I met Kate on the very first day when we both moved into the Gower Street halls at UCL the same weekend. My parents helping me and hers helping her. A quick "hi" to each other as we lugged cases up the stairs. Then the awkward "please can you go now" to our parents without saying it. Hugs and tears and goodbyes. Then settling back into the communal kitchen to meet the people sharing. Kate was the nicest and easiest to strike up a friendship with. She was reading Law and I was reading Mathematics and Economics. But both of us enjoyed netball and had played for our schools, so the first evening we agreed to try that together.
Sure enough, we joined the UCL netball club and started what was called "light training". I found the drills exhausting but Kate was obviously a natural athlete and excelled. The first Saturday came and we had a friendly match within the club. I thought how much I would enjoy the energy and competition, the team bond and celebration. I thought how good it was going with a mate - Kate. Afterwards sitting on the changing benches, I asked Kate if she wanted to go for a drink later. She shook her head and explained that her boyfriend Martin was coming over that evening. This was news to me, and I asked about him. Apparently, they had been together for the last year. He was going to the University of Newcastle and was coming from their hometown to see Kate before the Monday when he was going up. We chatted on and I asked if she had had other boyfriends, but she said not. So I was expecting soppy sweethearts, though up till now it hadn't been how I saw Kate.
We got back from netball to our rooms. Kate's room was by the kitchen, so I decided that was where I'd be that evening. Around 6pm, a smart fit guy turned up - one I could imagine my parents not minding if I brought him home. It was Martin. No sooner had he arrived than they disappeared straight into Kate's bedroom. A few minutes later there was the sound of the bed rocking. "One" I said to myself smirking as, only a few minutes later, Martin was obviously cumming inside Kate. Apart from the occasional rush to the bathroom - shared too in the Halls - that was where they stayed till 9pm. By which point, I'd heard Martin do his duty and give Kate her orgasm and heard them have sex in what I assume was two more positions. At 9pm, Kate popped out just wearing an oversized t-shirt.
"Oh hey" she said blushing a little "you're here."
"Well, my plans didn't work out" I said smiling.
"Maybe next weekend" leaning down and kissing my cheek. Then I realised I was smelling their sweat and sex, as I plonked myself back in the armchair. Something I rather enjoyed inhaling.
She made some toast and spread it with Nutella. Then disappeared with the toast - and the jar - back to her room. Then there was conversation. Then there wasn't. Then there was the sound of Kate moaning. I thought about where I would spread the Nutella if I were with them and this time I masturbated as Kate obviously climaxed.
Afterwards there was more talking and less clattering of furniture. Martin was obviously spent. So, I went to bed and masturbated again. I knew then just how drawn I was to Kate. What I didn't know was whether she would understand my journey.
We carried on meeting after lectures and going training at netball together. Within the week though, she was referring to Martin as her 'ex'. Apparently, they had decided that the practicality of staying a couple if you were not seeing each other was not what either wanted. So, they had officially broken up. That evening we talked in her bedroom so we could open up some more. I asked her wouldn't cyber sex and phone sex work with Martin. She just laughed and said that he was way too vanilla for that. That was some admission and we carried on. She asked what I liked and I said that I kind of liked romantic love but kinky sex got me horny like nothing else. That sparked interest from her and she asked what my favourite kinks were.
"Thinking about threesomes, incest, anal, spanking all turn me on."
"Fuck. Have you?" I shook my head - choosing not to lie out loud. But I knew this topic wasn't going away between us.
"I get off reading erotic writing with those themes." And so, dear reader, I introduced Kate to the literotica site. I could see she was going to open her laptop the moment, I left. It was fun planting the seed.
We carried on for the next few weeks with lectures, tutorials, essays and assignments. Busy, busy, busy girls mixing and keeping fit in the gym and on the court. Then reading week came and she asked my plans. I said I was going home, and she asked if her friend Jenny could stay in my room while I was away. Jenny was another schoolfriend from home but wanted to see London. She was at Exeter University. So, I handed Kate my key before leaving and headed home for the week.
When I got back my key was in my cupboard in the kitchen. My room was tidy. The bedding had been washed. The bed was made and there was a bottle of Prosecco on it with a 'thank you' card. I put it in the fridge, looking forward to catching up with Kate. She got back mid evening looking cooler than ever in immaculate skinny jeans and a jumper that just folded around her tits. She seemed happy to see me too. I thanked her for taking care of my room and invited her to share the Prosecco. We went to my room with a couple of glasses and popped the bottle open. After a couple of glasses each, I asked whether I had left anything embarrassing in my room.
She grinned "Like you didn't know? We found the we-vibe on the first night. Interesting choice. Where did you get it?"
I glanced at her and said cautiously "My mum bought it me."
"Fuck - you have a different relationship to your mum compared to me." Kate was on her knees on my bed bouncing excitedly like the time I told her my interest in kinky sex.
"Yeah - well my parents have always been open with me sexually."
She stared with open mouth.
"They are swingers."
There was a little squeal of delight.
I grinned "So I guess there is something in my genes."
And so, we were onto kinky sex again. Drinking and laughing and getting more turned on. She admitted to reading the stories last week and was reading them with Jenny.
She and Jenny had 'practised' at school with boy-girl games, kissing and making out. Each one used to take turns to play the boy in their little games. But this week Jenny had turned up with a strap on to take the games to their conclusion. Reading literotica had just spiced things up and by the end, Jenny had started calling Kate "Sis" as she fucked her and when Kate had used the strap on up Jenny's arse, Jenny called her "Daddy".
The bottle was empty by this point and I wasn't hiding how I was touching myself as Kate described the things she had done with Jenny. She knew dirty stories turned me on and I was getting one of the hottest.
I pulled my panties down and said "Lesbian sisters?"
Kate smiled - I don't know if she said "sure" - we were instantly kissing and stripping and starting some drunk sex. She wanted to use the Prosecco bottle on me and within a few minutes she had the neck deep in my pussy as I was dripping. Then she got her mouth on my clit and made me cum on the bottle glass. Finally, I got to her snatch and worked my tongue on her slit. Quickly, I found she had a very big and very sensitive clit. I kept licking and staring at it. Then I experimented to get my lips round it and have a suck. It wasn't easy as she was humping each time, I tried taking it in. Eventually, I put my hand on her belly and pushed up. This sprouted the tiny penis-like clit out and held her down so I could suck on the beast. Within moments she writhed and screamed. Best orgasm I have ever given a girl. And then like sisters, we slept in each other's arms.
The next morning, we got through the awkward "you don't regret that, do you?" moment. I drew back the duvet so I could see her sexy body and she let me admire her. She did a bit of checking out on me, I'm sure.
Then I asked "Do you want to try the we-vibe, Mum gave me?"
Kate laughed and nodded.
"Mum fitted it on me the first time" I said.
"Show me" Kate replied.
"Get yourself ready" I told her fetching it and the controller.
She laughed and rubbed herself. "All ready, sis" she said once she was wet.
So, I fitted the dimpled end inside her, wrapped the heavy external end onto her amazing clit and switched the controller on. Within a minute, Kate was rolled over and humping on the bed as the vibe did its work on her clit and g-spot. I left her to have her climax and took my robe and made two coffees in the kitchen. By the time I got back, Kate was lying on her back with a sexy wet patch on the sheet between her legs.
"Mum has good taste" she said. Looking at me seriously "Am I awful?" Sigh - some rebuilding work to do, I thought.
And back to academic work and healthy sports we went. Depravity reserved usually for the weekends if we weren't with other friends around the college. Towards the end of term, in a late-night session with Kate, I told her about the swingers' party my parents go to every Christmas. This time I was invited, I told her.
"Oh my god that is so scary and exciting" she said. Kate was wriggling again like she does when we have these conversations.
"They are long-time members and apparently everyone's excited to meet me." I said nonchalantly.
"Mum and I can watch daddy fuck one of his regular partners."
Now Kate wasn't hiding that she was touching herself.
"Mum telling me who gives her the best orgasms - and it's two of the women" I tease, undressing as I continue the word foreplay with Kate.
We scissored and I couldn't help thinking of Kate's clit penetrating me. So good. After we both came, Kate simply said "Would your parents let you bring a friend?"
I kissed her mouth to say yes.
