Jake had started at Durham University in the September. Being an American, he had grown accustomed to the US system but was awe inspired by Durham. The ancient cathedral, which dominated the university, like some giant patriarch actually moved him on his first day. The college at Hatfield, where he was based, weathered by centuries of academia was a contrast to the modern, bright halls in Kentucky. He had got the equivalent of a first for his MBA in archaeology. After writing to Oxford, he had narrowly missed a place there, but was more than satisfied with landing a PhD place at Durham; it had been his second choice. After just one day there, after inspecting the facilities and perusing the library he wondered why it had not been his first.
He settled in well and pursued his studies and investigations through the autumn and winter, specialising on the Danish artefacts and finds of the area. Despite the bracing conditions in mid semester, a harsh reality of northern England, he never failed to run 10 miles every weekend. He made full use of the Uni gymnasium and was able to give as much attention to his toned, muscular body as he was his academic pursuits. Jake was 24. He had been in a good relationship, but on finding out his intentions to study abroad, his girl friend broke it off six weeks before he left for England. It hit him hard to begin with. He even questioned his decision; contemplated taking her back and giving up his plans. In the end he chose his future before love. He might have given a long distance relationship a chance, but with hindsight he realised it wouldn't have worked.
In the spring, his tutor Michael Simpson, surprised him by sending him to two first year students, who had shown a particular interest in Nordic archaeology and might benefit from his expertise and experience. Jake was fairly blown away when he saw them. Lucy and Bridie were 18. He had landed on his feet here and no mistake, he thought as he was introduced to them.
'Jake, I'd like you to meet Lucy and Bridie, they're both looking into the Viking era at the moment and I thought it would be mutually beneficial.'
The girls looked at Jake and admired his tall, muscular frame. They smiled and shook his hand. Jake shivered slightly at their soft touch.
'Pleased to meet you, I'm sure we will make some interesting discoveries together.'
'You're American! Observed Bridie.
'Yes, I'm from Kentucky. Some people think my accent is a bit weird, but I'm kinda saddled with it.'
'I'll leave you three to get acquainted then.' Said Simpson.
'Hey yeah, thank you Sir.'
'I like your accent Jake.' Said Lucy.
'Why thanks. Say, what do think to a coffee and we can catch up!'
The girls looked at each other and nodded.
'Sounds good!' They both said simultaneously.
They both laughed and Jake took the chance to admire them as they were momentarily distracted.
Both girls were blonde. Bridie had long, but somewhat wavy hair and even through her thick beige top, obvious she took a minimum of a D cup. Her hazel green eyes gave her a slightly striking look, coupled with her pale, but faultless complexion. Lucy, marginally the shorter of the two, had a more academic look, mainly due to her gold-rimmed but stylish spectacles. Even so, her blue eyes drew Jake's attention as much as Bridie's. She had thick, almost waist length hair, which had natural twists and curls giving her a pre-Raphaelite look.
'So girls, you're into the Viking stuff. Have you done much excavation yet?'
'Just one.' Said Lucy. ' A couple of weeks ago, with the team from St. Mary's.'
'Anything good?'
'Not really, but it was a nice day!' Said Bridie.
'Well, I was thinking of doing a dig near the coast tomorrow. If you'd care to join me, it would be cool.'
'Wow! Of course.' Bridie enthused.
'Count me in.' Agreed Lucy.
'That's great. The weather forecast is good for tomorrow. The start of a warm spell, they say.'
'Oh good, I'll leave my coat here then.' Said Bridie.
'Yeah I would.'
'How are you finding uni life here then?' Asked Lucy.
'Oh, just cool.'
Bridie surveyed Jake's face and his light shadow of stubble.
'You hooked up with anyone yet?'
'Bridie!!!'
'Well....I'm just asking.'
'It's OK. Well, actually no. I'm just so absorbed in my work. There's time enough...I hope.'
He smiled pleasantly at both girls.
Bridie gave her friend's leg a squeeze and gave her a naughty look.
Lucy knew what she was thinking. They had been under whelmed with the guys on offer so far. Yes, many of them were fit. They were also boorish and immature. They had turned to each other in frustration after a few glasses of wine one night and ended up kissing and fondling. It stopped there first time, but finding it so enjoyable, Lucy had become Bridie's bitch. Lucy licked her friend every day and Bridie would, if she felt in the mood return the favour. During the day, studying, around other people they were just like any normal Freshers. Alone, in their rooms, they allowed their imagination to take over.
'Right, well we have to be somewhere.' Said Lucy. What time shall we see you in the morning Jake?'
'What say 10 o'clock outside the refectory? There's a little pull in there. We'll go in my car, no need for the minibus for three of us.'
'Oh it's just us...I thought....'
'No, just us. Maybe some others will come along next time. Is that OK?'
'Yeah fine.' Said Bridie enthusiastically.
The girls said cheerio to their new mentor and hurried to Bridie's room.
The afternoon was warming up. High pressure from the continent was becoming established and it promised to be a fair day for their dig.
Bridie opened the door to her little room and pushed Lucy inside. She locked the door and pushed her on to the bed and began to undress.
'Get your clothes off you fucking bitch! I'm going to give you a little treat.'
Lucy loved it when Bridie ordered her around. She had willingly assumed the subordinate role. Her upbringing had been stifled by her austere parents and she had only lost her virginity at college after turning 18, with her first boyfriend. Bridie, while also from a middle class family, had ignored most of her parent's demands and did what she pleased.
Bridie peeled off her top and unfastened her bra. Lucy licked her lips. It didn't matter how many times she saw them, Bridie's tits were so full and suckable, the sight of them always turned her on. Both girls continued to strip, and it was not long before they were naked. They were both fully shaven and though Lucy's breasts were smaller than Lucy's, Lucy loved to suck them.
'Right bitch, lie down! You're a dirty fucking whore! What are you?'
'I'm a dirty fucking whore!'
'OK, and don't forget it!'
Lucy lay on the bed and Bridie knelt over her and brushed Lucy's body with her breasts, massaging her belly and boobs with her firm, ripe nipples. Lucy gasped with appreciation, from the feel of her young, soft body against hers. Bridie continued with an intimate body to body. She nuzzled Lucy's mound, but stopped just short of licking her.
'Hmmmm....I'm gonna make you wait, you fucking bitch!'
'Open your mouth Lucy.'
Lucy looked at her slightly in surprise, slightly in curiosity. This was a new instruction in their games.
'I said open your mouth, you stupid little cunt!'