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.
