My name's Amy. I'm in my mid-late twenties now and this story is about an experience I had back when I was 19 and in my second year at Uni.
Having lost my virginity fairly early, I arrived at Uni with a fair bit of sexual experience under my belt compared with many friends from my hometown. I'd moved away to the other side of the country and lived in halls of residence during the first year. Having made good friendships with most of the other 7 guys/girls in my halls, I stayed on for the second year along with some others. At the start of the first year. I'd met a girl called Emily at the 'Freshers' event for new starters. We immediately hit it off and became best friends over the course of the year.
Emily had blonde, medium-length curly hair, in stark contrast to my long, straight dark-brown hair. She was a similar size to me at only 5ft 6inches, and had a similar build with a slightly darker complexion (my Irish ancestry means I'm pretty pale!). She was very pretty and had perfect skin - I wish mine was as smooth as hers, but she sets a high-bar. I secretly had a girl-crush on Emily. It was no wonder, she was simply beautiful, with bouncy 32C breasts, perky little nipples for tits that size, a firm ass and the smoothest legs I'd ever seen.
In the six months prior to our meeting, my relationship with Lucy (my best friend from home) had become sexual, although nobody outside of us two had any idea what was going on. Although me and Lucy both considered ourselves straight, we'd discovered new levels of pleasure together and our relationship was more of a 'best-friends-with-benefits' arrangement rather than anything serious. I totally got-off on the secrecy and sneaking around! Regardless, I'd begun to question my sexuality and having this perfect, cute and bubbly new friend around didn't help with my confusion. Occasionally, around Emily I'd catch myself stealing glances at her body, but I was too unsure and scared to do anything about it. Anyway, she was one of my 7 housemates. As well as a house, we also shared much the same taste in music, TV, films, clothes (which we swapped often) and guys.
Halls were a pretty wild place in the first year. With none of our final degree mark resting on it, people used to be out late most nights and would often turn up to lectures drunk, or not at all. People had pretty loose requirements when it came to sex too and rarely a night went by where at least one of my housemates didn't bring a stranger back on a one-night-stand. I'd been fucking Ed (one of my housemates) on a casual basis pretty regularly, he was seriously hot and wasn't often without company. He was also no slouch in bed and was hard to turn down when I'd been drinking or feeling a little lonely.
Sometimes Ed would wait up for me to get home after a night out to see if I was in the mood, or he'd 'accidentally-on-purpose' bump into me on the landing at 3am not wearing much. He knew a surefire way to get me horny was to twist any conversation round to sex. He thought I didn't know his plan, but it was pretty obvious what he was up to. However, I was fairly pragmatic about it - we were used to using each other and, when I'm drunk and horny I couldn't care less about his plan - I had needs.
Emily was more reserved than me. She'd slept with a couple of guys early-on (including another housemate, Rob) but had got a long-term boyfriend halfway through the first year called Will.
They were good for each other and great fun to be around. Will was a semi-permanent fixture at our place and stayed over most nights. He was around 6ft tall and had a good body (I saw it around the house quite a bit). We got on really well and I often thought that me and Will would've made a good couple if Emily hadn't made the first move.
I'd been planning to make a move for Will myself, but left it too long. It never crossed my mind that Em might've liked him, let alone that she'd be bold enough to make the first move. I can be quite blinkered like that, you may even call me slightly selfish, but it's a character trait I'm aware of and try to control.
Anyway, despite quietly lusting after Will for a month or two, I got used to them being together and enjoyed their company. However, Will sometimes made it hard as he was a very flirty guy and occasionally I'd find myself thinking about him, particularly if I'd been drinking. In fact, there'd been a few occasions during their year-long relationship when I thought Will was being inappropriately flirty with me, especially when Emily wasn't around.
Once, he'd let his eyes linger way too long when we met on the landing one night. To put it into context, I was staggering drunkenly from Ed's room back to my own wearing only a long T-shirt on my body and a 'just fucked' look on my face. In hindsight though, Will was basically just a standard pervy guy, so this was understandable - I didn't think any less of him for having a gawp. Anyone else would have too.
Another time, he'd come to our place to spend the night with Emily. He'd been out with his own mates and let himself in with the hidden 'emergency key'. It was about 2AM when he walked into the lounge to find me on my knees, sucking off some guy I'd bought back. Although I was still dressed, I was oblivious to Will as I continued to suck for all I was worth. The really embarrassing part was that I was furiously and brazenly fingering myself under my short skirt, which would've been obvious to see from Will's position. As soon as I noticed him I wanted the ground to swallow me whole - I must have looked like such a slut!
Will made out he'd only just that second walked in. At the time he feigned apology and covered up his eyes, but let it slip several days later that he'd seen more than just that second or two, though wouldn't say how long. He teased me about it and I took it all in good spirit, but he could've been watching for ages for all I knew. The weird thing was that I was kind-of turned on by the fact he saw me this exposed, and in the end I'd look forward to the times he'd tease me about it in private.
We never told Emily about that night as I knew it'd make her uncomfortable. However, it felt like we were keeping secrets together from her, like we had something to hide. I did have a knowing chuckle to myself a few days later when she confided in me that Will had woken her up that very night and fucked her harder than ever before - apparently he'd been insatiable for weeks after. Again, I secretly got-off on this information, and I didn't blame Will for looking, I'd probably do the same in that situation! Will obviously liked what he saw, but apart from my reputation and modesty there was no harm done - it's not like we'd done anything.
The time when I knew for sure that Will fancied me too was on a night out for a friend's birthday. About 15 of us had gone out to celebrate and were all pretty hammered. Will seemed to take every opportunity to touch me that he could. A pat of my leg at the table, a hug, a peck on the cheek etc etc. At one point, Emily was dancing with one of the other guys in our group, so Will danced with me. The song became a slower number and he put his arms around me - I'd like to point out that Emily also had her arms around her partner, but far more innocently than me and Will.
As we swayed, Will's hands traced round my back to my sides and slid slowly down to my hips. I could feel the electricity and couldn't bring myself to stop him. His hands slowly slipped round to the small of my back, and I held my breath as they immediately moved down, lighting hovering over my ass. By not immediately stopping him, it was already too late, Will knew I didn't want him to stop.
I stayed, frozen in his grip, swaying gently to the music. My eyes were fixed on Emily the whole time. I was watching her, initially half-heartedly hoping she'd see us, get jealous and make an excuse to come over which would get me out of this situation. However, I soon realised I didn't want an easy way out, I was enjoying this far too much. I'd wanted Will from day one, and here I was with his hands on my ass.
We both took a sharp intake of breath as he slowly squeezed my ass once, then having met no resistance, twice. All the while my gaze was locked onto Emily who was drunk, dancing and oblivious. As the song ended, I shook myself out of my daydream, wriggled free from Will and left the dancefloor. I'd let the cat out of the bag. By not stopping him at all, Will now knew that I returned the lust he clearly felt towards me. I knew things were going to get complicated with the three of us from that moment on.
That brings me to the start of my second year when we all went out to celebrate Emily's 19th birthday. We hadn't seen much of each other since that night and had spent the summer back in our hometowns. We had some catching-up to do! After several bars we ended up in the regular local club where Emily continued to drink all the shots put in front of her. She was pretty drunk which gets her horny (another trait we shared, along with millions of girls around the world). We were inseparable for most of the night and I was enjoying having my friend back after what seemed like forever.
Suddenly Will snuck up behind her on the dancefloor and encircled her in his arms from behind. He roughly squeezed her sizeable tits right in front of me and nibbled her neck passionately.
