Jen finished Grammar school in June at 18, with enough "A" levels to go to University, complete with enough scholarships to cover tuition and room and board. However, knowing she was still quite naïve and not really ready to live on her own, she decided to take a gap year and earn some money. Growing up, she had always worked chores at her father's riding stables, which lead to her being fit and trim without doing sports, so at 19 she had strong arms and legs, and a flat tummy. Her hair was down to just above her shoulders in a simple cut, and was a natural dark brown, with a few natural highlights from the sun. The one thing she didn't like about herself was that she also had a flat chest. Her breasts were almost non-existent, but her nipples, when she was excited or cold, were very prominent and easily announced their presence. Bras were no good, so now that she was older, when she needed to hide things she wore a runner's bra that flattened everything down, nipples included. Otherwise, she wore nothing under her blouses and sweaters unless it was cold and then she wore a sleeveless vest or a chemise.
Not only had she worked at the family stables for her pocket money, but she had also worked a few hours at weekends in a café in the small north-eastern seaside town where she lived. On hearing about her gap year, they were delighted to give her a year's full time employment, and she saved up virtually all of it. so at 19 she felt ready to leave the nest, and at the end of the second summer of her gap year, off she would go to the Midlands to University to do Production Engineering and Computerization. She figured that if computers were going to take over the world, someone had to teach them how! So come September, Jen said goodbye to her parents, hugged her sister Jacquelin - Jackie - and told her to look after her horse. Officially called Colonel Mustard after the character in the game, he was normally called Musty. Jen was finally off to University.
Jen was a well organized young lady. Her timetable plans for her life at University was to spend from Monday morning until close of classes on a Friday working on her studies - classes during the day, homework 4 solid nights a week. Then she could reward herself with having the week-ends off, and not having to work to earn money or surrender her weekends to her studies, she could enjoy herself. Her classes were small and her fellow students seemed okay, and she found herself being paired with one particular girl, who seemed friendly enough. for some projects. All in all, it was working out fine.
Her dorm room, which thankfully, she didn't have to share, had a little kitchenette in one corner, with a small microwave and a toaster oven, so she bought a coffee-maker and had breakfast and lunch covered, and could afford to eat in the refectory in the evenings. It even had a small private bathroom.
Her one self-indulgence was to watch Jeopardy each evening, and she was delighted to find that in the common sitting-room in her dorm building, there was a group that liked to watch Jeopardy also, so life seemed fine. Friday evenings, she found, also featured Jeopardy in the Student's Union, so she could watch it there and treat herself to a glass of wine to go with it. For a couple weeks, this worked just fine.
Growing up, she had never had a boyfriend, which she attributed to always studying and to being flat-chested, and therefore being of no interest to the boys. During the first summer of her gap year, immediately after she left school, her parents went away for a few days with some horses that were being looked at by a well-known show jumper, and left her on her own. Her friend Marjorie, who had never had a flat chest problem and who was not going to Uni but was becoming a hairdresser, came and stayed with her. It was then that Jen, hearing Marjorie moaning under the covers, discovered self-pleasure, and under Marjorie's tuition, she enthusiastically adopted it. So she was aware of how good her body could feel, but had never experienced that other than solo. At 19, her sole sexual experience was masturbation. Marjorie was a few days older than Jen, was engaged to be married, but was still holding on to her virginity.
Of course, Friday evenings in the Student's Union went on as social evenings well after Jeopardy, and the bar would become pretty crowded. Some nights there was music and dancing, other nights just a lot of chatting, and chatting-up! Jen's parents were good dancers and taught her the Jive, and some other dances, so she would get up and dance sometimes when asked. One particular evening, after a couple of dances with a guy named Paul, he bought her a drink. He chatted with her all evening, and bought her another drink, and then later offered to escort her back to the dorm. He invited himself in, and, much to her discomfort, Jen found herself with Paul in her room. While she didn't exactly mind a couple of slightly drunken kisses, he became forceful and basically claimed that after buying her two drinks he was entitled. She kept explaining she was a virgin and didn't want him to go any further. Finally, her non-cooperation succeeded and he stormed out of the room, grumbling about not getting what he deserved for buying her drinks. Jen decided she needed to find somewhere other than the Student's Union to watch Friday's Jeopardy. Only the Lord knew how Paul would trash her reputation, and what if he was the best the University Student's Union could offer?
She looked at some of the notice boards in and around the Student areas - fliers advertising places for students to go - and found one called the Witch of Endor, a name she found intriguing. The flier made the point that entrance was free up until 8:00, and 2 pounds after. So the next Friday, after eating an early supper, she headed into town and finally found the Witch of Endor down this rather narrow alleyway off the town center. From outside, it didn't look much - inside, it was quite interesting. Lots of chairs around quite a lot of tables, many high-topped, a small dance floor, a number of televisions and a dj booth. Various alcoves, some with low lighting. She noted that it had a limited snack menu.
Half a dozen customers were in there - all girls. The only two males she could see were the bar-tenders - big guys in muscle shirts displaying well-developed arms. One, whose badge declared him to be "Vic", was polishing glasses.
Buying a glass of white wine, she asked if the televisions ever showed Jeopardy. "Oh, yes" said Vic, "we have a small group comes in regular for that. The real crowds don't build up until later. so they get to watch it quietly" So, she stayed, and watched Jeopardy with maybe 10 other people. Those who were with other people even limited their conversation to the commercial breaks, which pleased Jen no end. It seemed that those who came in were serious followers like herself. All in all, a good solution to the problem and, bonus, a decent wine!
So, after the show, she stayed on there to see what happened. The place filled up fairly quickly. According to Vic, the dancing usually started around 9, but before if there were enough people. The one thing that struck Jen as being strange was that nearly all the customers appeared to be women.
The music started that night about 8:45 and quite a few people were on the floor dancing to music mainly from the sixties. This was music Jen knew from her parents, and music they had taught her to dance by, so she was swaying on her chair along with when a young woman came across to her. She was obviously older than Jen, probably late twenties, taller, and quite attractive with a cute figure and nice rounded breasts. Her freckled face went with her red hair, and Jen felt curious how far the freckles extended, a reaction that surprised her a little.
"Want to dance? It looks to me like you do" the girl said. Jen nodded, and the pair went on the floor to jive. It was immediately apparent that the tall girl was a natural lead, and Jen was a natural follower and they danced well together, going through three or four dances, each one ending with the girl giving Jen a quick hug.
Wanting to take a break, they headed back to Jen's table, where her dance partner introduced herself as Christine. Asking if she could join Jen and being told "Yes", Christine went and got her drink and brought it over.
Jen told her about being a student, and Christine talked about being a 27 year-old nurse. After a while Christine bought a couple of drinks for each of them - "before the bar gets too busy," she said. Watching as Christine walked back, Jen could really see her nice bust, much more than her own.
"Last time someone bought me two drinks, it landed me in a bit of a situation," Jen confided, and told Christine what had happened with Paul.
