First story for some time, but at least it's a reasonable length this time. Be warned that there are no detailed sex scenes, so pass on if that doesn't suit you. All the characters are completely fictional, as is the story, though I dare say that some of the events are not unknown in this world we live in. Hope you let me know if you enjoy it...Or didn't for that matter.
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"Which one do you fancy Bob?" My mate Greg asked, as the pair of us eyed up the two new girls who'd just walked into the student union bar. Completely new that is, that evening being the start of the academic year, and the two little beauties we'd spotted obviously being newly arrived freshers.
"The blonde of course Greg," I replied with a smile, the pretty, slim young thing being just the sort I always went for, all bare legs and long slim limbs, with much of it on display in the little mid thigh summer dress she had on.
"I'm happy with the other one then mate," Greg chuckled, and why wouldn't he be. Dark and on the short side with tits that arrived to wherever she was going, a good moment or two before the rest of her.
A quick move by both of us, just before some other buggers made their move and we were in, bearing gifts of half a pint each for the girls, while we supped on our full pints.
"I'm Sarah and this is Jenny," the big titted one informed us, and we exchanged our names, not missing out that we were finalists, which put us a good few brownie points up on most of the other guys who had fancied their chances. It went fine, but not quite as I'd expected, Jenny being friendly but holding back a little, while Sarah, who was supposed to be Greg's conquest, making it very clear to all of us that she fancied the pants off me.
If nothing else, then I've always been adaptable.
Especially when a pretty girl is giving you the come on, and within half an hour we'd split them up, as Greg and I had done so often before, and I wandered off with Sarah and left the fate of the delightful blonde Jenny to him. Looked as if I was going to score, with Greg's chances considerably less likely, so why the hell did I feel unhappy with the outcome.
The blonde's legs could have had something to do with it maybe.
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Suffice to say that my evening didn't turn out quite how I'd hoped it would, with Sarah, despite her excess of breast, not being prepared to share any part of them with me, never mind what I'd hoped for. I got a goodnight peck and promised to get back in touch with her, but with little intention of doing so.
A quarter of an hour stroll back through town to the flat that I shared with Greg, gave me time to reflect on how we'd both probably bombed out, the blonde not having seemed that keen, despite how pretty she no doubt was. She had looked too young and innocent to succumb to what Greg would be after, and he wasn't exactly renown for being subtle about the way he went about such things.
Oh well! More fish in the sea and all that. There was always the mid week dance to look forward to.
So I have to confess to some surprise when I let myself into our flat, to discover Greg and my little dream girl on the sofa, him with his shirt off and her giggling girlishly as she wrestled playfully with him to try to stop him pulling down her panties. Not sure if she'd fought to keep the rest of clothes on, but if she had, then that was a battle long since lost.
Damn, she was beautiful!
Eighteen years old, and her body tight and perfect, her little round tits bobbing around as she struggled, however unconvincingly, to keep her panties in place.
"Don't mind me," I announced in a loud enough voice, winning a laugh from Greg and a squeal of surprise from the lovely Jenny.
"Stop it!" She demanded, at last seriously pushing his hands away. "Not in front of your friend."
"Bob won't mind," Greg claimed, releasing his hold on her panties and groping her left breast, which made me sick with jealousy.
"But I do," Jenny shot back, taking advantage of his change of direction to tug her panties back fully in place.
"Right!" He countered, easing her off his lap and standing up and taking a couple of steps towards his bedroom. "You coming?"
"I don't know that I should," Jenny mumbled, suddenly very nervous, and reminding me that she was still a very young girl and probably away from home and in the big world on her own for the first time in her life. Probably trying to act grown up and sophisticated, when in fact inside she was not far removed from the schoolgirl that she had been just a couple of months or so previously.
"Or you could stay here and let me look after you," I piped up with, suddenly feeling very protective.
"Your choice girl," Greg laughed, amused by my intervention. "My bedroom now, or I'll leave you with my mate here. He prefers girls with no tits anyway."
Jenny uncurled herself, stood up and glanced nervously between the two of us, a vision of loveliness, long slender legs that seemed to go on for ever, slim shapely body and those gorgeous round, little pointy tits sticking straight out, quite possibly never having been confined in a bra since she'd grown them.
"Your choice," he repeated, and strolled casually to his bedroom and disappeared inside, the confident bastard so sure of himself, and enjoying playing with her emotions.
"Please," I whispered, holding my arms out to her hopefully.
"Sorry," she half choked back, and with a guilty look turned and followed Greg, and destroying my dream as she did so.
Fuck!
I don't know that I'd ever felt so completely gutted.
Won't pretend that I had to listen to them rutting through the night. Oh fuck if only it had been that easy.
Ten minutes after Jenny had disappeared into Greg's room, he, the arrogant bastard, my best friend or not, slipped back out into the living room where I was still moping.
"Bob mate," he whispered. "Got any condoms?"
"Fuck off," I responded. "Get your own."
"Used them all up the other night Bob," he chuckled. "Come on Bob. Lend me a few."
"Fuck off," I repeated, thoroughly pissed off with him.
"Come on mate," he implored me. "She's a bloody virgin. Won't take the risk."
Oh shit no!
"In my bedside table," I relented reluctantly, unable to believe that I was actively participating in the deflowering of the girl that I had already put on a pedestal. The girl that in my mind I had already began to dream of as being mine.
Fat chance!
Fuck her!
Trouble was that it wasn't me doing it.
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Greg treated Jenny over the next few weeks like he owned her, while she, new to the game, hung on every word and just about every command he gave her.
She was showing signs of being totally love sick over him, while I had to hide my own feelings.
Not easy.
Stupid, but I couldn't help it.
Then one day my luck sort of changed.
"Are you the one?" She demanded seductively.
She being Shona, another eighteen year old fresher, but one that within a few weeks of arriving had already carved herself out a reputation. A reputation that had taken some earning considering the loose morals of the average female student back in those days. The stunningly beautiful Shona that is, that had cut a swathe through the so-called studs at our university and spat them back out within a few days or so. The exotic, mixed race girl who's background read like some check list for the united nations, her father a diplomat for an east African country and her mother a government minister from the Asian sub-continent.
"Could be," I replied, not knowing what else to say to the famous reputation that had just landed in my lap.
"Karen Phillips tells me that you're good in bed," she grinned at me, gently rotating her sweet bottom against my ever-growing erection.
"She should know," I responded, recalling my very interesting couple of months with red headed Karen the previous year. It was a relationship that might have continued if she hadn't helped the university rugby team celebrate their victory over Oxford in the changing rooms afterwards, when she should have been out with me.
"Karen tells me you like giving oral," the seductive Shona teased me.
"Giving it and getting it," I grinned back at her, trying to ignore what her lovely ass was doing to me.
"How about giving me a taste then?"
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She was good.
My God she was good, and for a week, a long time in those days, me and her tested one another close to the point of destruction.
She was good enough that she took my mind off the lovely Jenny, which wasn't always that easy when I was screwing Shona in my bedroom and Greg was doing the same to Jenny with just a thin partition wall between us.
Shona was like a dark skinned Goddess, with a body that would send any guy crazy, not helped by her habit of wandering around our flat with very little on, and sometimes with even less than that.
It became pretty obvious that Greg wanted a piece of her, and Shona being Shona didn't act especially adverse to the idea.
"How about a swop Bob?" Came the inevitable suggestion before too long. "Let me have Shona for the night and you can have Jenny."
"And what does Jenny say about that?" I asked, having little doubt about Shona's willingness, but big doubts about the love sick Jenny.
"She'll do as I say," he smirked, and for the first time since we'd met, I began to have doubts about our friendship.
Not enough doubts though, I have to confess to my everlasting shame, not to quickly agree to the idea.
It wasn't that easy though of course.
Shona simply grinned when Gregg presented her with the idea, but Jenny threw a fit and somehow or other put all the blame down on me.
'Perverted bastard', I seem to remember she called me.
Gregg was all for bedding Shona anyway, but then she threw a spanner in the works as well, refusing to take part unless it was all squared up with Jenny. It was Shona in fact that talked Jenny round, but not to the conclusion that I'd had in my mind.
Not at all!
Gregg's prize was Shona in his bed, whereas all I got in return was a night out in the town with Jenny while they were doing the dirty deed. Suffice to say that such was my obsession with her that it was an arrangement that I readily agreed to, and the kiss that I got when I deposited her back to her digs seemed to make it all well worth it.
We 'swopped' three times in all, with Gregg thinking I was crazy and Jenny getting more and more angry.
Only Shona seemed to understand.
Shona, despite her moral standards was a very bright cookie!
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"Sometimes I hate that bastard," Jenny snarled as we sat in the bar on our third date. "How can he do this to me?"
"Perhaps he doesn't feel the same way about you as you do about him," I carefully pointed out the obvious.
"What about you and Shona?" She demanded.
