My best friend, Carl, and I had started university together this Autumn. Different courses, but at the same place. We were rooming together in halls just off campus. Coincidentally, or not, his girlfriend: Jess, and one of her friends: Abby, had also started at the same uni and were sharing a flat in a student house about fifteen minutes away from us.
Before moving down here, I had met Jess on a few occasions, but Carl had a thing where he liked to keep his "associates" in discrete groups, so I never really got to know her. Since moving down here, we'd all spent time together, and I got to know her better; reforming my opinion of her as an uptight bimbo who was using Carl for something, to a nice and genuine caring girlfriend of my best friend.
Carl was the odd one out of our assortment. I didn't, at first, know why Jess was with him and Jess had similar feelings towards his and my friendship. I think this was partially driven by how different we all seemed to be.
Carl was around "average" in many ways. He was slightly taller than average, had an average physique where he wasn't fat and wasn't skinny, but wasn't exactly lean or muscular either. He has shaggy jet-black hair that often hung un-styled over his eyes. He wore the same clothes he'd been wearing since he was fifteen which were often slightly too big or too small for him, or just generally didn't suit him. Objectively, he could be handsome if he put in a bit of effort, he was prone to growing nice stubble that accented his face well and his brown eyes were "cute" according to Jess. He was into nerd stuff. More than just the mainstream stuff like Marvel and all, but had a bunch of extremely complicated board games and could quote esoteric passages of old books that I could never see the relevancy in.
I, on the other hand, was pretty different. I was taller than him by about a head, but I was naturally broad and spent time exercising and watching what I ate, so I filled out rather than looking gangly. Abby and Jess had both teased me about how much I spent on clothes, or how long I took to get ready, calling me an "honorary member of their gang". Basically, I made an effort on my appearance.
I had short ashy hair that could be considered blond in certain lights but was mainly brown. Styled, of course. My eyes were somewhere between green and blue. My jawline was "strong" and generally kept shaved, although sometimes a little stubble suited me.
So, you can see the juxtaposition.
Jess, again in contrast to Carl, was hot. I mean that she was fit and "fit". She almost perpetually had bleach blonde, or sometimes platinum, hair with dark roots that was styled to perfectly compliment whatever she was wearing. Her eyes were ice blue below perfectly styled dark brown eyebrows. I don't think I'd ever seen her without make-up on, but I have a feeling she used it simply to highlight her features rather than to hide anything. I had stayed the night at her flat a few times, and even first thing in the morning, with a raging hangover, she looked as if she had been down to the salon before getting up.
As I mentioned, she was fit. But her most noticeable assets were the sizeable pair on her chest. She clearly knew it too, as she wasn't afraid to wear clothes that showed them off an almost scandalous amount. Even her gym clothes seemed to walk the line between showing off and being keeping things secure.
When Jess and Carl were together, people often assumed he was her cousin or something and were absolutely floored when it was revealed that he was her boyfriend.
On the first week down here, there was a party at Jess and Abby's place, where I met Abby, got into a stupid fight, and then slept with Abby. From that, our friendship was born.
Abby was similar to Jess in some ways. They were both free and confident and liked to have fun (who doesn't?), but Abby was less reigned-in than Jess. She enjoyed being single and made sure I knew that.
She was fitter than Jess. There was an element of competitiveness between them, and I had picked up that Abby was jealous of Jess's breasts, and I assumed that's one of the reasons she kept herself in top condition. Her body was toned just enough so that it was firm, but not enough where gym bros were getting jealous of her gains. While her breasts were small, they were firm and perky and complemented her narrow waist and flat stomach. Oh, and she had the most phenomenal bottom I've ever seen; full and round and firm and stretched most of her trousers to the limits.
She had skin the colour of caramel, with kinky hair that was always dyed in fantastic colours with her dark brown roots peeking through. Her eyes were somewhere between brown and green, depending on the light.
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Following the party where I met Abby, the next few months of uni took a bit of getting used to in some ways.
It was weird having to share a room with someone else. I'm not even sure how we managed to get into this situation when pretty much every other student seemed to be in a shared flat, or at a minimum, their own room. Carl and I happened to see a lot more of each other than we needed to, especially when I happened to bring home girls after a night of drinking.
I wouldn't have minded if he had brought Jess over, but he was content to go over to her place when they needed time alone. Which was fair, I suppose. At least she had her own room.
We would go over there a lot. It was much more spacious than our place and while Carl and Jess were a couple, Abby and I had struck up a sort of fuckbuddy relationship. We quickly became good friends: going out, hitting the gym and generally just spending time together. We would sleep together occasionally, but then we'd also help each other pick people up while out. There was no jealousy between us, except when I found out she could swing both ways and was good at convincing the girls I had my eye on that they might too.
The first half term break passed quickly. Drinking, partying, and general debauchery, with a small amount of studying sprinkled in. The Christmas break came and went in a flash; with the four of us travelling back home together for a week, before coming back down to the coast and having a week solid of Christmas and New Year parties ahead of returning to our studies; having completely forgotten everything we had learned so far. Or maybe that was just me.
The last day of term after Christmas flew by; I only had a single lecture, and it was first thing in the morning, leaving me free for the rest of the day. Carl had a full day, and I couldn't be bothered to wait around all afternoon for him before celebrating the week of freedom, so I started the walk home for a rare bit of alone time.
"Oi, Sam!" Someone called from behind me.
I turned to see Abby jogging over towards me.
"Alright, Abs," I said, knowing she hated that name.
She scowled, "Fuck off with that 'Abs' shit. You done for the day?"
"Yeah. I'm free for the week now!" I replied, mustering the most excessive grin I could.
"Do you want to come back to mine? I'm not going to my lab later as the knobhead doesn't ever show up. So, my flat's free until Jess gets back," she asked.
A pang of grief flashed through my mind that I wouldn't be able to go home for a quick wank on my own. But this was quickly quelled by the potential of doing it with Abby instead.
"Fuck yeah, sounds good," I agreed.
Her place was about a fifteen-minute walk, and we popped into a corner shop on the way to acquire a large bottle of vodka.
"You're not planning on getting me drunk, are you?" I laughed.
"Nah, I don't need to," she smirked. "You're already easy."
"You wound me," I pouted. "What's it for then?"
"A girl never knows when she might need a bottle of booze," she shrugged.
When we got to her place, she wasted no time in pulling me into a kiss and slamming me through her bathroom door.
"I need to get fucked, and I need to get clean, so let's go," she said between kisses.
Her bathroom contained a large square bath that looked bigger than standard but wasn't like a jacuzzi or anything. It was recessed into the wall at the end of the room, with a fixed shower head and glass panel on one side letting it be used as a shower.
As we fumbled at each other's clothes, she turned the shower on behind her, causing the room to immediately begin filling with steam in the February cold.
She pulled away from me and made a noise of disgust, "Take your own bloody belt off and get in here with me."
She had the remainder of her clothes off by the time I finished fumbling with my belt and had stepped into the shower.
Water cascaded down over her naked body, steam rising from it as if she was so hot that the water was evaporating from contact with her. The sight caused my dick to swell, making the removal of my trousers even more difficult.
"Are you going to join me or not?" Abby called over to me, a note of frustration in her voice.
"Sorry that you've caused my own body to lock me in these clothes," I joked back at her, finally getting the last item of clothing off.
"I'm going to be finished by the time you're here," she sighed with a mock pout.
As I stepped over the side of the bathtub, Abby turned towards me and I saw that she had started already; one of her hands was rapidly gyrating between her legs, causing her to squirm.
"Damn, what's come over you?" I asked, surprised at her boldness.
