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Story for your pleasure this is the first part of a much larger story please tell me what you think My name is Nat and this is the story of how I came to live at 22 victory close. When I look back now at how I used to be before I came to university I can’t help but laugh. To think I was that innocent that naïve, that young. I was eighteen the year that l left the home I knew, and moved into halls. I remember feeling so grown up, how little I knew. Before university I had taken a gap year to get some funds under my belt. A task I failed at miserably. So with just a student loan behind me I packed my stuff and headed out into the wide world, to university. I had such high hopes. I remember driving up to the halls my parents in the front of the car I can still remember the looks on their faces as we drove up to the building, the disapproval hidden behind their smiles, not that I could blame them. The halls I had chosen to move into were, to put it bluntly, a dive. But they were cheap, and that meant more money I could spend on myself. And I was determined to have a good time spending it. My boyfriend had dumped me only three weeks before, I wish I could say I had not seen it coming but he had made it quite clear he saw our relationship going nowhere, in other words he had grown tired with my no sex before marriage decree and decided to go and get laid. At least he had broken up with me rather than cheated on me with my best friend like his predecessor had. But that was the past. I was a uni girl now, the future still ahead of me! There would be plenty of guys here at uni. At least some of them must understand how I felt, who knows I might even find true love! If only I had known. I spent most of the afternoon moving my stuff into my cramped little room off the kitchen. There were three other rooms in my floor, the room next to mine had obviously been taken already but the rest of the rooms stood empty, I began to wonder when the others would move in, what they would be like and so on. It seemed almost surreal moving my stuff that had lived for so long in my bed room at home into this new and strange place. my parents had left early on not wanting to feel as if they were cramping my style, it had been a teary good bye and I had promised to come and visit them often and to call my mum whenever my studies would allow. As the afternoon wore on I began to crave company more and more, my other house mates had not materialised, and the flat was starting to feel lonely and depressing in the fading light. I decided I needed a night out. Looking through the notices on the caulk board in the kitchen I noticed a flyer inviting all new fresher's to the union for the fresher's welcome party. Intrigued and not a little lonely I decided it would be the perfect place to go and meet some knew people, maybe even my missing house mate. So it was with that in mind I had a nice long shower and got dressed up in a long flowing dress and made my way out to the party. It was a long walk from my halls to the student union building but it was a pleasantly warm evening with just the hint of a summer breeze it was so lovely that the walk was even pleasant, and I could feel the disappointment and nerves falling away with the beauty of it all. I was in such a good mood that even the wolf whistles and cat calls from obviously drunk students could not dampen my high spirits. I was in such a daze that I barely noticed the union until I was right on top of it. My first thoughts as I approached were more than a bit disheartening. Everyone waiting outside was standing in little clumps that moved in an intricate dance never coming too close to another group as if everyone knew someone they could stand with and were afraid to talk to anyone else. I stood alone at the edge of the crowed without even other people from my halls to stand with. A little of my earlier loneliness began to return and with it a small quiet voice in my head suggesting that all of uni could be like this with myself always alone on the outside of the crowd. I berated myself and swallowed the little voice. I was going to enjoy tonight, there had to be someone else out there in that cowed alone like me I just had to find them. Determined not to let it get to me I joined the queue to enter the building. As I walked through the crowed more than a few heads turned my way as I passed, some in idle curiosity some obviously Liking what they saw; flattered, I ignored them all they all looked nice enough but they were all. That was until I saw him. John, he stood a little taller than the others men around him wearing a bright yellow tee shirt and a small badge with his name on it on a ribbon around his neck. As I drew closer he turned his eyes my way as so many others had done already but he was different under his gaze I thought I would melt the heat in his eyes warmed my cool skin, and brought a slow flush to my face. Surprised by my own reaction I lowered my eyes feeling that if I looked into his eyes too long I would drown in them, smiling coyly I walked slowly passed him into the hall I could feel the warmth of his gaze on me the whole way. I was no stranger to attraction but this was different, electric it had never taken me so quickly and so completely. Once inside and out of his mesmerising gaze I felt relieved, I looked round the room and was immediately shocked by the sheer press of people, all of them looking as lost and as self-conscious as I felt. Here were the people I had been looking for, the people here alone and lost just like me and now standing in front of them I found I was unable to bring myself to approach any of them and start a conversation, what would I say. Slowly I made my way to the bar deciding that I needed a drink to loosen my tongue and secretly to recover from my shock outside. Finally with drink in hand I stood alone in a corner marvelling over all the people packed into the union. The place seemed so full of life and sound! The drink was flowing from the bar and the awkwardness of the party goers became less and less, people started to talk to one another, some began to dance others just stand and chat. In my corner I just watched it all nursing my drink not yet ready to be part of the crowd. Looking round room I saw him again, John he was sat in a chair not far from my corner in his lap sat a pair of beautiful girls, I felt the jealousy rise unwanted inside of me I crushed and looked his way again wanting to banish these silly feelings. As I looked again I could not believe it both of these girls were gladly taking it in turns to snog him I could even see from my vantage point the movements of their tongues against the inside of his cheek, he would spend some time kissing one before she would pull away, then the other girl would turn his head to her and she would begin while the other watched. Never before had I seen anyone so open about it. I had seen couple kissing before yes, and I even knew of a couple of girls who had gotten drunk one night and had been taken home by one guy, but they had always seemed almost ashamed of it, nothing like this. Looking round the room I could see that many of the other people around me had had similar reactions as myself but we in the minority. For the most part people just ignored it, as if it were normal, something that happened every day. I could not believe what I was seeing I just sat there staring I could not help it. Eventually I had to drag my eyes away. The sad part was that a part of me even now yearned to be one of those girls. Sitting on his lap and kissing him not caring that I was not the only one. Closing my heart I turned away from the strangely compelling sight and walked bravely out into the room. I spent most of the rest of that party drinking and chatting all the time avoiding John and his girls. I even managed to meet a few nice people and got a few and offers for a drink. But all too soon the party came to a close. Each of the hall wardens gathered up the students from their halls and began the drunken trek home. I stood alone; all the new people I had met had already been called, waiting for someone to call out the name of my hall. Sitting there my thoughts drifted back to John and his girls, I wondered what halls they were from and wondered if they were both going to take him home or if they had already left. So deep in my thoughts was I that I almost missed the call. Turning sharply I turned to see my hall warden for the first time. My heart both jumped and fell at the same time standing there on the stage, with one girl on each arm stood John calling for my halls. It looked as if my question about if they were going home with him were answered, why did he have to be my hall warden. Slowly I rose, an odd mix of excitement and horror merging inside me, the thought of living with him both exciting me like never before and filling me with dread. He watched me as I made my way across the bar. I could clearly see him looking me up and down appraising me and clearly liking what he saw, despite the presence of the girls on his arms part of me started to melt inside and part chided me for my foolishness. As I approached the girls looked at me as well and I got a good look at them for the first time. It was clear that they were both beautiful , not in the traditional blond hair blue eyes way but in a deeper and more sure way. I knew then that I could never compete with these two; I was no slouch in the looks department but these two looked good even to me. I nodded to them as I got to the stage, not trusting myself to speak, my insides turmoil of emotions made worse by the amount I had had to drink. John just smiled at me with a knowing look sparkling in his eyes and steered us all out in to the cold night. We walked most of the way to the flat in silence, the girls never straying too far from john’s side. None of us had a coat and I could clearly see the girl’s hard nipples pushing against the thin fabric of their tops. I could not help but look at them surprised that the girls had come out on a night like this without a bra, but then again looking at them it stopped being surprising. John for the most part seemed to be almost oblivious to my presence walking along occasionally stopping to kiss one of the two girls. One time I was sure he had his hand up one of their tops caressing her breasts, I could clearly see his hand moving caressing, watching him my own breast began to tingle as if craving his touch. Angry with myself I turned away and started to walk again and soon they caught up. Once let into our hall I went straight to bed not wanting to watch john kiss the girls goodnight or worse yet watch them all head into his room knowing what would happen in there and secretly wanting to be a part of it all. I closed the door a little harder than I had planned to angry with my own turmoil of emotions blaming the drink and promising never to drink again all the while knowing I would not keep that promise. As I was getting undressed I began to wonder what other promises I had made myself but would soon be breaking but I closed down that line of thought with a snap and climbed into my cold bed. Lying under my covers I could hear giggling coming from the room next door, so the girls had gone into his room it made sense to me now that his room was the one next door it was the only other room that had been taken. listening and trying not to I could hear giggles and the occasional words come through the wall, I could hear the sounds as if the walls were as thin as paper I could hear when john kissed one of the girls, the soft moans that are unique to the act of kissing I could even here john talking at the same time meaning the girls were not just kissing him but each other. I began to form images in my mind unbidden images of the girls kissing each other and kissing him the images causing a low burn deep in my belly. Slowly the sounds changed from kissing noises to moans and gasps, I could hear the squeak of the bed and even make out the voices of the girls egging him and each other on, asking for harder or deeper, telling him what they wanted him to do where they wanted it and how. Never before had I heard other people having sex. Images burned through my mind built up to match the noises I was hearing. I had ad a boyfriend once who had brought a porno in an attempt to get me to go further, I now used those images with the girls and john as the characters. It was so loud it sounded like it was in the room with me as if I could roll over in my bed and see it all for real. As the girls screamed louder and louder my breathing came in sharper and sharper bursts. I could feel the rush of my own juices flowing, my own body responding, wanting to be there, wanting to be a part of it. part of me screamed for release, it did not care there were other girls involved in fact it liked the idea, that part of me scared me more than a little but right here and now that part was in charge. Listening as john took pleasure in both of those girls. Visions of what he was doing to them and them and to each other flashed through my mind! Never before had I been so wet, so turned on. I wanted to be in there watching, taking part I wanted to feel his flesh against mine. If he came to my door now, I don’t know what I would have done, part of me would have been glad to followed him, part of me was tempted to just go and knock on his door, but I was not that far gone. But the pressure inside me became too much I could not ignore it I needed release I could not help it as I ran my fingers into the wet flesh of my body craving something else something warm and hard within me. I lay there, my own small moans drowned out by the screams from the room beyond. My cries getting louder and louder merging with the noises from beyond the wall and then in a fit of screaming so loud I could hear their voices getting . All our screams soared joining into a single note of ecstasy. And then it was over. I lay in a pool of my own juices feeling simultaneously liberated and ashamed of what I had done. I tried to reason with myself that it was natural, I even tried blaming the booze, but nothing helped I had done it because I had wanted to. I had wanted to do more; at least I had not crossed that line. Sleep took me slowly and my dreams that night were very vivid and very erotic. The next day I awoke refreshed and alert! The shame of the night before burned out by my dreams. Why should I be ashamed, I had not been in that room I had not had sex with anyone I had wanted to but I had held back. And ok I had masturbated big deal! It was not the first time would sure as hell not be the last. Especially if things like the previous night kept happening. Comfortable in myself once more I got up had a shower, got dressed and made my way to the university for the first day of induction all through my preparations I kept watching johns door half hoping to see him emerge or one of the girls at least but no one did so I walked on my own in the warm morning sun. all that day I sat in boring lecture after boring lecture all of them about nothing. I often found my mind wandering back to the night before, and what had happened in john’s room. I knew that sort of thing happened but I had never really thought about it before, to me sex had always been an intimate bond between a man and a woman and then only after marriage. I had been totally taken by surprise by my intense desire to join in, to get up out of my bed and go and ask to be a part of it. Ok I had thought of sex before, I was only human after all, but it had always only ever been me and my faceless husband, a sharing of deep feelings and bonds. Nothing like what I had heard in that room, lust for lusts sake. I had never felt a call for that kind of thing before at all and I never had even considered that a call like that could come to me especially in the form of a threesome or some such. But even now in the cold light of day, the thoughts of what I had heard, of what I had done, had the power to ignite that special fire low in my belly. Still I had taken a vow, a promise to myself, no sex before marriage and to that I would hold. But what about after I was married, what then. Maybe, just maybe I would get the chance to experiment? Lost in my thoughts the day passed swiftly and I returned home having heard nothing from the talks. I knew there would be another party tonight at the union and I wanted to look my best, I felt almost wild. Walking into the kitchen I found John sitting at the table, he smiled at me as I walked in, a smile full of dirty secrets "I hope we did not keep you awake last night?" were his only words of greeting. I could feel the colour spreading up my face his eyes in the full light of day had lost none of their power over me, and with memories of last night running through my mind I could stop the blush burning high on my cheeks. It was obvious that he had seen the blush. For once in my life I decided to be bold "Nah but it sounded fun." I had planned for it to come out jokey and full of confidence instead I almost murmured it my head hung low like and embarrassed school girl. John's face split into a huge grin as he smiled at me "You should have come and joined us" was all he said in such a way that I was unsure if he had meant it or not. Smiling even wider at my obvious embarrassment he climbed up out of his chair and headed to his room "maybe next time?" he shot back at me over his shoulder just as his door shut. My mind descended into turmoil of emotions and desires, unable to get a grip of the storm inside of my head I started to get things ready for my meal. Wondering all the time what the night would bring. |
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