I was at university in my first term. So many good things happen at university. With all that freedom, that's where I was the most experimental. I'd met a guy at freshers week who I'd started seeing. We'd got quite close even in a few weeks and I'd started sleeping with him. I was still pretty naive - he was far more experienced than me and taught me lots especially about sex. He was living in digs with a load of other people and one night they had a big party at the end of the term before Christmas. We went along and were having a great time. But I noticed that there was another girl who was showing a lot of interest in him. I naturally got a little jealous and started arguing with her - I'd had a bit to drink! I remember shouting at her to leave him alone. She just laughed at me and told me that she was his girl friend. I grabbed Marcus and he admitted that he was seeing us both. He confessed that they had split up when he started with me but in the past week or so they had got back together. I was so embarrassed. I was drunk, I had made a scene in front of everyone. I was upset and I just burst out crying. I was crying my eyes out, sobbing quite uncontrollably.
I was rescued by a fresh faced young girl, about my own age, who took me to her bedroom and was really nice to me. I didn't know her. She sat me down and put her arm around me. It took about 10 minutes before I calmed down, and I stopped crying eventually. She went downstairs, returning later with a large mug of sweet coffee. She put her arms around me as I drank. I looked at her face. She was a gorgeous girl, a lovely light brown skin wonderful dark black hair shoulder length, about 5ft 6, slim with the most wonderful smile. She spoke to me for the first time.
"Are you OK now? I'm Sarah."
She wiped away a tear as I sniffled. She smiled at me and I managed to squeak out a tiny
"Thanks...sniff sniff. I'm Jacqui."
We both smiled. Awkward smiles. I said I was OK and slowly recounted what had happened. She knew Marcus – he lived in another room. She thought that he had had a lot of girlfriends, sowing wild oats she said. I got the distinct impression that she might have, at one stage been one of them, but I didn't press her on it.
After chatting about what bastards men were (she agreed with me on that) I felt a lot better, especially after another coffee. I said I had better go, and stood up. Too fast, I started across the room, and felt giddy. I stumbled out across her small bedroom, hitting my breast hard on a small wooden wardrobe. I felt light headed and she helped me back to her single bed.
"I think you'd better stay the night!" she laughed as I held my head in my hands. I looked around the room. I was sitting on the only single bed.
"I know" she said "It might be a squeeze, but my boyfriend and me share it and he's bigger than you." She smiled at me and put out her hand to gently caress my breast.
"Did you hurt yourself?" She asked, so quietly. I looked directly at her – our eyes were fixed on one another. After a moment, she rose and offered to fetch me a glass of water while I got into bed. I thought about leaving, but decided that I would be better off here. I went to the bathroom, and made myself look slightly more human. I returned to the bedroom quickly – the party was still in full swing. I took off short black party dress, and I kicked off my shoes. My black lacy bra and matching knickers looked ridiculous. I got into bed, and waited for about half hour. I was slipping off to sleep when Sarah returned with my water. She too then went to the bathroom. When she came back, she took off her blouse - a lovely lemon cotton one, and then her bra. She had nice breasts I saw, but smaller than mine. Her skirt was unzipped and she pulled it down her legs. Instead of getting into bed she stretched her arms and back. I got the impression her performance (for that was assuredly what it was) was all for me. She finished turned to me and slipped off her white panties showing me her lightly trimmed pubic hair. Her olive skin looked fantastic. I suddenly woke up to the possibility of sex. My heart started jumping. I really didn't know what to think.