I had dated Abby during senior year in high school and when we went away to college luck had it that our schools were only a couple of hours apart. Abby was studying nursing, while I was majoring in engineering. With Abby living in the dorm for her first two years the private time we had together was extremely limited. Nevertheless we both lost our virginity in the front seat of my Volkswagen Beetle on a warm October afternoon. It was a challenge and we had to leave both doors open, but we managed just the same.
Our lives changed dramatically during junior year when Abby took an off-campus apartment with two other girls, Barb and Carla. Carla was also a nursing student, petite with brunette hair and a great set of boobs. Barb on the other hand was a biology major, tall and slender and a strawberry blond. It seemed like in no time I was more or less adopted as their brother even if I was sleeping with Abby most Friday and Saturday nights. Inhibitions dropped and it wasn't unusual for me to see them wandering about in just their underwear. With only one bathroom, in addition to the usual feminine needs, the variety of hair care items was mindboggling.
As time progressed, none of the girls hesitated talking about nearly anything in front of me and on one occasion I had just gotten out of the shower when there came a knock at the door.
"Wes, can I come in? I just got my period and need to ram a tam."
I replied, "Just a minute."
Carla said, "No, that's OK. I won't be a minute so just turn your back."
I now replied, "Sure. Come on in."
Carla came in wearing just a short nightshirt, retrieved a tampon from under the sink, turned her back to me, tore open the wrapper, put one foot up on the toilet and inserted the tampon.
"Thanks, you're a doll," she said as she exited the bathroom.
Finding bras, panties, and nighties strewn about was not an unusual occurrence either and it wasn't hard to figure out whose were whose. Carla was always the least conservative of the group and preferred thongs and push-up bras whereas Barb usually wore bikinis and sports bras. There were those fleeting moments when one or another would be totally in the buff running down the hall between a bedroom and the bathroom, but nobody thought another thing about those occasions.
As time went on, there were those occasions when we would go shopping together. It was an efficient way to keep the apartment stocked, but our tastes were generally easygoing and mutually accommodating. Where shopping became an issue was when personal items were involved. I was never bothered walking down the feminine hygiene aisle when one of the three needed tampons or panty liners. It did get a bit more embarrassing when we ventured down the family planning aisle so that Carla could buy a box of condoms. Moreover, she had to study in some detail the various kinds and even ask my opinion when it came to ribbed versus no ribs, or lubricated or not. In retrospect it was sort of comical and later we all had a good laugh, Carla included.
Another time when things got interesting was when Barb was to attend a formal event. She spent hours getting ready and I do recall coming out of Abby's room and finding her standing there in just bra, panties, and a garter belt. She looked absolutely stunning and it was amazing what a sexy bra can do to improve someone who normally wore sports bras. When she came downstairs, my jaw just about dropped to the floor. Barb was drop dead gorgeous and my manhood twitched at the sight of her. All I could think about was how lucky her date was to have Barb on his arm that night.
A short time after that Abby and I were in the apartment alone. Carla was off at the library and Barb had a biology lab so we thought that we had some time together. Now Abby loves to receive oral. She likes giving it, too, but given a choice it was clearly receiving. Being that she planned to head to the gym later she was only wearing bikinis, gym shorts, a sports bra, and a tee shirt. We were down in the TV area and one thing led to another. Her shorts and panties came off, her legs spread, and I knelt on the floor with my face in her shaved crotch. She was enjoying the whole experience and I was licking the natural lubricating juices off of her pussy. When I got to her clit, she moaned with pleasure as I suckled it. My manhood was raging in my pants and just as I was entertaining the idea of fucking her the door to the apartment opened and in walked Barb.
She took a look at the scene on the sofa, just said "Hello, oh sorry" and headed upstairs.
It was sure a mood killer as Abby had her bikinis and shorts back on in an instant.
Then all of a sudden a douche syringe showed up in the bathroom. While Abby had one, I knew it wasn't hers. With only Barb and Carla as the other two people living there, it had to belong to one of them, but who? Carla seemed like the probable owner being that she was the more outgoing, still the mystery remained until one weekend Carla had to go home yet on Sunday morning that otherwise unclaimed syringe appeared once more in the bathroom. It had to be Barb, which I found was a huge surprise. Who knew?
