0 comments/ 24800 views/ 2 favorites The Stress of Revision Ch. 01 By: TheJonsterMonster Part One. Jon sighed and gazed out of the window. He had been trying desperately to force some kind of notes that were on the page in front of him into his brain, but his brain was having none of it. Summer exams were looming, and he just couldn't concentrate. He knew he'd left it too late, and things now were building up so that it looked like he'd be swamped. His first exam, Criminal Law, was a week away. How can you go over and commit to memory twelve weeks of lectures in a week? Well, he had absolutely no idea, but he was going to give it his best shot. Reluctantly diverting his gaze back on to the page of neatly handwritten notes in front of him, he scanned the section on defences for murder. It wasn't too difficult really, there was just a lot to read and digest. He had just got to the bottom of the page when there was a knock on his door, and Niall bounded in, his buddy who lived in the room next door. Niall was a tall lad, who played a lot of rugby and thus due to his muscular nature and easy-going charm was a big hit with the girls in the hall. "Yo Jonny boy, hows it going?" "Hey buddy, not bad mate, slowly like, but I'm getting there," Jon replied. "Just a few more pages for now, and I should be ready for dinner." "Alright then mate, I'll give you a knock yeah? Twenty minutes or so?" Jon had turned back to his notes already and just put a thumbs up over his shoulder as Niall left the room. How could he have let the situation get so bad that he couldn't even swap stories with Ni? He couldn't explain it, apart from the lack of self-discipline he found had dogged his first year at university in Newbridge. When the opportunity had arisen to do work, he usually ended up doing something else. Talking to his mates from back home on Messenger was usually a popular one. Or playing snooker in the snooker room with Dave was another favourite past time. The next few minutes passed quickly in which he memorised a few cases on self defence as a defence to murder. Slamming his books shut, he left his desk and checked his hair in the mirror. He had a mop of dark blond hair that would never fall straight, so he always used to make it reasonably spiky all over. It was slightly tousled after having ran his fingers through it several times during the afternoon, but he still looked presentable. His hazel eyes then checked his reflection for any new blemishes on his face, and finding none he opened a drawer, looking for a change of clothes. He stripped off his sweatshirt to reveal an athletic upper body that he was rather proud of and changed into a t-shirt to head off to dinner in. Just in case on the vague chance there were some girls he hadn't met before, he wanted to make a good impression. Baggy sweatshirts had never done much for him in his experience. Giving himself his customary wink to his reflection, he turned round and made to leave his room. He heard a group walk past outside, chattering away about the previous night's activities. He refrained from opening his door for a couple of seconds so as to not attract their attention, such was his shyness around people he didn't particularly know, and then left and knocked on Niall's door. "Come in!" he heard faintly. He pushed the door open. He noticed Niall just fiddling around with his laptop. Music if Jon wanted guess. Niall had a great passion for all kinds of music and was forever organising playlists to suit his moods. "Hey dude, you going foodwards?" Jon asked. "Yeah man, let me just add these few tracks, and I'll be with you. Hang tight," Niall replied. In a few moments they were headed out the door, right after a group of girls from another corridor. "Yo buddy, check out the chick on the right, the one with the wavy blond hair. She one of us?" Niall whispered in Jon's ear. "I think so mate, isn't she in A33?" "Aye, could be right there. She's looking a bit fine today, when did she start looking so hot? Check out that ass!" Jon gave him a glance and responded, "Well, she's always been pretty mate. Have you had your eyes shut for the whole year?" "Must have done, not quite sure how I've never really noticed her before if she's on the bottom corridor," Niall said, his gaze focussed directly on the girl. "Any idea what her name is mate?" "Bianca I think," Jon replied. "She's on my course if I remember rightly." The girls in front had just reached the end of the corridor, and as they turned left through the door, Bianca had given the slightest glance over her shoulder. Both guys tried to keep blank expressions on their faces as she looked round. Once she'd rounded the corner, Niall looked down at Jon. "She's on your course?" he said incredulously. "Yeah mate, think so." "My God, that girl has definitely got the looks to stun any judge in a court. Blimey, I mean did you see that face when she just turned round?" Niall asked. "Yes mate, the way you were looking at her, you could probably give quite an accurate sketch of her now." Jon gave Niall a wink. "Well, does she know who you are?" Niall said after a short pause. "No idea, it's not as if I've spoken to her much I guess." "Holy Mother of God Jonny boy, you've got a great looking girl like that on your course, who lives in the same halls as you, and you've not really spoken to her? You not a big fan of group studying or something?" "Woah buddy, what you trying to say?" Jon retorted. "Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but we being males, are built to talk to women. Now it's not every day you come across a bright, gorgeous female like... whatsername... Bianca, and you haven't ever thought to ask her for exam advice? You and her could get together one evening and swap notes or something." Jon looked at Niall with a scared expression. "OK, OK, so we all know you've been broken hearted before and you're terrified of talking to girls, but you're not there to try and get in her knickers, you're just asking for some exam advice. Where's the harm, or difficulty in that?" Jon thought about this. It was true, Ni had a point. But where could he get the confidence from to approach an absolute babe like Bianca and ask her for some help? It was true that he was in dire need of a push in the right direction and it would take away some of the loneliness that revision usually brought. But would he be able to focus on Law, rather than Bianca? "Well, you've got a point matey... I'll think about it, alright?" Jon said, with what he hoped sounded like confidence. "What's there to think about? All you have to do is ask her. You know where she lives, she's on your course, therefore she'll be revising the same stuff as you. It's common knowledge that if you work together it's more fun and you can get more done. Y'never know, you guys might hook up, and live happily ever after," Niall smiled. "Go on matey, go and give her a knock later on this evening. I'll drag you round if that helps." Jon knew he was backed into a corner. What was the worst that she could say? No? It wasn't exactly a marriage proposal, just a fellow student asking for a bit of advice. It's not as if I know anyone else who can help me. What have I got to lose? "Go on then Ni, you're on mate," Jon said resignedly. "Don't worry about coming with me, I'll do it myself." "Nah, because you won't have the balls to do it. I want to see you in action." Damn, Jon thought, no backing out of it now. *** Part Two. Dinner passed uneventfully. Jon was rather quiet, trying to build up some confidence for later on. Niall, as ever, was constantly talking to whoever was on their table, passing the time between courses. On the way back to their rooms, Niall asked Jon for a suitable time to go round. "Gimme about half an hour mate, I should have mastered self defence by then," Jon said. "Why, what you scared of?" Niall said with a grin. "Noooooo... Not that kind of self defence you moron," Jon smiled. "Y'know, self defence as a defence for murder." "Yeah buddy, I was only pulling your leg. I get it. Half an hour it is." Niall unlocked his room and disappeared inside, while Jon entered his own room. Throwing his keys on his bed, Jon sat down heavily in his chair, opening his file for what felt the millionth time that day and scanned for where he had finished earlier. When he found his place, he began to read a list of cases, trying to remember the ratio decidendi of them all. He started by reading the material facts, and then the judges decisions, repeating this process a few times, until he was sure he could remember the case. After about fifteen minutes, as so often happened with his revision, Jon's mind began to wander off the subject and began to focus on the meeting with Bianca instead. What should I say? Should I dress up a bit, or do my hair? He automatically put down his books and walked over to the sink and looked in his mirror. His reflection looked back at him, betraying the scared feeling that he was trying to hide. Dammit Jon, pull yourself together, he thought. Switching on his stereo he chose something upbeat, with a nice guitar riff, and then shook his head a bit as if to clear it. He splashed his face with some cold water and sprayed his neck with some after-shave, and then feeling a bit more refreshed settled down to read a few more pages. When the knock came, he shouted "Howdy!" as was his custom, and the door opened. Jon kept his eyes on the notes in front of him, trying to keep the flow going. "Hang on buddy, I'm just finishing this sentence, and I'll be with you," he said, eyes frantically reading the page he was on. "It's OK, can I grab a chair?" a distinctly feminine voice asked. Jon immediately stopped and turned round very slowly in his chair. His eyes took in the blond wavy hair, the deep brown eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, the tight white t-shirt revealing a subtle curvaceous figure and the denim shorts partly covering a shapely pair of legs. He swallowed a couple of times and in a hoarse voice managed to stammer "S-s-sure, ha-have the seat next to th-the sink." "Thank you. How goes the old revision?" Bianca asked once she was seated. "W-well, I w-wish I'd started it a b-bit earlier like, b-but I'm getting there slowly I g-guess," Jon replied, wishing that he'd stop stammering. She'd just completely caught him off guard; it was something that he hadn't been expecting at all. "How's it g-going for y-you?" She flashed a smile at him, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. Why oh why was he so nervous? Why couldn't he talk normally to girls? "I'm doing OK, though Criminal Law is a bit of a bitch really isn't it? Lots to get through there," she said, giving him that bewitching smile of hers again. "Y-yeah, there is. I'm just revising that n-now actually," Jon responded, trying to convince himself to stop stammering and breathe normally. "Oh really?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "Which bit exactly?" Jon swallowed, trying desperately to hold himself together without appearing like a nervous wreck. "Ermmm, the b-bit on self defence being a d-defence for m-murder at the moment," he managed to say, not sounding so hoarse now. "Wow, you've got that far through it already?" Jon nodded. "I've only just started murder, let alone getting to the defences for it. You must have been working flat out recently," she smiled. "Well, yeah I g-guess, I haven't been out that much this week," he answered, blushing at the compliment. "Yeah, revision sucks doesn't it, but we've all gotta do it I suppose," she said with a frown. "Well, we could always not do it and fail the year I suppose," Jon said, pleased to see his stammer had gone. He leaned back in the chair a bit more. He was pleased to hear her giggle a bit at his comment. "Who'd want to do that, silly? But it is an option, I admit." He smiled shyly. "I suppose you'd like to know why I'm here," Bianca said. Jon nodded. "Well, I was thinking that we could speed up revision a bit by studying together if you were OK with that. I mean if you're not, then you don't have to, it's just that two heads are better than one." He almost double taked. Here was Bianca asking him the exact same thing he wanted to ask her. "Well, yeah, I was gonna come and ask you the same thing this evening actually," he said nonchalantly. There was that infectious smile of hers again and she tucked her hair behind her ears. "Excellent!" she said, standing up. "Well, I'll go and get my books out, do you want to come to my room in say... fifteen minutes? I'll have to give it a bit of a tidy first. Is that OK?" Jon had nearly lost the power of speech. The hoarse voice returned, "Yeah, OK, see you in fifteen then." She turned and paused, giving him plenty of chance to assess her shapely bottom that Niall had pointed out earlier, gave him a smile that he could only describe as heart-warming over her shoulder and left the room, leaving behind her an aura of her sweet perfume. He let out a long breath, and ran his fingers through his hair. Sheez, he thought, how did that happen? *** Part Three. "Hey buddy, I was just coming to knock for you, what's up? You bottling out?" Niall was washing up in his sink as Jon had entered his room. "Yo, you look like you've seen a ghost my man, I've seen you scared before, but not like this," he commented. "She just came in," Jon said faintly, trying to work out in his head how it had just unfolded. "Who just came in where?" Niall asked, a bit confused. "Bianca just came in." "What? You're kidding me. When?" "Just now," Jon replied, still sounding faint. "Why? C'mon Jonny boy, spit it out." "For the exact same reason I was going to see her." Niall smiled. "There we go buddy, divine intervention or something. It was destined to be." He paused to dry a plate. "So what's the plan? You said yes obviously." "Oh aye, I said yes. I'm going to her room in fifteen minutes," Jon said dreamily. Niall flicked the tea towel at him. "Hey, wake up man... You're going to do some studying right, so you come down out of your tower right now, and get your head straight. I'm not sending you in there with your dick doing all the thinking, you've got exams to do." "OK OK, you're right of course. Better organise some stuff to take round." "Yeah, you got it. Good luck in there my friend. Keep your cool and don't be too nervous. Oh and take one of your fave CD's. You guys might want something to listen to." "Aye, cheers Ni. I'll tell you what happened later, yeah?" "You got it dude. Keep me posted." "Hey, no worries. Laters." Jon left Niall's room, and went back into his own. Grabbing a collection of notes of his desk along with a biro, he then stood to look at his reflection in the mirror. "OK Jon," he said to himself, "you're going into the heart of the mothership here, so just be cool, calm and collected. Fight the nerves, you're not asking her out or anything like that; you're going to talk Law. Pure and simple Law. Nothing else." Winking once again, and giving himself a grin, he checked the time, and realised it was time to go. He selected one of his favourite albums, and then headed down the stairs to the ground floor. There it was, room A33. Was this purely because he was doing Law like she was? Or was there some kind of ulterior motive here, he wondered. It was somewhat odd, he admitted, that they had never really crossed paths before, being on the same course and all. Had they ever actually spoken to each other? He couldn't remember any incident where they had, he'd always considered her to be unapproachable. Why would a girl, as gorgeous as Bianca be wanting to converse with a guy like him? He hadn't found an answer then, and he couldn't find one even as he stood outside her door. He timidly knocked on her door. Nothing. He knocked a bit louder. Still nothing. He put his ear to the door, and tried to open it, but it was locked. What was going on? He felt a terrible sense of dread drop into his stomach. Had he been set up? Was she just leading him on? He rested his forehead on her door, trying to control his breathing, telling himself that there must be some other explanation. However, here he was, and it seemed that Bianca definitely wasn't. "Jon!" came a cry from the other end of the corridor. He turned round to see the form of Bianca running down from the bathroom end. He gave a sigh of relief and attempted to give her a smile and an awkward wave. "Hi," he said when she stopped in front of him, jingling her keys. "Am I too early?" "Nope, bang on time brother, just let me open my door and we can get started." She gave him that sexy smile once again. Enchanting, he thought, completely enchanting. Bianca opened her door, and switched on the light. Jon followed her in with a sense of trepidation, not quite sure what to expect. He found her room full of light, quite airy and with a sweet smell, rather like the one she'd left behind in his earlier on. Looking around, he saw lots of photos and little bears covering the walls and shelves respectively. "You've got an ace room," Jon commented, "I like it. It's got a real sense of space." She gave him a quizzical look. "Well, I mean it's quite bright and organised. Nothing seems out of place, and it seems quite spacious..." Jon tailed off, not quite sure what to say next. "That's really sweet of you," she said and he gave a sigh of relief. He could have done without digging himself into that hole, mentally banging his head against a wall. Think, think, try and convince this girl you're not completely brain dead, Jon, c'mon man, think! "So, what's in the photos?" he asked, casually pointing to the pictures on the wall. "You mean these ones?" Bianca asked. Jon nodded. "Well, they're just pictures from secondary school really. My friends and stuff." "Do you stay in touch at all?" was Jon's next question, racking his brains trying to make small talk. "Well, not as much as I'd like, but hey, they're all out there somewhere doing their own thing now I guess." She did the tucking her hair behind her ears thing again, that he realised was something she did when she was feeling a little bit awkward. "Would you like to get started?" Jon asked, trying to help her feel less awkward. She looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, why not. Where shall we start?" "Well, how about with the murder bit that you're doing, so that we're not covering anything too new?" She looked up at him, and smiled, her eyes almost twinkling. "That's a great idea. Have a seat," she said pointing to the bed. He laid his files on the bed and perched on the end. She turned her back on him, bending down to pick her notes off the floor. He couldn't help but stare at her rounded ass, feeling a little guilty at the same time. He almost felt like reaching out to caress it, but he resisted the urge. She seemed to spend an awful long time bending over, and Jon wondered if she was doing it on purpose, but at that point she stood up, rustling bits of paper, looking a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I couldn't find the notes that I'd made earlier." He shrugged, not thinking of a witty reply to her statement. Bianca then came and sat next down on the bed next to him, and for the next thirty or so minutes there was full-on discussion concerning what qualifies for murder and the cases that had helped set up the common law on the subject. Jon watched Bianca in full flow, appreciating how articulate her words were in relation to his slight slurring. Realising he was spending too much time looking at her mouth and not maintaining eye contact, he looked into her deep brown eyes and immediately got lost in those dark mysterious depths, trying to read what she was thinking behind the legal drivel she was reciting. The Stress of Revision Ch. 02 Part One. Jon twisted the shower control and was rewarded with an ice cold gush of water in his face. "Have you got it warm enough yet?" came the whisper from the other side of the curtain. "No!" he gasped. "Just getting warm now," he added a few seconds later. The curtain parted, and Bianca slipped in beside him, and promptly positioned herself under the jet of water. Jon, slightly perplexed, stepped back, duly allowing his girl to rinse her wavy golden hair. He liked the way she looked, with the steam swirling in clouds around her, her smooth skin glistening as the water ran off it. He took in her firm medium sized breasts, noticing her nipples were slightly extended, moving down to her toned stomach and to where her lightly trimmed pubic hair lead down between her elegant and shapely legs. Bianca squirted some shower gel into her hand, and proceeded to massage it into Jon's chest. She made large circles to start with, then her hands dipped to rub it into his lightly muscled torso too. Jon decided to be proactive, and grabbed the soap, and squirted some on to Bianca's chest. She moaned softly when he started to massage it in. "Oh Jon baby, that feels good..." Jon brought one hand up to her face, and gently caressed her cheek. Responding to his touch, Bianca moved forward, meeting him halfway in a gentle kiss. Jon moved his other hand southwards, trailing his fingers across her stomach down through her light bush and nestled in her pink folds to stroke her clit. Bianca broke the kiss, and leaned backwards to support herself in the wall behind her, effectively spreading her legs slightly, giving Jon better access to her damp pussy. Jon continued to work his fingers around her clitoris, sometimes switching to dip them in her honey pot, only to resume stroking her clit. Bianca was whimpering quietly, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, the water directing on to her chest, cascading over her now fully erect nipples. Still working his hand, Jon took one of her breasts in his mouth, biting down gently on the nipple, causing her pussy to spasm around his hand, her juices lightly coating his fingers. She had bitten her bottom lip in an attempt to stop crying out. When her orgasm had subsided, she made Jon turn round so he had her back to her, positioning him under the stream of water. Taking some more soap, she firmly massaged his back for a few minutes, working out any knots she could find. However, she managed to work her way down to his firm buttocks, giving that a quick massage, before slipping her hands around Jon's waist, planting both hands on his manhood, semi-erect after her massage. Working her hands up and down the length of his dick, sometimes both together, otherwise alternately, altering her speed continually, she hugged herself into his back, grinding her pubic mound into his ass at the same time. Jon finding it hard to stand up properly, leant forward, supporting himself on the wall in front of him. The water felt good on his back, as did Bianca's nipples as they pressed into him. They continued in this fashion until his balls tightened and his seed splashed on the wall in front of him. After a few spurts, Bianca knelt on the shower floor in front of him and took his rod into her mouth, pumping his shaft, milking any sperm that was left. She let his penis go with a loud pop, and gave him a smile, slowly and deliberately licking her lips. "What have you got planned for today, Jonny baby?" she asked him as they washed their own bodies quickly. "Well, there's still that Criminal exam to revise for I guess, though anything is a welcome distraction at the moment." He switched off the water and reached around the curtain for their towels. "Like sex?" "Especially sex," he said with a grin, while drying himself off. "With anyone in particular, or just in general?" she asked teasingly. "Well... I don't really mind who I have sex with..." He trailed off when she crossed her arms and pouted at him sulkily. "But nothing compares to sex with you," he added hastily. Her expression softened and she wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a quick peck. "Awww... you really are the cutest guy ever. And to think if I'd never asked you to help me revise, we could have continually ignored each other." Jon, wrapping his towel around his waist, looked at her. "Hang on... I was going to ask you about ten minutes later, that's a bit unfair!" She was still smiling. "I do love winding you up, you get so serious." Jon, looking slightly bemused, stuck his head out of the shower, checking to see if the coast was clear. He listened, and hearing nothing but silence, stepped out, promptly followed by Bianca, also cocooned in her towel. A similar pattern continued at the door. When they were both in the corridor, Jon said his goodbye's, gave his girl a quick peck, and returned to his room. *** Part Two. "Hey buddy," Niall said when Jon entered his neighbour's room, a while later. "Hows things going Bianca-wise?" Jon just smiled. "That good huh, she must be one hell of a lay," his friend commented. "Hey, that's harsh. She's got a great personality too, she cares man, so feel free to get off her back. She's not just transport for breasts." "So there's more to her than just breasts? You'll have to introduce me to her, see if I can work my northern charm on her." "She's not easily persuaded mate, you'll have a helluva job on your hands," Jon said defensively. "Oh believe me mate, I'm only kidding, you two make such a good couple." "Thanks man," Jon said, slapping his mate on the back. "So what's the plan for the rest of the day dude? Still busy book-worming? Got any more 'group studying' to do?" "Oh sure man, I thought I'd like the afternoon to do some proper studying, before resuming my 'studying' with Bianca tonight," Jon replied with a wink. "Sounds good... Well, I'd better get back on with this project thing mate, so I'll see you at tea time." "Sure," Jon replied, halfway out the door. Unlocking his door, Jon cast his mind back over the last twenty-four hours. This time yesterday he could have only dreamt of what had happened since. She's an amazing woman, he thought. Thanking his lucky stars, he picked up his pen, opened his file, found his pad of paper, and began writing everything he could down about his next Criminal law topic. He was awoken from his work by a knock at the door. "Howdy!" he shouted. "Hello gorgeous, whatcha doing?" Bianca said opening the door. She was dressed in a white sports top with navy blue sports shorts and holding a tennis racquet in her hand. "Well, busy revising right now. Unless you can persuade me otherwise," he added, with an eyebrow raised quizzically. She laughed and waved the racquets at him. "Yes you sexy hunk of a man, I want you to do me with this." Jon's jaw dropped. "Oh you're so silly, y'know that? As if I'd have one of these thrusting in out of me, when I've got specially designed toys to do that. And I need to start carrying around a camera with me for when I wind you up, just to capture your expression." Jon was finding the image of Bianca masturbating one rather hard to shake. I wonder if that could be arranged, he thought. "Helloooooo, earth calling Sexy Spaceman Jon, come in please," he heard. "Sorry," he said, snapping back to reality. "What did you say?" "I said, did you want to play tennis with me? As in the sporty kind, not the tonsil kind," she said, pointing to her sport-wear. Jon looked down at his page of notes, then up at his dream girl in front of him a couple of times, trying to get his brain in gear, and not just his dick. "You're not convinced are you." Jon shook his head. She struck a thoughtful pose. "OK then, so if the idea of us sweating and burning off calories doesn't appeal, then can I tempt you with doubles? I could easily find two of my friends who'd welcome a revision distraction." Jon tried as hard as possible to keep a neutral face, partly not sure if she was winding him up again, and partly to try to prevent him from losing complete control. Bianca was the kind of girl who just didn't know ugly people. She looked at him over her glasses. That did it for him, there was no way he could resist such a sultry look. "OK then, you're on. Give me say... fifteen minutes? And I'll be there." "Fantastic! You're simply awesome. See ya in a bit then, we'll be ready and waiting..." With that, Bianca left, leaving Jon slightly dazed, still trying to work out whether she was talking about the tennis or something else. Ah well, he thought, I could do with getting out of this room for an hour or so. Can't do any harm. *** Part Three. "That was so out! That was like a foot outside the base line, there's no way you're having that!" Jon was sprawled on the concrete having just failed to return one of Bianca's back hand rockets, while his partner, Holly, was standing at the net remonstrating with Bianca and her partner Frederica, who everyone called Fred or Freddy for short. Pulling himself up, he walked over to Holly, trying to pull her away from the net to get her in position for Bianca's next serve. "C'mon luv, there's no need to argue about it. Let them cheat now, and it'll come back and haunt them," he said quietly in her ear. Holly's shoulders slumped and she stamped her foot in frustration. "It's just not fair Jon, that was never in, never ever ever." Jon looked down at the buxom brunette in front of him, who was frowning, wrinkles spread across her forehead. "OK, so life bites you in the ass sometimes. Lets just get on with the game hey? After all it's only a game." Holly blinked a couple of times, and eventually nodded. Her baby blue eyes were steely with determination, Jon noticed. Obviously she was smarting from having her friends not treat her fairly. And she wasn't going to let them get away with it. Jon, satisfied she was going to let it go, turned away and returned to his position on the base line. Knees bent, spinning his racket in his hands, he awaited Bianca's serve, brows furrowed in concentration. Bianca was having a quick conversation with her partner. Freddy had black curly hair down past shoulder length, and she was fiddling with her hair band, which was keeping her fringe out of her eyes. She had blue-green eyes, her eyelids heavily coated in dark eye shadow. She was quite tall, around six feet, and was quite proportionately slim. Turning away from each other, satisfied they had a plan, Bianca bounced the ball a couple of times. She threw it up in the air, and dispatched it over the net. It reached Jon at about waist height, and he swung a back hand back at it, landing it right at Freddy's feet. She stepped back and lobbed it back over the net. It came at a nice height for Holly to smash it with her forehand, neatly splitting the two girls, landing just inside the base line. It crashed into the fence behind them with a loud thud. Holly turned on her heel, and resumed her position, awaiting the next delivery, her expression unchanged. Jon, Bianca and Freddy all exchanged glances. Well, lets hope that got her stress out, he thought. Freddy lobbed a ball to Holly. "Hey, Holz, it's your serve girl." They were playing for serve, rather than following the tennis scoring system. Jon had never played like this before, but as they weren't keeping score, it seemed quite a logical way to do it. Holly, jaw clenched, sent over her serve. It bounced quite sharply, reaching Freddy at around head height. Closing her eyes, she swung her racket at it, catching it perfectly. She heard what sounded like a choking gasp. Opening her eyes, she saw a stricken Jon, flat on his back just on his side of the net, hands clutching his stomach. Dropping her racket, she rushed over with Bianca, and asked him what happened. "Didn't m-move... move out the... the way. C-c-caught me... in the stomach..." he replied, wincing in pain and gasping for air. "C'mon Jon, lets have a look you big sissy," Bianca said, rolling up his t-shirt. She moved his hands out the way, and revealed a tennis ball sized mark, already turning angry red, on the left hand side of his upper abdomen. The three girls tried to stifle their giggles. "Blimey Jon, you've got a pearler of a mark there, that's almost perfect," Freddy said. Jon's eyes opened in a flash, and he glanced down at the source of his pain. He groaned. "Is there any ice close to hand?" Bianca asked, trying to think of something practical to do. "Yeah, I've got some in my freezer I think," Holly replied. "Fantastic, can you wrap it in a tea towel or something and bring it back?" "Sure, I'll be right back. You coming Fred?" Freddy and Holly disappeared off in search of ice. Bianca remained crouched on her knees rubbing Jon's shoulder reassuringly. "It's OK my love, don't worry. Try and breathe normally, the girls will be back in a minute." Jon tried to control his breathing, taking big gulps of air. "Do they... know... about us?" he asked between gulps. "Yep, I did mention it to them that we had sex," she replied with no hesitation. "They're cool about it," she added when his eyes widened. "Nothing to be scared of sexy man, don't worry. They're pleased I think, they think you're cute. And being a wounded soldier is a big turn on, makes you seem quite heroic I think." Jon closed his eyes again, and nodded slowly. Bianca continued rubbing his shoulder. "Here we go Jon," Bianca said when Holly and Freddy returned, placing the cool compress on his stomach. Jon sighed when he felt the compress began to take effect. "Jon, I'm so sorry," Freddy told him. "Don't be... It was my fault... for not reacting quick... enough," he replied, still gasping slightly. "Well I still feel guilty, I never meant to hurt you." "It's fine... Honestly..." When he felt a bit better, the three girls helped him up on to his feet. Still holding the ice against his stomach, Holly and Freddy picked up the rackets, while Bianca put an arm round Jon's waist, and helped him back inside the hall building. She took him to his room, and unlocked his door with his keys, helping him over to his bed. Holly and Freddy followed them in. "Wow Jon, cool room you got here. Liking the posters," Holly commented, looking at his posters of different landscapes, tropical and otherwise. "Thanks," he replied, still short of breath, now lying on his bed. Bianca perched on the end of his bed, Freddy took the chair next to his sink, and Holly sat down on his desk chair. With all three girls looking at him, wearing concerned expressions, Jon tried his best to give a reassuring smile. "I'm OK, still hurts a bit, but I'll be fine in a bit." Bianca patted his leg. "OK, but we're all staying til you do." "I can't complain with that." The girls all laughed. There was a knock at the door. "Jonny boy, it's Niall, mate," came the call. "Come in!" Jon called back, slightly hoarsely. "Hey matey... Woah! What's going on in here?" Niall asked when he saw Jon had company. "Nothing mate... nothing. Just being looked after. Had a tennis accident." "OK... What sort of tennis accident? Someone stab you with a racket?" "Nope. I got a ball in the stomach." Niall grinned. "Is that as bad as it sounds?" Jon lifted his ice pack. Niall peered over. "Blimey mate, that's perfect... Gonna have one helluva bruise there. You've even got a pattern on it..." He looked at the three girls. "So who's guilty?" Freddy put her hand up. "Me. I caught one of Holz's serves perfectly, and he just didn't react quick enough." "Ah. Slow reactions eh? Well, I'll leave you in these capable hands my friend. See you at dinner." "Cheers mate, see you then." Not used to entertaining more than one person at a time, Jon's mind was in overdrive. I wish they'd all surround me and start stroking my limbs or something, rather than just sit there and look at me, he thought. Or start kissing each other; just something other than sitting there looking all cute and concerned. As if they'd read his mind Freddy and Holly stood up. "Hey Bianca, I think we're gonna get showers in. Bit sweaty after all that tennis. Nice to meet you Jon!" Holly said. They both gave coy waves and left. Dammit, Jon thought to himself. Jon and Bianca were left looking at each other. "I hope they didn't mean showers together," Jon said. "You mean, you hope they're showering together?" Bianca asked innocently. Jon paused. "That pause told me everything I wanted to know," Bianca said with a grin. "I've got you figured out you hunk. You've got a dirty mind underneath all that shyness." Jon felt his cheeks begin to burn. "OK, OK, I admit it. I wish they were showering together," he admitted, holding his hands up in defence. "Oh really? What exactly do you wish they were doing while they shower together?" Evil, pure evil, Jon thought. How the hell am I supposed to tell her what I wish they were doing without sounding like some kind of pervert. Though I am a pervert. Every guy's a pervert to some extent. Dammit... "Y'know... Washing each other? That kind of stuff? C'mon, y'know, it's obvious isn't it?" Not the most satisfactory answer under pressure, he thought. "Well no, I haven't got a clue what you're thinking. I'm just wondering if you're thinking along similar lines to what I'd imagine them doing." Jon's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. "You m-m-mean... You t-t-think ab-bout it t-too?" he said in disbelief, the pitch of his voice raising slightly. "Oh yes... I could definitely get off on imagining two of my friends having a shower together," she said, tucking her hair behind her ears. "R-r-really? Well that's g-great," Jon mumbled. There was an awkward silence. "So what do you think they're doing right now, sexy man?" she asked him eventually, putting her hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. Jon noticed a lusty edge to her words. She was leaning over him now, her eyes filling with erotic fire. "Well... ermmm... I'd imagine that... Freddy would be soaping up... Holly's... breasts," he said finally, the image causing his dick to harden in his shorts. She straddled his hips, sitting on his growing erection. "And how would she be doing that?" Bianca asked softly. "Crumbs... I dunno... little circles maybe? Softly caressing them?" "Show me..." Her voice was filled with her arousal now, her eyes flaming with desire. Jon put his hands on her breasts and began massaging them slowly through her top. "Oh Jon baby... That feels so good," she purred. "What would they do next?" "Ermmm... I reckon that... Holly would start soaping Freddy in more... intimate places." She raised an eyebrow. "And how would that feel?" Jon stopped massaging her breasts and trailed his hands down to her crotch, where he began fondling her genitals through her shorts, noticing that a damp patch had formed at the entrance to her pussy. Moving over her shorts lightly, he felt her shiver, as he gently stroked her inner thighs, continually moving in circles. She let out a small moan when he stroked up and down her slit, and began circling her clit through the dampening material. "Oh Jonny baby, you make me so horny... Don't stop you tease, don't stop," she whispered hoarsely. Jon kept rubbing her slit through her shorts, pressing harder on her sensitive spot, as he made his circuit around her clothed genitals. When she could stand it no more, she jumped off the bed, stripped off her top and sports bra, her breasts bouncing loose. "Strip off those shorts you tease, I need some release!" she cried. Jon, not wanting to disappoint, slipped his shorts and underwear off, his erection springing free. The Stress of Revision Ch. 03 Part One. Bianca led Jon to her room by the hand. Jon, still trying to replay the kiss that he had just seen in his head, merely followed her looking quite dazed. Stopping outside her door, she fiddled around inside her bag, looking for her keys. When she found them, she looked up at Jon. "What's up honey? You look like you've never seen two girls kissing before." If Jon's eyes could grow wider, they did so here. "How can you just say that?" he said incredulously. "It's like every guy's dream to see that right there in front of them, and you just pass it off as an everyday occurrence!" "Well, it is just about. Especially when there's some guys around to ogle us." "Right..." Jon said, trying to get his head around it. "But you'd do it anyway even if there weren't guys around?" "Well, I dunno, yeah I guess. But it's more fun if there's a guy around, just to watch the reaction." She opened her door and walked in, leaving Jon in the corridor shaking his head. "You coming sexy?" she asked him, leaning on the wall next to her door, in such a way that seemed to highlight her cleavage. Jon nodded dumbly and walked forward into her room, the door closing behind him. Bianca flung her arms round his neck and leapt on him, wrapping her shapely legs around his waist. "So then sexy man, are you looking forward to your surprise?" she said, flashing her teeth in her smile. Jon nodded slowly, still finding the power of speech beyond him. "Close your eyes then, put your hands over your ears for good measure for me and face the door please," she told him authoritatively. Jon obliged, unable to hear or see anything. What on earth can she be doing? It's gone a bit far to be a big wind up, so what's going on? He could feel his heart beating quite firmly in his chest, making him realise he was a little nervous. He felt her tug his hands off his ears. "Don't open your eyes," she said quickly. "I just want you to be able to hear now." He heard her settle down on her bed. "OK sexy, you can open your eyes." Jon did so, and turned round. The first thing he noticed was Bianca laying on her side on her bed, knees just slightly bent. Jon's eyes widened as he took the scene in fully. She was wearing lacy red lingerie, highlighting the contrast to her creamy skin. Jon became very aware of the swelling in his groin, as her toned body began to take effect on him. He just couldn't remember a sexier sight, than a girl from his dreams, decorated in erotic underwear, wearing a look that just had "I want you. NOW!" written all over it. She held out her hand that wasn't supporting her head. "Come here then gorgeous," she said delicately. Jon felt that invisible hand pushing him forwards again. He stumbled forward, grabbing hold of her hand and settling down on the edge of her bed. A fruity scent filled his nostrils. Must be new perfume, he thought. Crumbs, she's made an effort here. "You like?" she asked, smiling sweetly at him. Jon nodded, hoping the image would be burned on to the inside of his eyelids. Good God she's absolutely smoking hot! She frowned. "You not going to say anything?" "W-words j-just seem t-to fail m-me at t-t-times like this-s," Jon managed to say, after opening and closing his mouth a few times. "But I can be safely assured that it was worth the effort, and I'm going to be ravished?" she asked, twirling a finger in a lock of hair that was hanging around her shoulders. He nodded, trying to get his brain to function coherently. "I th-think that can b-be arranged," he whispered hoarsely. Suddenly, he found himself looking at her, and there was what felt like a pause in time, as their eyes locked, and if by some sort of magnetism, they were drawn to each other, Jon slipping his arms around Bianca's waist, as hers slipped around his neck. Simultaneously their eyes closed and they were joined together by a passionate kiss, tongues encircling each other, Jon entranced by her sweet smell radiating from her body. Bianca felt like she was melting in his arms. The kiss lasted several moments. As it broke, Bianca moaned softly and whispered in Jon's ear, "Undo my bra." Jon felt around her back for the clasp, struggling with it for a few seconds, before her breasts were released into the open. He threw the bra over his shoulder somewhere, once Bianca has slipped her body out of it. He cupped them in his hands, using his thumbs to press lightly on her nipples, causing them to extend slightly. She gave another quiet moan, causing Jon's dick to twitch in response. Blimey, he thought, I never realised a moan could have that kind of effect. What does she want me to do next though? I can't play with her tits forever. Well, I quite easily could, but that's probably not what she wants... Spookily as if she could read his mind, Bianca said in a husky voice, "Kiss me." His hands still playing with her naked breasts, he met her halfway in another steamy kiss, Bianca's desire evident as she kissed him hungrily. As this kiss broke, she was tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. Reluctantly, Jon let her breasts go, putting his arms straight up, so she could slip his t-shirt over his head. Bianca screwed his t-shirt up into a ball, and threw it back over Jon's shoulder, in a similar style to how he had dealt with her bra, causing them both to laugh. Any tension or nervousness that had existed between them, was now gone, and Jon suddenly found himself in control of the situation. He pushed Bianca on to her back, as her hands roamed all over his chest and torso, Jon shivering as her touch came into contact with his tickle spots. Bianca noticed his wriggling. "Are you ticklish sexy man?" she asked him, teasingly, her fingers poised, ready to tickle him if he denied it. Jon sensed this, and merely responded by stroking up and down her sides, causing Bianca to squirm beneath him, as he came into contact with her sensitive areas. "I guess we both are then," he said. Bianca nodded, bracing herself for a tickle onslaught. With both sets of hands wandering all over the other's bodies, gently squeezing nipples, and stroking the outlines of muscles, their eyes constantly locked together, Jon felt his penis reach diamond hardness. Bianca was the first to make a move, dipping a hand inside the waist band of his shorts, briefly coming into contact with his helmet, causing Jon to groan with pleasure, as he felt the tingling sensations course through him. "I think we'd better take these off sexy man," she said, gently tugging at his shorts. He gave her a hand in slipping them off his legs, leaving his dick still encased in his underwear, the head threatening to expose itself at the waistband. Bianca, her eyes smouldering with intimate desire, also tugged down his underwear, without help this time, allowing his rock hard erection to spring free at such an angle so it was pointing at her panty covered sex. Bianca made her next intention expressly clear. "Put it in me." Jon pushed aside her bright red underwear, releasing a scent of her female arousal, which heightened his desire even further than he thought humanly possible. He slipped the head of his cock inside her hot depths, causing a series of small moans as he kept going all the way to the hilt. "God, Jon, that's wonderful, I feel like I'm splitting in two!" she cried as he impaled her slowly on his length. Jon too was feeling wonderful, like he had just put his cock into something that was just slightly too small for him. She was all around him, so wet and tight. He made slow thrusts with his hips until her sopping vagina had adjusted to his size, Bianca moaning her approval all the while. He was inside properly now, reaching every corner of her velvet tightness, still taking slow, deep thrusts, trying to keep control of himself in the situation. "Oh please Jon, don't hold back, fuck me, fuck me..." she breathed through her moans. Jon responded by increasing his rhythm so he was around mid tempo. He then took hold of her perky pink nipples, giving them a quick squeeze, causing Bianca to squeal. He changed his hand position so that he was cupping her breasts in his hands, her nipples grazing his palms, and increased his tempo further, driving his hips into hers with increasing force. "I'm not going to last much longer, don't stop lover," she cried out, still managing to fit a moan in between words. Her moans increased and became more shrill as he continued to increase his thrusting, feeling his balls beginning to tingle at the prospect of release. He took his hands off her breasts and held her hips, as his thrusts reached maximum tempo, Bianca grabbing hold of the headboard behind her, the mattress bouncing up and down with their movements. "Oh, oh... fuck me! I'm so close, I'm so close," Bianca cried out, her loins beginning to shiver around Jon's incessant thrusting. Jon responded with a few deep grunts, giving an almighty final thrust, and releasing his seed into Bianca's pussy. He gave several large spurts, followed by a few less powerful ones. She squealed as the sensation of his seed splashing inside her set off her own climax, Jon feeling his cock being squeezed as if he were in a vice, as she began to spasm around him, reaching the height of erotic pleasure. Panting for breath, Jon slipped his cock out of her pussy, losing his balance, and falling off the bed, landing in a heap on the floor. He lay there, completely out of breath, his head still spinning from his own orgasm, which had been one of the most intense he could ever remember. After a few moments, he opened his eyes to find Bianca staring down at him. She was smiling at him, a wide cheesy grin he'd not seen before. "That was amazing," she said. "Think you've got enough in the tank to do that again?" Jon struggled to his feet. "I'll certainly have a good go at it," he responded, rising to the challenge. Bianca giggled. "I'm in for a treat then if it's as good as the last one," she said, reaching out for his hands, pulling him on to the bed. Jon settled down beside her, laying on his side. Bianca dipped two fingers inside her freshly fucked pussy, and brought them up to her mouth, licking them clean. The sight of her sucking their lovemaking off her fingers caused Jon's penis to stir. Feeling his penis rise against her thigh, Bianca immediately took it in her other hand, and began fondling it again, gently caressing the head. Jon put a hand between her thighs, joining her fingers, which were making slow strokes across her silky slit. Bianca let his fingers take over, as they gently caressed her labia. She instead proceeded to fondle his balls, cupping them in her wet hand. With both of her hands on his genitals, Jon soon became rigid again. Giving him a look of approval, she brought her mouth up to his, thrusting her tongue deep inside. Jon pushed his tongue back against hers, his hand still stroking up and down her slit. Breaking the kiss, Bianca looked up at him, a twinkle in her eye. "I want to try something a little different," she said. "OK," Jon replied. "What's on your mind?" "Do me over the desk..." she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling him. He responded by climbing off the bed, then leaning over to help her stand up. She gripped the edge of her desk, spreading her legs slightly, giving Jon a perfect view of her glistening pussy lips. Bianca wriggled her hips slightly, making her desire obvious. "Jonny baby..." she moaned, "Don't tease me, I need that ramrod of yours in me!" Not wanting to disappoint a woman in need, cock in hand, Jon positioned himself behind Bianca, rubbing his cock between her puffy labia, inhaling her arousal. He had found animal instinct had taken over, none of his usual questions were bouncing around his brain. One thing had taken over; to satisfy this woman. "Jon!" she virtually screamed. At that point, he slammed into her, causing the blonde girl to slump over the desk, gasping for breath, as her brain filled with stars. Not quite sure where the energy came from, Jon began to fuck Bianca with earnest, his grunting becoming more and more animal-like in nature. The pressure of her hot tunnel soon took its toll, as he felt his balls churn and fire his second orgasm deep into her belly. Not quite sure why, Jon continued to slam in and out of Bianca's pussy, as if there were no tomorrow, his dick rapidly deflating. Bianca could feel the pressure of his hot rod decreasing inside her, but with his balls still slamming into her clit, sending sparks of electricity through her body every time they came into contact, she soon had a climax of her own. Jon could feel her legs begin to tremble and decided to remove his now limp penis, and thrust two fingers into her quivering pussy, coming into direct with Bianca's tender fleshy pad. Jon pressed down, his thumb coming into contact with her little sensitive nub. This served to set off rockets in Bianca's brain, as she let out a high pitched scream, coming forcefully around his fingers. Her orgasm lasted several seconds, as she bucked around his hand, gripping the desk for dear life. Her knees were weak, and she lost the strength in her arms for a few seconds, causing her to slip backwards, the force of which, caused them both to end up on the floor, heavily panting for breath, Jon in particular after the shock of having the wind knocked out of him. Taking a few moments to recover his senses, Jon realised he could feel a draught coming under the door. This served to cool him, as he felt the Bianca's body heave up and down on top of him, as she fought for air. Somehow, she had twisted in falling over, her perky nipples pressing into his stomach, near where the perfect purple bruise he had sustained playing tennis was. Jon gently caressed the back of her head, the blonde hair running softly through his fingers. He gazed at the gorgeous creature on top of him, covered in a fine film of sweat, making her skin glisten in the mediocre light. She looks like an angel, particularly the way that golden hair is just splayed around her, he thought. He found her dark eyes gazing up at him, and she gave him a tired smile. Stroking the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair, he whispered, "Thanks for my surprise." She gave him a look of complete non-comprehension. Jon's brain didn't quite understand why she was looking confused. "You said you had a surprise for me. I thought the whole lingerie thing and the... unbelievable sex... was the surprise." She kept her expression neutral. "You mean that wasn't the surprise?" Jon asked, half disbelieving, half hopeful of something to come. She gave her coy smile. "It wasn't much of a surprise was it? Some lacy underwear, new perfume and a new position. Sheez, you can't have lived if a girl's not put on her finest drawers and well... taken them off again." Bianca patted his cheek and reached for her mobile phone with her other hand, pressing a couple of buttons. Must be checking for messages, Jon thought. "I can't really remember any other girl making an effort quite like you have. It's always been sex really, no romance or anything involved." Makes me sound like some kind of stud that, he thought to himself. "I think you've missed out then," Bianca responded, putting her phone back where she got it from, seeming satisfied. "Obviously... I actually feel comfortable talking to you after sex, rather than having to curl up and sleep on the floor. Makes a change to actually be able to share a bed," Jon admitted. She turned to him and frowned. "So you're saying you've never been in a proper loving relationship?" "I think it depends what you consider to be a loving relationship, in all fairness," Jon replied defensively. "I mean, is this a loving relationship?" "I know we used sex as an ice breaker and it's been something that I would normally not do, but I had a sense with you that you were different in some way," she countered. "And I've been proved right so far, sex with you has proved that we have a connection, you just seem so in tune with my body, it's spooky. And although we've not been out on a date as such yet, that feeling when you put that dick of yours in me... I'm not willing to call that just sex. There's feelings behind all that. Am I right?" Jon thought about what she'd said for a minute. It's true, I've never been in a relationship where I've actually cared about the girl quite as much as I have with Bianca, he decided. And I hope there's more to this than just sex, I don't want to end up as fuck buddies or something, I quite like the company, she's a fun person to be around. And you just don't see brains, beauty and an easy-going nature in the same place much... Maybe two of the three, but definitely not all three. And if I add 'willing to sleep with me' to that... Yeah, I'd love to have her as a girlfriend. No complaints. In response to her question, he eventually nodded. "I so know you wanted to say something there, you're just too scared," Bianca teased. Jon swallowed a couple of times, and decided to be honest with her. "Yeah, you're completely right. I do have feelings behind all this sex. A helluva lot of feelings. Ever since I was a teenager, I dreamed of one day marrying a pretty girl, and I'm not suggesting we get married, but if at some point in the future, I did marry you, I'd be over the moon. As for a relationship now, the sex has certainly been an ice breaker, but I hope that won't stop me from doing normal things with you, like going to the cinema, or wandering around the European markets on a Saturday, being able to admire the fountains or the ducks on the river. Being a couple, y'know... things like that." He broke eye contact, a little bit embarrassed at everything he'd said. Why does being open with girls have to be so embarrassing, he wondered. When he looked up again, he began to realise what Bianca meant when she wanted to capture expressions. Hers was of complete shock, her eyes bugging out, her mouth wide open. He leaned forward, putting a finger under her chin, closing her mouth. That seemed to galvanise her into moving, and she threw her arms around him in a fierce embrace. A knock at the door made them jump. Jon looked panicked, but Bianca merely smiled at him. "It's ok, I think I know what this is." Jon looked helplessly at her. "I think this could be your surprise..." Bianca said, climbing off the bed, still completely naked, and walked to the door. "Who is it?" she called out. "It's Jon surprise!" came the reply. To his disbelief, and not for the first time that day, Jon was rendered speechless, as Holly and Frederica walked in. *** Part Two. "Hey you two," Holly said, smiling brightly. "What's been going on in here then?" Freddy asked, mock seriously. The two of them turned to Jon, who had turned a deep crimson colour and had covered himself in Bianca's sheets to hide his modesty. "Bless him," Bianca said to her friends, "he gets so embarrassed. But his mind under all that shyness will be churning away with dirty thoughts." Jon couldn't deny it, and gave a helpless shrug. His mind had been wandering, considering the possibilities that lay before him. Somehow though, he thought it would be wrong to make any moves, he was certain that Bianca would have it all planned out. "I guess it's just an instinctive reaction to be embarrassed," he said. "And I can't help being a guy, dirty thoughts are what make us tick." The girls all laughed. "Oh Jon, you can be so cute sometimes," Bianca told him, sitting down on the bed and ruffling his hair affectionately. "Now, shall I bring you up to speed with what's going on?" He nodded. "That'd be nice," he said bemusedly. The Stress of Revision Ch. 04 Part One Once Jon had been dragged off by Bianca, Niall took several moments to recover his senses. When he did, he realised the remaining girls, Karla, Kristen, Tasha, Holly and Freddy, were sat staring intently at him. OK, he thought to himself, this isn't a good time to say something stupid. Just keep it cool... "So... Do you girls do that all the time?" he asked innocently, referring to the intimate snog he had just witnessed between his love interest Karla, and Jon's squeeze, Bianca. Kristen replied first. "It depends," she answered mysteriously. "On what?" Niall replied, sounding interested. "Well... basically whether we like who's asking," Tasha responded, flashing a shy smile at him, casually flicking her long hair back over her shoulder. "Ah right... Well, rest assured I'm not gonna ask whether you girls like me, I don't think I could take five on at once," Niall said, waving a hand nonchalantly. This brought the girls into a round of chuckles. "Is that a challenge girls?" Holly said looking around at her comrades. "What do you think he'd do if we all jumped him at once?" Freddy continued, which for some reason made Niall squirm a little uncomfortably, while his insides were giving a roar of anticipation. Oh God, make me the luckiest guy alive... The five girls sat and pondered Freddy's motion for a few seconds. Niall sat swirling the dregs of his pint, his heart racing as he awaited some kind of response. To his slight disappointment, Karla held up her hands. "Listen girls, let's not get ahead of ourselves here, we don't know what he's like in bed yet." The girls all nodded their agreement. Niall felt slightly disheartened. Dammit! Though does that mean she's willing to find out? I wonder... Coming back from inside his thoughts, Niall felt someone tugging at his arm. Turning his head slightly, he saw it was Karla, who gave him a wink, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, her hot breath tickling his lobe. "I'd really like to find out how good in bed you are however." There it is... A proposition that no guy in the world could turn down. Hell yeah! Linking her hand with his, she pulled him into a standing position, and not for the first time that evening, one of the guys was dragged away by one of the girls. Freddy marked the moment further with a loud wolf whistle, causing Niall to blush as he glanced back over his shoulder. Karla merely smiled, continuing to pull Niall forwards towards her room, a determined glint in her eyes. As they disappeared out of the bar, Tasha turned to Kristen, and muttered, "What do you think Karla's going to do to that poor boy then?" Holly and Freddy leaned in at this point, ears pricked up. Kristen grinned. "I think ol' Karla there has found her man, and Niall isn't gonna stand a chance there, she gets what she wants don't she..." "He'll be going round in circles tomorrow, he won't have any up and down left," Holly giggled, to which they all chuckled. "Drinks girls?" Freddy asked, standing up and grabbing her bag. When they'd all given her their orders, and Freddy had returned, skilfully handling four glasses, they all put their heads together, leaning over the table. "So... we've got two of our group taken now," Holly said. "What do we all think? Like about Jon and Niall?" Straight away, Tasha answered, "I like them both, they're not like the other dicks around here." Kristen looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "I agree Tashy. I just feel slightly gutted Bianca got in first, I had my eye on Jon myself. He's so cute!" "You like Jon hey... Gotta admit, I did always have a soft spot for Niall," Tasha added. "There was like during Freshers Week in September when we had a few drinks together down here, but he'd just come out of a relationship then. But there was just this genuine air about him. He's one of these guys you can just trust immediately. Full credit to Karla for getting in there, he sure knows how to make a lady feel special alright..." Tasha had tailed off, a distant gaze on her face, clearly trying to remember exactly what had happened on that night. Freddy looked at her slightly suspiciously. "How come you've never mentioned that before?" Tasha double taked. "Well, I dunno really. Nothing happened between us, it was only a few drinks! I just don't think he wanted to let himself go back then." "So you're not mad at Karla for getting in there first?" Freddy asked cautiously. Tasha thought about this, scratching the back of her head. "No," she said eventually. "I'd have loved to have slept with him, but there just wasn't quite that spark to have a relationship with him. If Karla's found that with him, then I've got no reason to be jealous at all." "So if the opportunity arose now to sleep with him, would you still take that?" Holly asked. Once again, Tasha struck a thoughtful pose. "Yeah, I guess I would. He's just one of these guys that's got one of these voices that no matter what you're talking about always seems to make me slightly horny. Know what I mean?" The other three girls nodded. "OK," Holly said slowly. "Do you know of Bianca's plans?" Freddy smiled to herself, knowing of what Bianca had up her sleeve, while Kristen and Tasha shook their heads. Boy, they were gonna get a shock, Freddy thought to herself. "Well," Holly continued, "Bianca has big group plans from what we can gather," pointing at herself and Freddy. "Group plans?" Tasha asked, sounding confused. "Yeah," Freddy replied. "Y'know... a bit of group fun shall we say." Kristen looked blank. Holly sighed. "Are you talking sex here?" Tasha muttered in Freddy's ear. "Bingo!" was Freddy's reply, watching closely as Tasha and Kristen absorbed this information. It was Tasha who responded first. "Do you think Jon and Niall are gonna be up for that?" Holly nodded. "I reckon they're down to earth guys. Bianca has a hunch that they can separate feelings from sex, and I know she's taking a small risk with Niall, but Jon had such an effect on her she thinks that he's something that needs to be shared around. Spreading the wealth as it were." Tasha was trying to absorb all this. "So, basically you're saying that Bianca has gone out of her way to try and find sexual partners for us all, who just happen to be these two guys?" It was Freddy who nodded this time. "Yep, that's about right. I think she wants to turn them into the equivalent of a harem." "You mean like, if we need sex, we'd just go to either one, and get serviced?" Kristen asked. Holly smiled. "Yeah, pretty much. How does this sound? Obviously Bianca will talk to us all once she's made a decision, but it seems like a suitable point to test the water with you two. Fred and I are up for it, I can't think of an easier solution to my man troubles at the moment, seeing as they all seem to be complete tossers around here. And this way there's no strings attached, it's just sex. And we all need a bit of that now and again," Holly finished with a smile. Tasha grinned. "Yeah, it's been too long since I had a real cock. So you reckon Jon's amazing in bed?" "I thought you liked Niall?" Freddy retorted. Tasha looked a bit bashful. "Well yeah I do, but right now if Jon's got a proven track record, then I could do with a good servicing. Surely Karla will report back on Niall tomorrow?" Kristen and Holly chuckled at Freddy's bewildered reaction to what Tasha had just said. "So it works out all good all round then?" Holly asked tentatively. "Yeah, report back to Bianca that all she has to do is convince Jon and Niall now," Tasha replied. Holly heard her phone go off in her bag. "I think that's going to be the plan," she said, checking the message then looking at Freddy. "You ready to go hun?" Kristen looked at them both as they stood up, collecting their bags. "You two off?" "Yep, Bianca's putting her plan into action. Jon may well end up lucky tonight," Freddy responded. Tasha looked at them wide eyed. "You're g-going to have s-sex with them n-now?" "Well, I think that might be on the cards, yes," was Holly's reply. "Blimey... Well, good luck then, let us know how he takes it," Kristen said, sounding rather rueful. Waving goodbye, Holly and Freddy hand in hand headed out of the bar, and up to Bianca's room. As they reached Bianca's corridor, Freddy stopped and turned to her friend. "Do you think we're doing the right thing here?" Holly stopped walking and put both hands firmly on Freddy's shoulders. "Look Fred, you've already admitted Jon's a nice guy. Sure, he's technically going out with Bianca, but it's not as if we're going behind her back at all is it? She wants to share him with us. Whenever we want to have sex with him, all we have to do is ask. And don't tell me you're not turned on by the idea?" Freddy's squirmed a little uncomfortably, looking rather bashful. Holly had a gleam in her eye that Freddy only usually saw when they were bored and had had some lonely evenings together that had involved several of Holly's strap on dildos. Her worries weren't unfounded, as pinning her friend up against the corridor wall, Holly's hands immediately started to caress Freddy's body through her top. Freddy looked horrified. "Holz, what are you doing! We can't do this in the corridor!" she hissed. Holly gave no reply, instead she leaned in over her friend and gave her a wet kiss on the lips. Under her hands, Holly felt Freddy relax slightly. This lead to Holly bringing her hands up to cup Freddy's breasts, gently brushing her nipples with her thumbs. "Oh Holly... You don't half know how to make a girl feel amazing... I feel so horny right now..." Freddy said breathily, now slumped against the wall, eyes slightly glazed and breathing hard. Holly smiled, and grabbed her friend by the hand. "C'mon Fred, we've got a date with Jon to fulfil. Save your horniness for him." With that, they knocked on Bianca's door. *** Part Two Meanwhile, Niall had been well and truly worn out by Karla's sexual stamina. After engaging in the roughest, fastest sex of his life, Niall was lying flat on his back in Karla's bed, with his girl snuggled down next to him, her golden hair draped over his chest, seemingly returned to the innocent, shy girl he had virtually fallen for. Good God, that was unbelievable! Niall thought to himself. She's like an animal in bed, and so dominating... Wow... He turned on to his side, which caused the gorgeous Swede to open her eyes sleepily. "Hello sexy," she said huskily. "Hey there," came Niall's hoarse reply. "Was that worth waiting for?" Karla asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Niall pretended to think about it for a few seconds, which made Karla punch him on the arm. "Ow!" he exclaimed, rubbing the spot where she'd hit him. "That was uncalled for!" "Well answer the question, or I'll find my handcuffs and then be forced to whip you soundly," was the sleepy response. As good as that sounded to him, Niall answered meekly, "It was definitely worth waiting for, I'd never expected you to be so wild between the sheets, and you caught me unawares really." Even in the half light Niall noticed Karla turn crimson. "I guess I just have needs like any other person, and its just what gets me off..." she tailed off. "Oh believe me, I'm not complaining! I was just surprised that's all. How can there be so much aggression in you?" Niall asked, digging her lightly in the ribs. "I dunno... I just tried it once, and it was sooooo intense being in that kind of power, cos guys are usually in charge really." "Yeah, that's true. Makes a change," Niall admitted. He snuggled back under the sheets again, as Karla's warm naked body cuddled into his side. They lay like this for a few moments, Niall listening to her deep breathing, feeling her breasts rub into his ribs when she breathed in. Their sweet sexual odour was still in the air, surrounding them it seemed like an invisible aura. Karla was the first to break the silence. "Niall?" "Yes Karla, what's up babe?" Karla took a deep breath before answering. What am I gonna do if he flips or something? I sure hope Bianca's plan works here. "Y'know the girls in the bar tonight?" Niall looked at her and answered slowly, a thousand thoughts suddenly racing through his mind. "Yeeeees..." "Which of them would you like to fuck besides me?" *** Part Three. Only Tasha and Kristen were left in the bar now. "Weren't we gonna go out at some point tonight?" Tasha asked to no-one in particular. "Yeah, I think that was the back up plan wasn't it..." Kristen answered. "I'm not really up for it now to be honest, now that bombshell's been dropped on us. My brain hurts thinking about it all." "I'm with you there Krissy, I'm just trying to imagine how it'd all work. One thing that comes to mind immediately is what happens if we all get attached to each other? Surely there's no way that it'd work out if that happened." "But would that be a problem?" Kristen asked. "Could you share a guy with anyone else?" Tasha asked with a frown. "I dunno... If I knew who they were, and there was an understanding among everyone, then I don't see why not. It'd take some getting used to, sure, but it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world," Kristen replied. "Why, do you believe that it wouldn't work?" Tasha looked taken aback at her friend's response. "Krissy! How could it work? How could you sleep with a guy if you knew he'd been sleeping with other girls?" "I reckon that it would be all fine so long as there'd be complete understanding between all parties involved. I can't figure out why you're being so stuck up about this," was Kristen's unperturbed reply as she finished her drink. "Stuck up! I'm not being stuck up! I just don't think it's right!" "OK OK, calm down Tashy, you'll make a scene. You haven't fallen for anybody yet," Kristen said coolly. Tasha sighed. "I know Krissy, but I have to think these things through before I make a decision. I want this to work, but the idea of the two guys each having the six of us all to themselves just sounds weird. Do you know of anything that happens like that?" "To be honest," Kristen said with a chuckle, "it's the kind of thing that nobody would reveal." Tasha sighed again. "Yeah, you're right I guess." "Listen honey, lets give it a try. We all need to see if everyone's comfortable with the idea," Kristen said, giving her friend a pat on the arm. "You seem all for it," Tasha replied, almost spitefully. "Yeah, maybe I do. It sounds like it could work. Imagine this, okay. Imagine that the eight of us, us six girls, with Jon and Niall, all lived in a house one day. We've all slept together at one point or another this year, haven't we?" Tasha nodded, her mind switching back to the first time Kristen and her had fooled around. "Therefore, we're all comfortable with each other. The two guys are pretty cool, Jon probably more sensitive than Niall, but I can't imagine either of them turning an opportunity down like this to sleep with six girls. They're also pretty tight, aren't they? There wouldn't be any jealousy between them, for example if the girls preferred one or the other. They're also rather altruistic between them from what we've heard, they'd put our pleasure before either of theirs." "What about making friends and stuff? The two guys would have a terrible time making friends, not being able to reveal the biggest secret of their lives," Tasha pointed out. "This is where I think Bianca's been clever in finding two guys. Jon and Niall are best mates. They're not competitive between themselves are they? Therefore, they'll be fine making friends. They won't give up a three to one ratio to share us with their mates will they?" Tasha shook her head. "Precisely, they'd be barmy to do that. If it was just Jon, he'd probably go nuts having to be around guys, and not being able to tell them all that he's sleeping with six girls. And no guy can satisfy six women at once. Three at once seems rather more realistic." "There is method in all this madness then," Tasha admitted. "Indeed. I mean, we're only going on what we've been told, who knows what Bianca's got up her sleeve," Kristen said. "And at the moment, there seems to be a three way split as well," Tasha said thoughtfully. "How do you mean?" Kristen asked. "Well, look at the figures. You and Bianca fancy Jon. Karla and I fancy Niall. And who knows what Holz and Fred are thinking. They'd probably alternate between the two I reckon." Kristen nodded. "That's a darn good point Tashy. And as I said earlier, we're all rather well acquainted with each other aren't we? So no-one would feel left out would they?" Tasha shrugged. "I'm warming to the idea to be honest. Obviously, we're gonna have to try it all out first to see how everyone reacts and stuff. But if it works out, then hell, we'd be sorted for life just about." Kristen grinned. "I knew you'd come round eventually," she said. "Time at the bar!" came the call from Tim, the barman. Downing the rest of her drink, Tasha put the glass down and glanced at her friend as they stood up to leave. "What you up to now?" Kristen gave a sly smile. "I thought I'd acquaint myself with Niall," she said, a lusty glint in her eyes. "Niall?" Tasha asked incredulously. "But I want Niall!" "Come with me then silly. Lets put this all to the test." "Now?" Tasha replied, looking worried and sounding nervous. "Well, do you want to do it when you're thinking rationally?" Kristen pointed out. "Ah... Point taken. You reckon Karla wouldn't mind?" "Karla? The dominatrix? She'd love two girls to dominate, remember when Holz and Fred had that time with her? They slept virtually the entire next day, she'd worn them out so much. Not got an exam or anything tomorrow have you?" "Nope." Tasha's mind was racing now. Oh my God! I could sleep with Niall tonight... And I'll never forget being blindfolded and gagged that time with Karla, my pussy never felt the same after that night, goodness knows what she did to me. I'm up for some of that again! "Right, we've got a plan then. Lets go! I'm already feeling rather wet in anticipation here..." Kristen said, striding towards the bar door, Tasha following closely behind as they headed up to Karla's room. Part Four. And there it is, Niall thought to himself, the prospect of a threesome... How the fuck do I answer this question? I like all of 'em, they're all so smoking hot, I just guess I'm most attracted to Karla here. "I think it depends on the motives for why you're asking as to how I answer that question Karla babe," he decided upon as the safest way to start. She looked at him thoughtfully. "I'm merely asking because I want to know who to ask to join us in the future," she said carefully. Niall's eyes widened. "You're kidding me," he said hoarsely. Karla smiled and glanced down at his penis, which was beginning to make a lump in the sheets. "I think you like the sound of it though, or am I mistaken by your dick's reaction?" This is a dream... Stuff like this doesn't happen in real life, Niall was thinking to himself. He swallowed audibly. "You mean... You mean it was a genuine question?" When Karla nodded, Niall thought his head was going to explode. Oh my God... Oh my God! Who do I say? Any of them I guess, I'm not overly fussed, they're all above the threshold aren't they... I can't believe this is happening. How on earth did Jonny Boy get so lucky as to stumble in on this group of girls? "Well, to be honest, I think the girls should decide who want to be there, rather than me choosing. That way there's no disappointment is there?"