Part 1 of the inner slut series. Thanks for reading. Thanks to Kenji Sato for editing.
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I knew it would be hard moving so far away from my family, but not this hard. I should have been excited about going to university, but in truth, I was terrified. I shouldn't have been, as my first year was amazing. I enjoyed my course on medieval history of art, and had a great group of friends. The only slight problem was my love life.
First, I guess, I better introduce myself. I'm Carly and my problem is I'm horny. As in all the time. My boyfriend Aaron is amazing, but lives back home, two-hundred miles away. He is my best friend's brother and we had started seeing each other in sixth class. My best friend Gemma had teased me for having a crush on him for years, so it wasn't a shock to her.
Aaron and I had managed to get through our first year apart almost unscathed. Aaron had one indiscretion where he had kissed a girl on a night out. In fairness, he confessed right away and was mortified. We were so close to breaking up, but I forgave him. Gemma had been so disappointed in him, but helped me get through it.
Aaron visited me at every opportunity and, at least, every other weekend. I stayed with him over the long summer break which made going back to university now much harder. Going from sex one weekend a fortnight to constant shagging all summer was amazing. Going cold turkey again was going to be hard.
Part of the reason I hadn't gone crazy last year was the gym. Gemma had suggested it, we didn't talk about my sex life with her brother obviously, but she knew I was struggling. She said the gym would work out some sexual frustrations. It worked, kind of, and I had been a good girl all year. One side effect was by losing weight and sculpting my curves, there had been a lot more temptations. Guys couldn't keep their eyes off my bum, but I always stayed faithful.
Aaron drove me to the new house I would be sharing for the next two years. I would share a house with Gemma, her boyfriend Jack, and a guy the landlord found. When we pulled up to the house, I ran to open the door as Aaron started unloading the car. Upon opening the door, there was a loud thud.
"Oww, fuck!" came a deep voice.
The door opened, and Jack was rubbing his forehead.
"What the fuck was that for?" he added, as he opened the door wide.
"Jack?" I asked, surprised, as I thought they would be arriving tomorrow.
"I happen to fucking live here, Carly," Jack said angrily.
Seeing my confused expression, he quickly elaborated. Gemma couldn't wait to move in so they came a day early.
"Didn't Gem tell you?" he said.
"No she didn't, I'm sorry for the door," I said, walking inside.
I knew Jack pretty well as we took the same classes. He had met Gemma when he came up to me on a night out. I remembered when Gemma had told me they were dating. Jack was kind of cute in the right light. A bit skinny for me, perhaps. I was happy for them though, especially as Jack tended to flirt a lot. I was glad his attention had an outlet. Like Aaron, he had fucked up last year with another girl. In his case, he had a drunken one-night stand. I had told Gemma to dump him, once a cheater and all that. But then Aaron confessed to kissing that girl.
Gemma and I had consoled each other and eventually took them both back. I kept thinking Jack resented me trying to convince Gemma to end it with him.
Aaron was carrying my stuff in and nodded to Jack.
"All right, you mind giving us a hand," Aaron said.
He and Jack had got on well last year and the four of us had double-dated a few times. I did think he was relieved that I was sharing a house with his sister and her boyfriend.
Jack and Aaron carried my stuff in, while Gemma and I caught up. She had been staying with Jack over the summer, so I hadn't seen her much. She's very similar to me in looks. Five-foot-three, petite build, dark-brown hair and eyes.
The house was a small three-bedroom, but each room was a good size. Jack and Gemma were opposite me, next to the bathroom and I was next to the other tenant. Gemma said they hadn't arrived yet and knew nothing about them. I gave Aaron a long goodbye kiss and felt teary as he drove away. I was excited to start my second year, but another year of a long-distance relationship was going to be hard. Gemma cuddled me; she was a good friend.
Jack and Gemma were out for most of the day. They asked if I wanted to join them, but I just wanted to chill in my room. I had just dozed off when I heard the downstairs door open. Thinking Gemma had returned I got out of bed as I heard someone coming upstairs.
"Hello?" came an accented voice from the corridor.
As I walked to the corridor, I let out a scream as I tripped over my duvet. I fell right through the door and bumped into someone.
"All right, lass," came a deep Scottish accent.
Strong arms embraced me, and helped me to my feet. The stranger was a very good-looking guy. With wavy black hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. Somehow, his features didn't match his accent.
"Sorry," I mumbled, as I stood up.
"Nae bother, lass, don't suppose you know which room's mine?" he said, letting go of me. His dark eyes held strong eye contact, as he waited for a response.
"Erm, that one next to me, I think," I mumbled, feeling a little hot. He had beautiful eyes.
"Grand, I'm Connor by the way," he said, offering his hand.
As I took it, I felt the rough callouses on his palms. He gave me a smile that seemed to be waiting for me to reply.
"Carly," I blushed, as I let go of his hand.
"Please to meet your acquaintance, lass," he said, as he turned and entered his room.
I closed the door and leaned against it, mortified. I must have looked ridiculous falling on top of him. If I had to draw my perfect guy in terms of looks, it would have been him.
That evening, the four of us got to know each other over drinks and a movie. Jack and Connor seemed to get on well. When Gemma and I suggested some general house rules, they both just laughed at us. Gemma seemed as taken with Connor as I was, and we shared knowing looks together.
Connor had the charisma to go with the looks. I kept meeting his eyes and having to look away. I was sure it would pass in a few days. Jack and Gemma seemed as loved up as ever, and I felt really good about the dynamics of the house.
The next few weeks went by in a blur. Lots of parties, reconnecting with friends and starting our studies. The parties were pretty tame and I made sure to not drink much. It only fueled my libido. Jack and I were still taking the same classes, so we went to lectures together. Thankfully, we were in separate seminar groups though, so I only sat next to him once a day.
There wasn't anything wrong with him, I quite liked him as a friend, but he was a bit full-on. He was kind of cute when he wanted to, but tried too hard. Gemma was studying botany rather than history, but the three of us studied together.
I was no longer tongue-tied around Connor. We didn't see much of him, as he took classes on the Western campus. I still thought he looked gorgeous, but managed to act normally around him. My other friends nearly fainted when he came up to us one night at a club. I introduced them and they practically melted when he spoke to us in his deep Scottish accent. They were all jealous that Gemma and I had him as a housemate and teased me that I was blushing as he spoke.
Everything was going great, except for my love life, as usual. Aaron had gotten a promotion and as such, wouldn't be able to visit for at least a month. He needed to do some courses up north apparently. I was happy for him, but selfishly, I was already struggling with frustrations. I had a healthy relationship with porn and could get myself off easily. Even so, nothing substituted a good hard fuck. I felt guilty thinking that, but the longer I went without it, the more horny I got.
Connor wasn't helping either. I had regularly caught him half-naked in the shower. He also was incredibly active. The second night in the house and every other night since, he had brought a girl home. I don't know if it was the same girl each time or not, as I stayed in my room. But I know he gave her a good time. Our rooms shared a wall, and a thin one at that.
I should be grateful, hearing the screams and groans was better than any porn. Every time I heard them, I would lie back and slide my fingers over my wet pussy. I treated myself to orgasm after orgasm as I listened, trying to stifle my moans.
At first, I imagined my boyfriend Aaron bending me like a pretzel. Sliding his hard six inches inside me. But before long, I couldn't help picturing Connor. I felt a little guilty, but that just turned me on more. Besides, it was only a fantasy. I imagined his strong arms pushing my face into the bed as fucked me hard from behind. In contrast, I never heard anything from Gemma and Jack's room. Either they weren't doing it much, or both were quiet.
Then, something happened that would set me on a very dangerous road. One that would threaten my long-term happiness. One Friday afternoon, I got a video call from Aaron. The call went well, as we updated each other. He looked so hot as he had just come from the gym and was hot and sweaty. I felt myself start to get flustered as I tried to concentrate on what he said. My mind wandered to thoughts of the last time we were intimate.
Suddenly, there was a female voice behind him and a girl came into the frame. She was tall, blonde and very pretty. She wore tight gym lycra and also looked sweaty. She smiled and waved at me, as she asked Aaron if he'd seen her phone.
"Oh yeah, here. Sorry, Carly; meet Andy. Andy, Carly," Aaron introduced us without a second thought.
