Freshers Ch 01 1

Author's note - Hi friends! Well, here it is, the long-awaited follow-up to 'Un Sejour Inoubliable dans le Sud de France'. If you are new to the Tommy, Beth and Terri series, please be sure to read 'Tommy Meets Terri' for the full background story. But if you don't have time for that, I'll give you a quick synopsis:- Tommy and Beth are twins who have recently embarked on an incestuous love affair. Into the mix is added Beth's best friend Terri, a girl from a very sheltered and conservative family who until recently had never seen a naked male before. All that changed one afternoon on a visit to Beth's house (see Tommy Meets Terri) when Beth persuades her twin brother to help her give Terri a unique lesson on the wonders of the male body (and a lot more besides!).

Following their encounter in 'Tommy Meets Terri', our trio embark on a holiday to the south of France (see Un Sejour...). Whilst in France, the three of them continue their sexual adventure and also meet up with Alex and Jenny, a brother and sister from America who are backpacking their way around Europe. Tommy soon begins having erotic thoughts about Alex and eventually they both find out that their feelings are mutual and the two of them come to discover that they are bisexual.

This new story follows our trio over the course of their first year in university in the historic city of York in the north of England in 1985 as they continue their relationships with each other and make new discoveries along the way. However, they soon discover that the halcyon days of their French sojourn will give way to the realities of adult life.

As ever, all characters are over the age of 18, and no similarities with any persons, living or dead, or any companies/corporations is intended and are entirely coincidental.

Hope you enjoy the story!

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Chapter One - September 1985

Leaving Home (Beth)

Today would be an emotional day. We always knew it would be ever since Tommy and I had both been accepted for our university places. Today was the day we moved away from the family home on the Sussex coast to our little rented flat above an antiques shop in York, over 270 miles away. Most of our belongings and most of our clothes and things had already been carted up there before our recent (and unforgettable) holiday in France, so all we had to take with us were our suitcases containing the remainder of our wardrobes, our toiletries and a few days worth of provisions. Oh, and Tommy's guitar! It was his prized possession; a Gibson Les Paul with a cherry sunburst finish. Mum and Dad had offered to drive us, but Tommy and I, ever in the mood for adventure, decided it would be more fun to take the train there instead.

Of course, our parents were a little dismayed that we wanted to make the journey by ourselves, but they were somewhat relieved our goodbyes wouldn't have to be drawn out over the course of the entire day of travelling, and as a treat, Dad paid for us to travel first class.

"Are you quite sure the two of you will be okay?" Mum asked, concerned for us as always, "You'll have to find your way across London during rush hour to get to Kings Cross."

"I'm sure we'll manage." Tommy said patiently. Our journey involved having to make our way from Victoria station, where our first train from Brighton terminated, across the busy centre of London to Kings Cross station in order to make our connection for the train to York. "We'll take a taxi from Victoria if necessary."

"It won't be cheap." Mum cautioned.

"I know, but we'll do it that way if it puts your mind at rest." Tommy replied.

"Here." Dad said, rifling through his wallet and producing three crisp £5 notes, "This should take care of the taxi fare. And there should be enough for the two of you to get something for lunch along the way."

"Thanks Daddy, we really appreciate it!" I said as I gave him a brief hug of thanks.

"Well, your mother and I know how tight things can be for students. When I was at Oxford I led something of a hand-to-mouth existence myself, so I know how short the two of you will be for cash - at least until your student grants come through and you can get yourselves some part-time work."

Dad was the first in his family to ever go to university - he managed to get into Oxford University to study mathematics and physics. To say that granny and granDad were proud of him would be an understatement! He met our Mum there one evening in a pub where he was working, she was studying philosophy and was out with friends when their eyes met across the crowded bar. They soon fell in love and the rest as they say, is history.

"Is that everything?" Tommy said as he wheeled our cases outside onto the driveway.

Dad surveyed the scene briefly.

"Looks like it, Thomas. We'd best get you kids down to the station - as much as your mother and I would like you to not leave, we don't want you to miss your train!"

Just then, there was a squeal of bicycle brakes outside.

"Hiya! I couldn't let the two of you go without coming over to say goodbye!" Came the familiar voice.

"Hi Terri." I said as I gave my dear friend a warm hug.

"I'm really going to miss you two." Terri said, a little tearfully as we parted.

"And we'll miss you too Terri." Tommy added as he gave Terri a goodbye hug of his own.

Our holiday had been a truly life-altering experience, for Tommy and Terri particularly. She had lost her virginity to Tommy and had really come out of her shell. There had been one or two occasions where her over-compensating impetuousness had let her down, including one memorable evening when she had far too much to drink, but she was well on the road to blossoming into a confident young woman - the only stumbling-block in her life was her conservatively domineering mother.

"Have you told your Mum yet?" I asked her in a whisper, "About you... y'know, losing your virginity?"

Terri sighed heavily.

"I know I said I was going to." She said eventually, "But I just can't bring myself to do it y'know. She'd go... bloody ballistic! She'd demand to know what boy 'took advantage' of me, y'know because I couldn't possibly have consented could I? A pure white-as-the-driven-snow virgin from a good and morally respectable, God-fearing family? No, she'd try to make out that Tommy raped me or something, and I couldn't put Tommy through anything like that!"

"You've

got

to stand up to her." I said, looking her in the eye, "Otherwise she'll rule your life forever. And as for accusing Tommy of taking advantage of you, there's no way she could ever prove anything and besides, I was there remember?"

"I know, I know." Terri groaned in reply, "And I

will

stand up to her. But it has to be the right time - I'm just not quite ready yet."

"Come on kids! We need to get a move on!" Mum said as she got into the car.

"You'll be home for Christmas won't you?" Terri asked.

"Of course we will." Tommy answered.

"You know our address if you want to write and you have our phone number, you can ring us any time." I added, "If you ever need to talk about anything we'll always be just a phone call away."

"Thanks Beth, that means a lot." Terri said, wiping a tear from her cheek, "I'm really going to miss you guys!"

"And we'll miss you too Terri." Tommy said, giving her a friendly peck on the cheek, "We'll be back here before you know it."

We looked back at her as Tommy and I got into the car and Dad started up the engine.

"I hope she'll be okay." I said to Tommy as we pulled away, leaving Terri on our driveway alone and waving us goodbye.

"She'll be fine." Mum said reassuringly over her shoulder as we drove down the street, "We'll keep an eye on her for you."

"I hope so." I said. Mum didn't know the full story about Terri. She knew about her strict upbringing, but she had no idea about what we had got up to in France.

Besides her losing her virginity to Tommy, much more had happened to Terri during our memorable trip to the south of France. She had discovered Tommy and I having sex on our second night in France and for a horrible while I thought our friendship would be over. To my surprise however, she was more upset that Tommy was apparently 'taken' because she had eyes upon him herself. I didn't feel it was fair to have Tommy all to myself, especially since because we were brother and sister, what we were already doing was morally wrong, so sharing him with Terri wouldn't really make much difference to me. So I asked Tommy if he wouldn't mind having sex with her.

He agreed of course, I mean what boy wouldn't? And it was to prove to be the beginning of an unforgettable sexual and emotional journey for all three of us.

And then we met Alex and Jenny of course, which added a whole new dimension to our lives - especially for Tommy. I had always suspected there was more to my dear twin brother than met the eye. He was always such a sensitive boy you see, quite unlike his friends who were always only too happy to flex their muscles and try their best to come across as burly macho guys. It wasn't that Tommy was in any way effeminate. It was just that, unlike his contemporaries, Tommy wasn't afraid to show his sensitive, more feminine side from time to time. He was passionate about cooking and loved reading poetry, but he still did all the usual masculine stuff - he used to love riding his BMX with his mates and he loved heavy metal and classic rock, and he and Dad were both passionate about football and were keen supporters of the local team, Westborough United. But during our holiday when it became apparent that he was attracted to boys as well as girls, well let me just say that I wasn't entirely surprised by the revelation.

Tommy had fallen in love with Alex, and to his surprise the feeling was mutual. He and Alex even went out on a date together which led to a rather romantic nocturnal liaison on the beach near our rented villa. I know he expected me to feel betrayed and furiously jealous about it all, but quite to the contrary, I was delighted for him. I knew it was something that would take some getting used to, for both of us really, but I knew that denying his feelings about boys would tear him up inside so I was somewhat relieved when it was all out in the open. If only he had been able to come out to Mum and Dad about it. I knew our parents, in stark contrast to Terri's Mum, would be okay about Tommy being bisexual, but I knew it was Tommy's decision about when he felt confident enough to tell them. He knew he had my undying support, and I'd be right behind him whenever he decided to tell Mum and Dad about his sexuality.

An uneasy silence descended upon the car as Dad drove us from our home town to the main railway station in the neighbouring town of Brighton. We could have caught the train in Westborough-on-sea but there was no direct service to London from there, so it made sense to head straight for Brighton and avoid having to change trains. I guess we were all pretty much lost to our own thoughts - leaving home was such a big step for Tommy and me, and suddenly having an empty home for Mum and Dad would take some getting used to for them. Of course they were overjoyed about us going to university, and even more so when by sheer chance we were both accepted into courses in the same city. Tommy was studying archaeology at the University of North Yorkshire, while I had been accepted onto a degree course in fashion design and art at the York Institute of Art & Design. The two campuses were a couple of miles apart, either side of the city centre, and the little flat our parents had rented for us was nicely located at the southern end of the city centre roughly halfway between the two campuses.

For a moment, I wondered what our American friends Alex and Jenny were up to at that very moment. They were spending a year backpacking around Europe, slumming it from one hostel to another. We first encountered them on the beach near our rented villa. Well, in truth it was Tommy who met them first while he was fetching us some drinks at the little beach kiosk - my first meeting with them was under somewhat different circumstances...

While we were at the beach, I stumbled across a little passageway through the cliffs that led to a hidden cove. The next time we went to the beach, I took Tommy and Terri to show them the little cove I found. When we found it, we stumbled upon something we never expected to find: a naked young couple in the euphoric throes of making love. A young couple that turned out to be the young Americans Tommy had met only a couple of days earlier, and I was shocked to find out that like Tommy and me, this couple in the act of having sex were also brother and sister. After a somewhat shaky start, we found out we got on famously with them and we spent the rest of that day playing and cavorting in the altogether with our new friends. Many an inhibition was shed that afternoon!

After half an hour or so, we pulled up outside Brighton railway station. Mum joined Tommy and I in the station concourse whilst Dad went and found somewhere to park the car. He rejoined us a few minutes later.

"Well then, looks like this is it." He said as he found us.

"You're quite sure you'll be okay getting across London?" Mum asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

"They'll be fine." Dad said reassuringly placing his hand on Mum's arm, "They're fully grown adults now. They managed to get themselves to and from the south of France okay. I think they can manage to get themselves to York without too much bother."

"You're right, I know." Mum sighed in reply, "You'll just have to forgive me for getting a bit emotional. My babies are leaving home!"

"They're

my

babies too." Dad said as he draped a comforting arm over Mum's shoulder, "I know exactly how you feel."

Just then the station announcer's voice crackled into life over the public address system.

"Platform 5 for the 07:35 service to London Victoria, calling at Haywards Heath, Gatwick Airport, East Croydon, Clapham Junction and London Victoria. Platform 5 for the 07:35 service to London Victoria."

"Well, that's us." Tommy said, picking up his suitcase and his guitar case.

Mum and Dad accompanied us to the train and helped us stow our luggage on board. In those days, first class carriages still consisted of individual compartments, and Tommy and I had a compartment all to ourselves. Well, at least until the next stop - it was a rush hour commuter service and it would be almost certainly be standing room only by the time our train arrived in London.

There were tears a-plenty as we kissed Mum and Dad goodbye, especially from Mum and I, and even Dad and Tommy shed a few tears as the train door slammed shut and the guard blew his whistle. We leant out of the window as the train's motors whirred into life and gently gathered speed. Our parents jogged alongside right up until they reached the very end of the platform. With one final wave goodbye we left our old life with our parents behind. We were on our way.

The Journey (Tommy)

I looked at my sister as our train left Brighton station and we began our journey northwards to London. Poor Beth was in tears, bless her, and so I did what was expected of me as a caring, thoughtful brother and gathered her in my arms. This was not just a hug of fraternal love, but also one of genuine ardour. I loved my sister like no one else on earth. I knew it was wrong to have such feelings for her - society tends to take a dim view of incest - but I simply could not deny those feelings. I knew Beth felt the same way about me. Maybe there is some truth in twins having a psychic connection.

Now out of sight of our parents, I leant in and kissed Beth. Whenever we kiss I feel as though everything is all right with the world, as if not even a nuclear explosion could distract us from our love for each other. Little jolts of electricity race up and down my limbs whenever my skin touches hers, and my whole being feels so deeply connected to her that I could swear sometimes we become some kind of shared consciousness.

"Come on." I said with a sigh as soothingly and reassuringly as I could, "We've got a long ride ahead of us - fancy a game of cards to help pass the time?"

We retreated to our compartment and I extracted a pack of playing cards from my coat pocket and sat down to play. It was only a simple game of Patience, or

Solitaire

as our American friends would no doubt have known it, but it helped to pass the time for a while. With each stop along the way, the train was boarded by more and more commuters. In standard class it was sure to be standing room only. By the time we reached the penultimate stop at Clapham Junction, which proudly boasted a sign announcing itself to be 'Britain's Busiest Railway Station,' even first class was getting pretty crowded.

Our train pulled into the terminus at Victoria station just over 90 minutes after leaving Brighton. Suddenly, we found ourselves immersed in the frenetic hustle and bustle of the London rush hour; there were people everywhere! We were no strangers to London. Mum and Dad regularly took us on excursions into the capital throughout our childhood, for sightseeing, visiting museums and for numerous shopping expeditions, but those visits were always during the weekend. London on a normal working weekday at rush hour is a very different prospect!

We had no appointed time to be at our flat in York, and were in no rush to get to Kings Cross station, so, rather than join the enormously long queue for a taxi outside the station, we decided to visit one of the cafes for a cup of coffee and a bacon sandwich, intending to wait an hour or so to give most of the rush hour queue some time to dissipate.

When we eventually made our way to the taxi rank, the queue had shrunk considerably, and we only had to stand in line for about five minutes or so before we reached the head of the queue. The distinctive and evocatively classic black London taxi cab pulled up in front of us and I opened the door to allow Beth to get in. I passed our cases to her and as she set about stowing them on the floor of the taxi. I popped my head into the driver's window.

"Where to, sir?" The cabbie asked as he flicked on his meter.

"Kings Cross station, please." I said and then joined Beth on the back seat, carefully placing my guitar case on the floor by our suitcases.

"Off on holiday, are we?" The cabbie asked cheerily as we pulled out into the busy London traffic.

"Off to university, actually." Beth replied, "We're both off up to York to study - my brother here is studying archaeology, and I'm off to study art and design."

"Oh right." The cabbie said as he drove down the street, "Beautiful city, York. Took the wife up there for a weekend away a couple of years back. She loved all the old medieval buildings in The Shambles, and we spent ages in the Minster."

"Yeah, we can't wait to get up there." I said, even though we had already been several times over the summer, attending university admissions interviews and making arrangements for our rented flat and moving our belongings up there in preparation for our moving in.

"My daughter wants to go to university up in York, she wants to study architecture. I can't tell you how proud of her I'll be if she gets accepted, when I was a kid I dreamt I would have the chance to go to university one day. Alas, as a young man married to a young wife with a baby girl to provide for, I had to find work to provide for them."

"That's a real shame." Beth said out of genuine sentiment, "You could always take up a course through the Open University though."

"I already have done!" The cabbie answered with a chuckle, "I spent the last five years working on a degree in English literature, and I graduated back in the summer, with honours!"