It was the third year of my studies and I was pretty much enjoying that great love of my life, my roommate Roula (see the story: "The roommate"). I was spending my days in the university and in the great cafe of Athens, while most of my nights were filled with hot burning lesbian sex with that special girl from Salonica. I had never dreamed that having sex with a girl could make my studies so explicit! I wasn't sure what I enjoyed more, having my pussy devoured by my cute roommate or tasting the sweetness between Roula's firm thighs. We both pretty much kept ourselves naked all the time we were home together, so that I could feel her up or finger her at the drop of a hat. It wasn't uncommon for Roula to come behind me, cup my chest and then push me to the floor and eat my plump pussy to orgasm. It seemed that Roula couldn't get enough of the pretty lips that always seemed to bulge out invitingly to her!
Though we used to have a great sexual life together, we had a great frustration: a threesome! I can't remember how many times we had talked about this subject. I had suggested looking for a willing gal at the gay bar we used to go but we weren't sure how that approach could happen. Roula had suggested going to the park a late afternoon and teasing passing gals by kissing each other on a bench but it didn't work; how many bi or lesbian gals walk alone in the park a late afternoon? So, the only we could do was to dream and wait a chance. And, of course, masturbate at this thought!
One afternoon, Roula made an announcement as she came home from the university: "Vicky, darling, tonight we're having my friend Lola over. Do you remember her? I am sure that she can be your friend too." When she came closer, she winked: "Can you guess what I mean by this?"
I smiled wide, hugged her and replied softly: "Anything you say, my baby, anything you say!" It wasn't the first time I heard about Lola. She was a student in university of Salonica. She was from Salonica too and Roula's lover during the last year at high school. Roula had told me nothing but I was sure that she was still "enjoying" some private moments with Lola during holidays. I felt very excited because I could see what was Roula meaning by "friends"! I was sure that Lola already knew that Roula and me were lovers and I hoped that Roula had already told her about our frustration.
At eight o'clock sharp there was a rap on the front door and Roula ushered in a blonde of our age. "Nice to see you again, Lola," Roula greeted her, "I hope you will enjoy your evening with us!"
"Mmmmm!" Lola hummed watching me intently. "I hope so too, there are all the conditions!"
"I'm sure you will be more than satisfied," replied Roula easily, "Vicky is a very good friend."
I was wearing a short shirt, one that left my navel free and most of the top of my boobs totally exposed, and tight jeans. I wasn't sure about what I had to put on but, finally, I decided to dress a little...invitingly! I knew Roula very good, so I was ready for a "teasing game" or βmaybe- some "role play". But, though I knew almost everything about Roula, I knew nothing about Lola, so the continuation surprised me!
"Oh my God," Lola moaned softly, "Roula, she's even more beautiful than you described her!" And she supplied smiling at me: "What an absolutely beautiful body, the breasts of a mature woman and the lower body of a very young girl!"
As I approached, Lola met me halfway and immediately I began feeling the young girl all over from head to toe while she was spending a particularly long time on my huge chest.