stripped slowly and shyly, standing before Melanie, who appraised her, touched her, stroked her.
And so her sexual awakening had been quick and intense. And it had all felt very natural. Going down on her roommate soon became second nature. Taking it in turns to stand bare-breasted at the window whilst the football team ran past in training became an often-practised dare. A dare with the added thrill of having a girl’s tongue pressed between your thighs. That way Suzanna discovered how much her breasts, and those of other women, delighted her. Melanie’s were full, with big, dark nipples. Her own were smaller, pert, her nipples pink. She would pinch each of them, press them against the cold glass to make them harden, squirming with delight as Melanie’s tongue slid across her clit.
For the first time in her life Suzanna thought she was beginning to feel something approaching love. Melanie offered her more than just sex. She offered affection too, and Suzanna was under her spell. She would do anything for Melanie, who listened and responded to Suzanna’s doubts. Encouraged her.
Some nights they would lie together, limbs entangled, in a post-coital glow, whispering, sharing dreams, intimacies, hopes. Things she had never shared with anyone before. But it was not to last.
Their discovery was apparently accidental. Melanie’s boyfriend, Jake, walked in on them, in flagrante.
‘So, that’s what you two do when I’m in football training. I’d heard rumours. There have been sightings. Not good for training, hard cocks.’
He was still in his kit, although he was pulling his shirt off over his head.
Would he be joining them? Suzanna wondered, pulling a sheet around herself. Melanie lay back on the bed, her thighs raised and parted, her cunt shining from the mingling of her own juices and Suzanna’s saliva.
‘It’s fucking rude to interrupt, Jake.’ Melanie’s tone was lazy. Suzanna was astonished to see her right hand feel between her lips, parting them, giving him a full-on view.
Her own cunt tightened with desire, and surreptitiously her fingers found her nipples.
‘It’s rude to cheat on your boyfriend, Melanie.’
His tone was lazy too. His hands were in his shorts. Suzanna could see the outline of his erection. Again her cunt tightened.
‘And with another woman. What do you think my mates will think?’
Melanie had shrugged.
‘Who cares what your mates think? And if you’re that bothered, join us. I bet they would.’
Her tone was challenging, questioning. He grinned, as though this was an offer he couldn’t refuse.
‘Hey, Suzanna, you first?’
He was stepping out of his shorts now, openly stroking his cock. She could make out a glistening drop of liquid on its tip.
She shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. Her cunt had never experienced cock before. Not that it was virgin cunt. Not by any stretch. She and Melanie had experimented – first with fingers, fists, hairbrush handles, and finally with a vibrator.
Her cunt was ready to take anything.
‘Go, girl.’ Melanie sounded encouraging, and was now kneeling beside her, pulling the sheet down, massaging her nipples, making long, warm strokes down her body, widening her thighs, tangling her fingers in her pubic hair, tugging it. Preparing her.
‘Suck him first, he likes that.’
‘Don’t all men?’
So, once Jake had approached, Suzanna bent her head and licked the drip of come from the tip. Jake inhaled. Then she took his length in her mouth. And improvised. From the sounds he was making she guessed she was kind of getting it right. Cupping his balls, stroking between his thighs, using her hand to enhance the feeling her mouth was bestowing on him.
And he, in return, ground his cock into her mouth, pushing, thrusting.
She thought he must be close.
‘Finish off inside her,’ Melanie demanded, having slipped easily into the role of director.
Suzanna fell back onto the bed. Jake groaned. She suspected he would have liked to do both. Come in her mouth, and fuck her, and Melanie too if he could. But he looked willing enough to enter her, falling to his knees between her thighs.
And Melanie appeared willing to help, parting Suzanna’s lips, helping ease Jake’s cock inside her, giving Suzanna tiny, encouraging kisses, on her breasts, her mouth, her belly.
Suzanna was on fire as Jake hammered into her, burying his cock deep, and her cunt welcomed it, drawing him in. Her clit tingled and tensed, responding to Melanie’s fingers strumming across it.
And then the familiar ripples began, starting in her belly and pulsing downwards. She threw her head back, and let herself go. And he, in return, convulsed into her, his cock pounding now, then slowing as his release was almost complete.
‘Well done, you two,’ said Melanie, smiling, her fingers firmly buried between her own thighs, flicking and circling. ‘I like it when my friends become friends.’
And the afternoon had continued in the same vein. Jake watched Suzanna go down on Melanie, followed by a quick fuck between boyfriend and girlfriend before Melanie rushed off to a lecture.
‘She told me to come up, you know,’ Jake told Suzanna, as she dressed, feeling shy now, alone with him in the room. ‘Promised you to me. I’ve watched you at the window, knew she had her tongue inside you. And she offered you up. On a plate. That girl doesn’t give a shit, you know.’
And that betrayal had ended Suzanna’s brief medical career. Her trust had been broken. She packed her bags and left one afternoon, when Melanie was in lectures.
‘Thanks for nothing, bitch,’ read the note she left behind.
Which was somewhat disingenuous. Because she did have something to thank Melanie for. And Jake too, if she was honest. He was her first taste of cock, after all. They had both contributed towards her burgeoning sexual confidence.
Years later she’d wondered if what Jake had told her had been the truth. Melanie liked playing games, sexual ones, she knew that. But betrayal? That had come as a surprise to Suzanna. Melanie had appeared genuinely astonished when Jake came into the room. And she’d complained about his jealousy in the past. Had said she was thinking of dumping him because of it. Suzanna wondered if, rather than betraying her, she had indeed merely been sexually opportunistic on Jake’s arrival. Getting off on the thrill of it all. As Suzanna had too.
But this didn’t occur to her at the time; she was too young, too naïve to see through Jake. She left university and the UK, travelling first to Paris, then further afield. Singapore, Sydney. Meeting people, and fucking them. Like a sailor, she had a man or a woman in each port. And that was how she made up for the lack of love in her life – by fucking strangers. Living from a suitcase; ever transient. She was self-aware enough to realise what she was doing. For her, fucking became love, in its many and various forms. For now, she wanted to remain remote from the entanglement of emotions you felt when someone drew you in, then spat you out. She was no way ready for that, not now, probably never.
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