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.
