Staying With Aunt Cath Pt 04

The number came up as 'Karen: Library girl.' Jenny answered it.

"Hi, it's Jenny."

"Jenny? It's Karen; from the library, a few Saturdays ago. How are you?"

"I'm okay," Jenny replied, "what's up?"

"Oh, well, I wasn't sure if you were going to call," Karen said, "so I thought I'd ring; you know, in case you'd lost my number."

Jenny smiled to herself;

"No," she said, "I haven't lost it." She could almost hear the tension at the other end; Karen was caught off-guard and didn't know how to react.

"Oh, okay, great," Karen said, "do you fancy meeting up for coffee sometime?" Jenny left a long pause before she answered.

"How about this morning?" Jenny said, keeping the older girl off balance.

"Um, yeah," Karen replied, "I can be in town in half an hour."

"Good," Jenny replied, looking at her watch. "Cafe Coho on Queens Road, by the station, at eleven."

"Great," Karen replied, "see you in half an hour." Jenny ended the call, leaving Karen looking at her phone. Jenny was pleased with herself; she had been in control of the situation the whole time and Karen was now on the back foot, rushing to get to the cafe, flustered because she'd had to call Jenny and unsure of herself because the situation had got away from her.

Jenny had been lying on her bed in her underwear and now put on a tight t-shirt and a short skirt, stepped into her trainers and was out the door in five minutes.

She walked along North St.,up Queens Rd and got to the cafe in twenty minutes. She was five minutes early and found a table where she could see the door. Right on time, Karen walked in. She was wearing a grey hoodie and tight jeans and looked around for a few seconds before she spotted Jenny. She sat down at Jenny's table and smiled.

"Hello," Karen said. Jenny smiled at her.

"Hi," Jenny said, "coffee?"

"A skinny latte, please."

Jenny went to get two coffees and brought them back to the table.

"How have you been?" Karen asked. Jenny smiled to herself. They had hardly exchanged more than a dozen words during the only other time they'd met but Karen was acting as if they had been friends for years.

"Fine," Jenny said, "you?" Karen laughed;

"Sorry," she said, "I'm a bit nervous; this is all a bit strange."

Jenny relaxed and took pity on the older girl. She laughed;

"It is, isn't it?" Jenny said. "Okay; why did you think that flashing me was a good idea?"

"I don't know what came over me but I fancied you as soon as you spoke to me," Karen said. Jenny interrupted her;

"What if I'd been straight? What if I'd been offended? If I'd reported you it might have been the end of your degree. What were you thinking?" Jenny asked.

"That's just it," Karen said, "I didn't think. I went to the toilet, took off my knickers and, when you looked up, opened my legs. I wanted to get a reaction from you." Jenny shook her head in disbelief.

"And I did, didn't I?" Karen whispered. Jenny laughed again, remembering the kiss and what had followed;

"I suppose you did," Jenny said. It was Karen's turn to laugh. They drank their coffee and chatted about their courses and the university. Jenny decided that she liked the girl and that she wanted to see her again.

"D'you want to go for a drink this weekend?" Jenny asked. Karen nodded;

"Great," Jenny said, "I'll let you know."

"Thanks for the coffee," Karen said as they left the cafe, "see you soon."

"I'll call you tomorrow," Jenny said as she started back down Queens Rd.

When she got back to Cath's Jenny told her Aunt about her meeting with Karen.

"That sounds like you did the right thing, love," Cath said, "where are you going to take her?"

"I thought about one of the bars up by the uni," Jenny replied, "they're cheap, and pretty safe places." Cath nodded her approval.

"Good; I'll pay for a taxi for you," Cath said, "I don't want you driving if you're having a drink and I know a few taxis who'll look after you." Jenny hugged Cath and leaned in for a kiss. They kissed, tenderly, and Jenny said,

"Thanks, Cath; what would I do without you?" She winked at her Aunt ;

"Cheeky," Cath said, grinning at her niece.

"Hi; are you still on for the weekend?" Jenny said into her phone.

"Sure," Karen said, "where d'you want to go?"

"How about Falmer?" Jenny said, "there's a DJ on Friday night."

"I haven't been there for months," Karen said, "sounds good."

"Great; see you there around nine?" Jenny said.

"If it comes to it, what are you going to tell her about me, about us?" Cath asked. It was early on Friday evening and Aunt and niece were eating dinner before Jenny went out.

"What I've told everyone; you're Cath, Mum's best friend, and I'm living with you to save money on accommodation," Jenny replied. Cath nodded her approval.

"Good; come on, help me clear this away. You have two hours before your taxi will be here," Cath said.

Jenny shut the bathroom door behind herself and undressed. She turned on the shower, stepped inside and opened the new bottle of shower gel she had bought. She poured some onto her hand and worked up a lather which she began to rub over her neck and shoulders, her upper chest and then her tits. Her sensitive nipples came to life and she began to massage her breasts, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation of the soap and water on her body. She stepped to one side to avoid the flow of water for a few moments and poured some more gel onto her hand. This time however, she didn't rub it into her other hand but between her legs. The feel of the cold, thick liquid was so sensual and she leant back against the side of the cubicle as she began to rub it into her cunt. She eased a lubricated finger inside, opening her legs and bending her knees as she did. She added a second finger and began to fuck herself, the gel helping her fingers to slide in and out easily, her cunt warm and wet and waiting to be fucked. As the fucking became more vigorous, her back slid down the glass and she sat on the floor as the orgasm began. She added a third finger and speeded up, beginning to feel the first wave of euphoria build up in her body. Slowly the orgasm headed towards her vagina and her legs jerked as it flooded her senses and her cum flooded her fingers. She pulled her fingers out and rubbed her clit as the orgasm engulfed her willing body. She let the gorgeous feeling wash over her and sat for a few minutes just enjoying the sensation. Finally she got up and finished washing herself, putting the top back on the bottle of gel and making a mental note to keep it for 'special occasions.'

Once she had dried herself and was back in her bedroom Jenny picked out the clothes she wanted to wear; a low, strappy top, a miniskirt, black knickers and a pair of wedge sandals. She put on some makeup and put her hair up into a ponytail before applying some red lipstick and looking at herself in the mirror. Her nipples poked against the thin, white material of her top and her legs looked great below the short skirt; she looked good and she knew it.

"Jen? Steve's here," Cath called out. Jenny went downstairs, said hello to Steve and Cath looked her up and down;

"You look gorgeous, love," Cath said, "now; I've paid Steve for both trips. You've got his number in your phone; just give him ten minutes notice later on. He'll drop Karen off if she can't get a cab herself. Have a great time." Cath kissed Jenny on the cheek and said to Steve;

"She's precious cargo so don't let me down, babe," Steve grinned at Cath; they were old friends and she had helped him to get set up as a taxi firm a few years back; he would do anything for her.

"Don't worry, Cath, she'll be fine," he said, "I'll look after her."

Steve pulled up outside Falmer Bar at five to nine. He jumped out of his car and opened the rear door;

"Thanks, Steve," Jenny said as she swung her leg out, giving him an eyeful of black knickers;

"No worries," he said, "now; if anything happens, just call me, okay?" Jenny smiled at him and turned to go into the bar;

"And be careful, alright?" Steve said. Jenny turned and smiled at him again as she went inside.

Within a few seconds of entering the bar Jenny was worried that she might have made a mistake in picking this particular place for her evening with Karen; it was packed with loud, excited students and the DJ was pumping out music at an ear-splitting volume. Conversation was impossible, as was obvious from the way people were shouting into each other's ears. Jenny began to walk around looking for Karen, acknowledging several friends as she covered every corner until she was back at the door. Someone put a hand on her shoulder and she turned to find Karen grinning at her;

"I just got here," Karen yelled.

"What?" shouted Jenny.

"I just got..." Karen gestured to the door and they went outside.

"I just got here," Karen said.

"Ah, okay," Jenny replied. "I'm not sure if this is the perfect place, to be honest."

"I am and it isn't," Karen replied. "Look, my house that I share is two streets away and everyone is out tonight. I know this is a bit odd but we could go back there. I've got wine and stuff and we could come back here later."

"What do you mean, 'a bit odd'?" Jenny asked. Karen smiled;

"Older student lures young fresher back to her house and ply's her with drink," Karen said. Jenny laughed,

"It's okay; I trust you," Jenny said.

"Why would you say that?" Karen said, teasing, "I flashed you the first time I met you"

"That's a fair point," Jenny said and they both laughed. Karen hooked her arm through Jenny's and they headed to the main road. It took just five minutes to get to a small terraced house which Karen pointed out was hers. She unlocked the front door, switched on a light and stepped in. She draped her jacket over the bannisters so Jenny followed suit. She followed Karen into the small kitchen, which was surprisingly tidy for a student house. Karen took a bottle of white wine from the fridge and two glasses from a cupboard and the two of them went into the lounge. Two chairs sat opposite a large sofa; a low table in between them. Karen put the wine and glasses on the table, sat down on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. Jenny sat down while Karen poured the wine.

Karen was wearing a man's shirt loosely tucked into a black leather miniskirt. The shirt was undone down to the bottom of her bra; or at least where her bra would have been if she'd been wearing one. She had strappy heels on which, for a student seemed an odd choice but, with her legs and that skirt, seemed exactly right.

They clinked glasses and sipped the wine. It was very different to the wine Cath bought but had a nice fruity flavour which Jenny liked.

"How many do you share the house with?" Jenny asked.

"Two;" Karen replied, "my friend Sian and her boyfriend, Will. Sian and I have been friends since our fresher days and she met Will a few months later. This house came up for rent during the summer and we grabbed it. They have the bigger bedroom at the front but I have the better view. We split everything three ways and it works well."

"How is it living with a couple?" Jenny asked.

"Oh, it's fine. Will's lovely and they're both very sporty so they're out quite a lot. Sian's noisy when they're fucking but I can live with that." They both laughed at Karen's bluntness.

"What about you; where do you live?" Karen asked. Jenny went through the story of her living with her Mum's best friend, Cath, and how the arrangement worked, without bringing the sex into it.

"Wow, you lucky bitch," Karen said, "is that for the whole course?" Jenny nodded.

"Fuck," Karen said, "you must get on well if you're prepared to stick it for three years."

"She's great and she knows everyone so I have an instant circle of friends," Jenny said. Karen nodded, mulling over this new information.

"So, how old is she?" Karen asked.

"She's a young 45," Jenny said. She was becoming wary of saying too much already. Karen nodded and shrugged her shoulders.

"Cool," she said and the topic seemed to be over.

"How long have you been into girls?" Jenny asked, eager to change the subject.

"Forever," Karen said, "I just never thought about boys, didn't really understand them; still don't." Jenny laughed.

"You?" Karen asked.

"Not long," Jenny replied, truthfully, "I've had boyfriends but have always wondered what it would be like with a girl..." She tailed off, suddenly aware of what Karen's next question would be.

"So, who took your lezzie cherry? Karen asked, looking intently into Jenny's eyes. Jenny had to think quickly;

"Just a girl at a party," she said, trying to be as vague as possible.

"A student party, here?" Karen asked. Jenny knew she had to shut this down before the lies got too complicated.

"No, back home; just before I came away," she said.

"Any good?" Karen asked, directly.

"Yes, actually; it was great," Jenny replied, picking up the bottle to top up their glasses. "How about you? Is there much sex to be had on campus?" Jenny asked, eager to stop being the focus.

"Fuck, yes," Karen replied; "I had more pussy in my first year than I'd had in five years at home." She grinned at Jenny who looked surprised, "and plenty since."

"Students?" Jenny asked.

"Students, lecturers, librarians and admin staff," Karen replied, "Oh, and a nurse."

Jenny stared at Karen, unsure if the boast was genuine.

"Okay; quite a few students, two lecturers, the previous librarian and three admin staff," Karen said, counting them off on her fingers.

"The nurse?" Jenny asked.

"Oh, yes. That was a few weeks ago; the nurse in the campus surgery." Karen let the sentence hang in the air.

"Tell me," Jenny demanded.

"A friend told me she'd been to see the nurse and that there was something not right about the woman. She'd been a bit too hands-on; a bit too personal with her questions. My friend is straight so I wondered if there was something in it," Karen said.

"What did you do?" Jenny asked.

"I decided to check her out from a distance first. She has her lunch in the cafeteria so I approached her and asked if I could sit at her table. She agreed so I sat down opposite her. Her name is Vanessa; she's in her late thirties and she is very good looking. She has short dark hair, decent tits and great legs. She was wearing the pale green nurses uniform but the top three buttons were undone, showing a bit of cleavage. I introduced myself and told her a bit about my time at uni but focused on an old sports injury to my hip."

"Was that real?" Jenny interrupted;

"No," Karen confessed, "I've never been sporty; but I needed to sow the seed for later." Jenny nodded, understanding the subterfuge. Karen continued,

"Vanessa told me to come and see her at some point so I took that as a chance to question her a bit. I asked how long she'd been a nurse;

"Fifteen years,"Vanessa said, "but just two years here."

"How do you like just treating a bunch of students?" Karen asked. Vanessa smiled,

"You mean hangovers, morning-after-pills and STD's?" Vanessa asked,

"I suppose so, yes," Karen said.

"Not at all," Vanessa said, "of course there is some of that but the surgery isn't open on Saturday and Sunday so students deal with most hangovers themselves. I get a lot of sports injuries and an increasing amount of mental health issues; so it's a pretty varied case-load."

"That's interesting," Karen said, "I guess I fell into the 'student-cliche' trap, didn't I?" Vanessa grinned,

"Don't worry," she said, "it's a common misconception, and it might have been true ten years ago; but kids today are a bit more responsible than we give them credit for." Karen nodded, keen to move the conversation to a more personal direction.

"What about you?" Karen asked, "Are you married; kids?" Vanessa looked down at her lunch, mumbling,

"No, and no," she said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Karen said, putting her hand on Vanessa's arm, "I didn't mean to get so personal; it's none of my business," she said, stroking the arm now and noting that the nurse did not pull her arm away.

"That's okay," Vanessa said, looking up at Karen's face. Karen smiled back at her, using her fingernails to trace circles on Vanessa's forearm. The nurse held Karen's gaze and an electricity passed between them. Suddenly, Vanessa pulled her arm away and began to collect her lunch things,

"I have to go," she said, "I have an appointment."

"Would it be okay if I made an appointment to see you about my hip?" Karen asked.

"Oh; yes, of course," Vanessa said, "yes, absolutely; speak to reception." She bent to pick up a plastic fork which had fallen to the floor. As she stood back up, for a moment, she remained in a position which gave Karen a clear view down the top of her uniform at her tits.

'Mmm! that was deliberate,' Karen thought. Vanessa left and Karen went straight to reception at the main entrance.

"Hi," she said to the woman manning the desk, "Vanessa has asked me to make an appointment to see her." The woman looked at he computer screen,

"Okay; when is convenient for you?"

"Tomorrow?" Karen asked;

"She only has the last appointment, at 4 o'clock," the woman said.

"Perfect," Karen said, "I'll take it." She gave the woman her name and contact number and left with the confirmation in her phone.

"So, what happened?" Jenny asked. Karen continued the story;

Karen arrived at the surgery the following afternoon at five to four. She sat in the corridor, opposite the door. She was wearing a low top and a tight miniskirt with matching red underwear; she sat with her legs slightly open. Soon, the door opened and a young man came out with Vanessa behind him.

"Thanks, Nurse," he said, "I'll see you next week."

"Be careful," Vanessa said, "and no running. You have to let the inflammation go down and that could take several days." The young man nodded and hobbled away down the corridor. Vanessa turned her attention to the girl sitting opposite and immediately got the flash of red under her skirt.

"Hi, Vanessa," Karen said, closing her legs. She looked up at Vanessa who was staring back at her. Karen raised her eyebrows and seemingly broke the spell.

"Sorry," Vanessa muttered, "miles away. Uh, come in; please." She stood aside to let Karen into the surgery. Karen took in a quick inventory of the room; desk, large chair, small chair, massage table, various cupboards and drawers. Vanessa sat in the large chair and indicated the small chair on the other side of the desk, to Karen. Karen sat down.

"Now," Vanessa said, "it was your hip, wasn't it?"

"Yes," Karen replied, "I fell playing tennis a few months ago and, even though the bruising has gone, it hasn't been right since." Vanessa made notes in a book, pausing to look up,

"Have you had any treatment; physio for instance?" Vanessa asked.

"No; I've been so busy that there just hasn't been time," Karen said.

"Okay, well, let's have a look shall we? If you can take your skirt off and get on the bed, on your back, please; I'll be in the other room." Karen jumped up, tugging at her skirt and saying;

"That's alright; we're all girls here." Karen turned her back to Vanessa and pulled the miniskirt down. She bent forward and her knickers slid halfway down her arse before the skirt came free and slid down her legs. She stood up and slowly pulled the red knickers back up, very tight. She turned back to Vanessa to see the nurse staring at the knickers. When Karen turned, she had a well defined cameltoe at the top of her legs and Vanessa began to blush. Karen walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, lying on her back and pulling her top up to her bra. After a while, Vanessa came and stood beside the bed, at Karen's waist.

"Which hip?" Vanessa mumbled.

"The left one, just here," Karen said, pointing at the left-hand hip bone.