It was December 1999, and we had been at University for three months. The first semester was drawing to a close, and the year 2000 was approaching. Everybody had heard about the "Y2K Bug", and that the time was about to come when man's reliance on technology was going to be punished. Trusted computer systems and fatally designed microchips were going to spectacularly fail. Planes would fall out of the sky and food would fail to be distributed to the supermarkets. The best thing to do was to stock up with food and water, and get yourself a gun. Some people were nervous, but most people really didn't believe in the scaremongering coming from extremists. We were young and free with not a care in the world, and hungry to experience life. We lived for today, and the suggestion that end of the world was close gave us excuse to do whatever we wanted.
Saturday night, and unusually my girlfriend from back home hadn't made the trip to visit that weekend. Jill had one of her friend's eighteenth birthday to celebrate back home. I sure as hell wasn't going back home to some dull party, I had moved to the big city, and that was where I was going to stay. Jill still lived with her protective parents, and I had my own room in the University Halls of Residence; she normally visited me where we could be alone together.
Without any real plans, I went to the kitchen to cook some instant noodles. They were cheap, fast, and I knew how to cook them. Already in the kitchen were three of my neighbors. We shared the same corridor and therefore the same kitchen. Nikki, Diane and Sarah were dressed for bed, each of them sporting provocative silk nighties. Looking back now, I am sure that knowing they wore this clothing in the kitchen; they were competing with each other a little. The silk looked expensive, and the colours were daring. Each piece hung flimsily to their bodies, and was sure to catch the attention of any man in the vicinity.
As I chucked my 'healthy' meal into a pan, I engaged in jovial conversation with my neighbours. We all got along well enough, though I was more an acquaintance of their group than a part of it. The girls continued their conversation, and naturally I heard what was said. They were talking about their plans to watch the cheesy 'erotic film' played in its regular late night slot on Channel 5. Accordingly they watched it every week. From their tone it seemed that they watched it as something to laugh at rather than anything sexual. It was only a few years from my younger years when catching glimpses of some of those scenes would have been the highlight of my week. They chatted about how fake the scenes seemed, and how atrocious the acting was.
The thought of these three girls in one of the rooms watching sex on T.V. sent a whirlwind daydream through my head. The blonde Nikki was sprawled across the bed, watching the scene as the actress masturbated by a swimming pool. Nikki's red negligee too flimsy to contain her busty chest, the top of her tits hung over it, putting her nipples on display. Glued to the screen, her big blue eyes displayed nothing but lust and a yearning desire for satisfaction. Diane and Sarah looked so similar they could be mistaken for twin sisters. Their small, slender frames climbed onto Nikki, one on each side, taking her nipples into their mouths. Straddling Nikki's leg, Diane's tight arse was exposed to the air: a fruity peach just ripe to be eaten. Sarah's hand made its way up Nikki's thigh, following the trail of juices her cunt was emitting, until her fingers linked with Diane's, who was already working on her own pussy. The two brunette's soft lips met as they began to kiss deeply, the blonde's hefty tits being used as soft pillows.
"So, do you think we could do a better job ourselves? Making porn, I mean?" Nikki asked. The girls' conversation shifted, and my concentration shifted from my fantasy world. I listened intently, peering out of the corner of my eyes. Suddenly a hiss made its way from the pan, as water bubbled over the sides. I quickly brought my attention back to the noodles; I didn't want to look like an idiot!
I thought Nikki might be teasing me. I couldn't tell for sure. Trying to stay cool, I inspected the bubbling pot of noodles, feeling that I was being watched. I felt her attention on me from over my shoulder. Nikki's question led to a giggling reaction amongst them.
"Would you do it though? On camera, for just anybody to see?" Diane asked.
"Oh yeah, I would. But only with Karl. I'd do it for the money. There would be nothing wrong with the world seeing my love. I'm not ashamed of it." Sarah brashly exclaimed.
Her statement caused a brief moment of silence. Everyone knew why, except maybe Sarah. To this very day, Sarah's noise from sex is the loudest I have ever heard. She is an extremely loud and orgasmic lover. I remember the low pitched grunts that used to fill the corridor when she fucked. She sounded like an animal; my words are not enough to describe it. Everybody in the kitchen knew it, and for sure she wouldn't need to ridiculously fake any orgasms. For my part, I stayed at the stove, my back to them, trying desperately to hide an inappropriately rising erection, and probably failing miserably.
"I wouldn't degrade myself like that. It would be something you would have to live with your whole life, "declared Nikki.
"Well, the movie will be starting soon. Would you like to come and watch with us?" Diane's question was directed towards me, and caught me a little off guard.
"Why not?" was the only response I could make, and so we made our way into Diane's room, the room next to mine. She literally was the cute girl next door. We settled to watch the made-for-television soft-core. This week centred on a woman who embarked on an affair with an apprentice carpet fitter. The guy seemed a lot more interested in fucking the woman and her neighbors than getting any carpets fitted. After eating the noodles, I was glad that the room was dark, conscious of my body's almost every present erection in the presence of these women. The empty bowl on my lap was useful.
During the film the girls giggled and laughed at how ridiculous the acting and plotline were. To me, my mind kept wandering off back to my earlier fantasy, Sarah and Diane kissing passionately, their heads lay against Nikki's big knockers. They wanted me to come and fuck them one by one. That was a fantasy, and there was a real world out there. An advertisement break prompted Nikki to bring up one of her teasing conversational topics; she liked to tell us about her sex life, I don't know why, but perhaps it was a mechanism of competing for attention. Having had a few months away from home, we had all had plenty of opportunity to get a little daring. We all knew though, that Nikki was an insatiable slut, working her way through the guys on campus, and indeed further afield.
"Well then, what are the kinkiest things we've done recently then?"
The way Nikki worded the open question made it sound like a competition. When there was a brief pause before she took the lead and continued.
