it. My future lay ahead of me and I couldn't wait to get on with it. I showered and layered on plenty of black eye make-up and pink lipstick overlaid with gloss. The sloppy grey dress I threw on hung loosely from my shoulders and finished at mid-thigh level. It looked good with a pair of thick, black tights and shiny black ankle boots with a small heel.
In the corridors and over breakfast, it was all hellos and introductions to people destined to become new neighbours and friends, possibly lovers. I eyed them over: some of the boys had potential; one or two of the girls seemed to have that look in their eyes -- the gaydar look that lesbians swear by. I made some mental notes to follow up in the future.
After registration, the place to go was the Great Hall where the university societies and clubs laid out their stalls to entice Freshers like me to enrol. Fresher's Week was for socialising and meeting new people and getting laid, and for me that meant every night and in every possible way.
I never imagined so many different leisure activities existed. There was something for everyone: drama, singing, debating, mountaineering, potholing, and sports of every kind -- some I'd never heard of.
For some reason, tae-kwon-do appealed -- self-defence I suppose. Or was it the tall, fair-haired hunk flexing his muscles at the back of the stand, alongside his equally attractive black friend that made me linger? A few rounds fucking them seemed very appealing. I flirted, signed up, and left with a couple of phone numbers.
The Law Society was a must, seeing as that was what would be studying for the next three years of my life. Everyone on that stand looked sober and academic and boring -- not my type at all. I began to wonder if I was studying the wrong subject.
I lingered by the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender stand. It felt a bit too obvious for a bisexual like me to join. I had no interest in gays or people worried about their gender, but lesbians? It sounded OK to me.
The stand was busy and didn't need to pull in recruits as eagerly as many of the other groups. The gays looked more feminine than the girls, and more vocal as they swanned around exhibiting themselves to Freshers.
A voice took me by surprise as it whispered in my ear. "Are you concerned about your sexuality?"
A tall, slim girl with short, bleached-white hair, dyed with streaks of red and yellow, heavy mascara and deep red lipstick stood beside me in the university tee-shirt, a denim jacket and tight jeans. She gave me no chance to answer.
"Lots of Freshers are like you ... and this is their first opportunity to answer a question that's been rumbling around in their mind for years."
"Were you confused when you were a Fresher?" I asked, falling into the spirit of the conversation and wondering where it might lead.
Asking a question also gave me time to assess the girl while she sought an answer. Was she a lesbian? Or bisexual like me? No matter what, she was definitely my type. I got a whiff of her perfume -- it mixed with the imagined taste of her cunt as it hit my gaydar.
"No. I'd worked myself out long before I came here," she replied, swishing her long fringe from her eyes. "Want to join? There are lots of girls like you ... don't be shy." She bent her mouth close to me and whispered. "You'll enjoy every minute of it."
I felt her hot breath on the side of my face and inhaled another draft of her scent. I knew the dryness of my mouth could only be relieved by the taste of her cunt.
"I'm sure I will ... especially if they're all as appealing as you."
She looked into my eyes, then looked me up and down, then raised her nose to inhale my perfume, then licked her lips, like an animal assessing the potential of its prey. The taste of her cunt continued to develop in my mouth as she got closer, and a frisson of excitement flowed through me.
"You don't look like the sort of girl to be intimidated ... the name's Alice."
"I'm Ashleigh ... are you a lesbian, Alice?"
"No, not me ... I put the bi in bisexual ... it's so much more fun ... you should try it."
"I've been thinking for a long time that it doesn't seem right that if men get so much pleasure from a woman ... why can't a woman enjoy it just the same?"
"I love girls who like to experiment, Ashleigh. Is that what you want? Or are you just a tease?"
"Coming to university is liberating ... I want to try everything it has to offer."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded. She nodded. An unspoken message passed between us. She went to talk to a Goth-looking girl behind the desk. They both turned to look at me, their faces serious and fixed. It was clear they thought me to be a novice. I gave them a smile in an attempt to look young and pretty and innocent.
I wondered how long it would take me to pull a girl when I went to university, never imagining I would land a good looker within a couple of hours -- and she was throwing herself at me.
Alice was a few years older than me with a fresh complexion and tight jaw line. Her tits were small, more in keeping with a slim girl of about my height. That didn't bother me -- it was her cunt that interested me.
"My place is just around the corner," she said when she returned. She looked at me in a quizzical manner to make sure she was picking up my signals correctly.
I had no intention to play hard to get, realising this was an opportunity -- not only for sex with a new girl -- but also for her to introduce me to the bisexual scene. My cunt went liquid at the thought of all those new girls experimenting with their sexuality, and me helping them to discover it.
"Let's go," I said, linking her arm and drawing her close to my side.
Alice exchanged glances with her Goth friend, who looked enviously at us as she propelled me through the crowd of people, and out of the Hall. She was on a mission and seemed just as eager as me to get to her place and explore the sexuality of a this new stranger in her life -- me!
At first, we walked leisurely through the autumn sunshine. At each corner, our speed increased. We were almost jogging when we reached the entrance to her building. Her excitement came through in her voice -- she never stopped talking and it got higher and higher.
I told her nothing about me, preferring to maintain the mystery.
By the time we reached her front door, I knew she was a post-graduate economics student; originally interested in a career in finance; now intent on developing her own business; intent on making a name for herself; intent on making lots of money, and spending it.
Then, we ran up the two flights of stairs to her first floor apartment. We were gasping for breath as she unlocked her door. We fell inside together.
