NOTE - There is no sex in this story. If you want sex, this is not one for you
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My name is Fiona, I am 19 years old and am currently in my first year at University. It is the second term so a lot of the parties have settled down and people are starting to split off into what will be their groups of friends. I live on campus in the student halls which consist of three separate five story buildings. Each floor is split into three separate living areas with each living area having a communal bathroom, kitchen and living room. The separate living areas are shared by eight people, there are four male and four females per area.
The door to each area leads into the living area that has sofa seating for eight people with four generous two seater sofas. There is an open kitchen area off the side of the living room. At the back of the room there is a large floor to ceiling window that looks out onto the University grounds which are always fairly busy as it is a main through route between lectures and to the student union. To the left and right of the large window are two long corridors. The one to the left goes behind the kitchen area and leads to four bedrooms which are used by the boys. To the right is where the bathroom is as well as four other rooms that are used by the girls.
The bedrooms are all identical. There is a double bed a double wardrobe and a desk. They are basic, but they do the job. It is rare to be in your room anyway, it is a lot more social in the living room as you don't make many friends locking yourself away in your room 18 hours a day.
The three other girls are Sophie, Jess and Rachel. They are all nice enough and I get on with all of them, Sophie however is in a few of my lectures, so as we didn't know anyone when we arrived having something in common lead us to being friends. We each met further friends throughout the first term and the two groups sort of merged giving us a friend group of 15 or so people. In short, if you fancy a drink, or a walk into town or whatever you don't usually have to go alone.
The boys we share with are Steve, Graham, Tom and Mark. Again, they are nice enough, typical blokes at University really. They are there for the drinking and the parties and each one at some point has tried to get into each of our pants. To my knowledge none of them have succeeded, and definitely not with me. They are cute enough, but sleeping with people you live with is just asking for awkwardness in my opinion.
Anyway, as I was saying. I am 19 years old, petite build. I weight around 50kg and stand just over five feet tall. I wear a dress size of six, or eight depending where I shop. My bra size is 32A. I have shoulder length brunette hair that I usually put back into a ponytail. I am a jeans / skirt and a t-shirt sort of girl. I will wear a dress, but I feel more comfortable in jeans, t-shirt and trainers.
Sophie is also 19 years old. She wears a dress size of 10 and I would guess weighs 60 - 70 kg. It is one thing you don't ask, "Hey, what do you weigh?" Best way to isolate a girl in one easy question. I have never seen her wearing less than pyjamas, but i would guess that her bra size was 36C or there abouts. She has blonde hair that she normally wears loose and it stops mid way down her back. She also is usually seen wearing jeans or a skirt and a t-shirt.
It was a Thursday afternoon as I let myself back into our flat. "Hey," I shouted as I went in and kicked my shoes off by the door.
"Hello," Sophie replied, "You eaten?"
"Not yet," i said.
"Bit of pasta in the pan if you want it," she said looking over her shoulder at me from the sofa.
"Ta," I said helping myself to a portion and sitting on the sofa opposite.
We did have set seats if it was a full house, but Thursday was an afternoon off for us so we usually had the flat to ourselves. Unless of course one of the others was skiving or whatever. "Anyone else in?" I asked.
"Don't think so," she said, "I haven't checked rooms though."
I finished my lunch and got up taking her bowl with me. I did the dishes and left them to drain. As was usual there is very little on that is worth watching so we loaded up the PS4. We loaded Nighogg, not sure if you have heard of it, but it is a basic stick person graphic fighting game. You can use fists and kick, or you can get a sword. It is one of those games where if you play online, you had may as well cut out the middle man and just pull your pants down and bend over. Sophie and myself were at a generally even level and was the go to game that we played.
The PS4 was brought in by Steve, but he allows anyone to use it and he even brought in two controllers that everyone uses. We started to play and the usual casual fighting happened with the comedy deaths. The number of times we just ran onto each other sword and died, or jumped onto a sword or something equally stupid.
"Anyone would think you like being penetrated," Sophie said with a grin.
"Yeah, you are hardly a virgin," I replied with a smile as I stabbed her in the chest and she died.
"Little lower though," she grinned back at me as she re-spawned.
"I bet," I said to her as she parried my high shot, swept my leg and plunged her sword through me as I laid on the floor. "Ooo, nice," I acknowledged as I re-spawned.
"On your back with a sword in you?" she teased.
"Oh I wish," I replied as I threw my sword at her. She was not paying attention and it hit her in the head.
We were both teenage girls at University. Personally I didn't go for sex, but lets be honest, it was pretty much on tap and if you had an urge that needed scratching it was easy enough to find a willing participant. That sounds so much like a cattle market, and also makes me sound like a proper slag, and I wont lie, I did have a fair few sexual partners during my University years. Not double figure numbers, but more than mother would approve of. And waaaay more than dad would approve of.
It was also never too early to have a drink. Sophie got up and handed me a bottle of beer. It was a no named budget supermarket brand, but it tasted okay. "Wanna spice it up?" Sophie asked me.
How so?" I asked half distracted as I tried to stab her but missed and she countered with a successful attack of her own.
"Loser gets a forfeit?" she said with a grin.
"What type of forfeit?" I asked her as I easily killed her as she stopped playing to look at me.
"Lets start with clothes?" she suggested.
"Oh really," I said looking at her. I had now stopped playing and was looking at her as she nodded as she looked back at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Yep," she said.
"In a communal living room?" I asked her glancing at the door and back at her again. She was wearing a knee length black skirt with a white t-shirt. She also had some trainer socks on and I assume some sort of underwear.
"Yep, why not," she said with a smile.
