3 comments/ 41343 views/ 5 favorites Flatmates Ch. 01 By: sally_ja_hawkins It made me feel such a voyeur, but I couldn't help it. What was I supposed to do -- go to bed wearing earplugs, or playing music at loud volume? My flatmate Victoria was putting me nightly through erotic hell. She'd return home each evening with her new girlfriend, and the two of them would proceed to have very noisy sex together for what seemed like hours. Her room was immediately next to mine, and through the paper-thin walls my attempts at sleep were continually interrupted by the two women's drawn-out, hysterical orgasms. Even before the advent of the girlfriend, I knew fair well that Victoria is not exactly coy, or discreet, when it comes to sex. And it's surprisingly difficult to drift off when all you clearly hear is her moan "oh yes, baby, your tongue feels so good in my cunt." Especially so if you're feeling particularly sexually frustrated. I hadn't seen much action for ages, and my quiet, nay silent, lovelife made the cause of my ruined sleep that much harder to bear. It did nothing for my morale that the cause of my enforced, agonising, celibacy was my own lack of self-confidence. I've never regarded myself as good-looking, which deters me from taking the initiative. To be fair, I'm plain, rather than hideous, although decidedly chubby. Secretly I've always been rather proud of my breasts, and I've never had any complaints from girls who enjoy very big nipples. I felt guilt too at my envy, as I lay, alone, listening to the passionate love-making a few feet away. In truth, I was jealous of Victoria, and Nicola, the girlfriend. She was physically just my type: short and curvy, with glasses and curly collar-length dark hair, and a vague air of earthy wickedness about her. Not that I ever saw much of her, though. She and Victoria would come in and immediately retire to their room, take their clothes off, and have sex. Presumably, they just couldn't wait a single moment longer for each others vagina. My name is Beth, and I'd known Victoria for six months previously, since the time I'd moved in to the flat, in Queens Park, west London. The possibility of there being anything between the pair of us, before Nicola came on the scene, had never been on the agenda. In fact, there was no real reason why there should, and it was just a coincidence that we shared both a flat and an orientation. In terms of personal compatibility criteria, it was the rather mundane fact we were both smokers, rather than both being lesbians, which matched us up to live together. Victoria had never displayed the merest hint of interest in me. If she had, I probably would have responded, but it would have to have been her who made the move. I'm rubbish at pulling, and the other woman always has to take charge. Victoria is in her late twenties, about the same age as Nicola, and a year or so younger than me, but quite different in appearance from both of us. She's tall, taut, athletic and finely honed from the gym, albeit with a fairly generous looking bosom, and long strawberry-blonde hair. Neither she nor I were naturally were squeamish about nudity, but we'd wear towels or gowns to and from the bathroom, and never genuinely seen each other naked. Except the once, when I badly needed the loo and Victoria let me enter the bathroom although she was still in the shower. She had her back turned to me, and I generally averted my gaze, until I could resist it no longer and stole a furtive glimpse of the water cascading down her magnificent buttocks. Although Victoria is a genuinely very attractive woman by anyone's standards, I'd never consciously fancied her, or wanted her -- until Nicola came on the scene. Their constant sex piqued my frustrated lust, and my curiosity about their sumptuous bodies. More and more I found myself imagining what Victoria looked like nude from the front, and what delicious secrets lay within Nicola's underwear. Pathetically, I began to fantasize about what they looked like when they were fucking. Not absolutely everything had to be left to the imagination. I was unlikely to forget a particular morning, about four weeks after they started going out. They were clearly still utterly in lust with each other, still having sex at absolutely every conceivable opportunity. As before, they'd no sooner have closed the bedroom door than their ecstatic moans began to emerge from it, and continue for hours until, eventually, they went quiet and presumably went to sleep. Then early next morning I could hear the precise moment when they woke up and carried on where'd they left off the previous night. I'd never come across two women with such a capacity for so many very long climaxes. What on earth were they doing to each other? I know I'm a little naïve, but still, the mind boggled. Anyway, that morning was a good example of Victoria and Nicola's brazenness. They'd come in to the sitting room straight after sex, as they quite often did, for their post-coital cigarettes. Nicola was sitting right next to me, and my nostrils told me she'd just had a very wet orgasm. I couldn't believe how blatant they were, sitting next to me just moments after they'd come, clad only in dressing gowns they'd hastily thrown on, with their hair tousled, faces sweaty, and both still slightly panting. Even more unbelievable, I saw a trickle of something wet sliding down the inside of Victoria's exposed thigh. But what I saw next really made me gawp. Nicola cared so little about being discreet in front of me, had put her gown on so carelessly, that as she leant forward for the ashtray, her entire left breast popped out. It was so lovely and big, and the nipple so beautiful, I couldn't help but stare. I wanted to see the other one, too. And when Victoria noticed and pointed it out, Nicola just giggled and left her dress unadjusted, clearly thinking there was nothing strange at all in leaving one of her massive tits fully exposed to me. But that vignette was surpassed by what I witnessed the following weekend. I returned home from Camden market at Saturday lunchtime -- to find them on the couch, snogging passionately. Nicola was lovingly cupping Victoria's face in her hands, and they were both murmuring softly. But then I noticed that Victoria had her right hand inside Nicola's bra, vigorously fondly that same breast I'd seen the previous week. Victoria spotted me then, and they broke from the kiss to say hello to me -- before their mouths found each other again and they just continued where they left off. Despite the fact I was standing right in front of them, Victoria continued to work her girlfriend's tits while they kissed. But that wasn't the end of it. Unbelievably, Nicola slid her left hand inside Victoria's leggings and began massaging her crotch. She could quite plausibly have penetrated her. It could hardly have been more brazen, and I actually thought they were going to fuck there and then, with me watching, before the women finally dragged themselves off giggling to Vicky's room One particular Friday evening I returned home about eleven, after a few drinks with friends, and went to bed. Victoria was home and her door closed. I undressed and got under the covers, despite being not quite ready for sleep. I felt even less ready for sleep when the performance began from next door. On this occasion, they really excelled themselves. Never had their cries been louder, or their dirty talk more distinct. Their running commentary on their love-making made me erotically intrigued; I could only half-guess from their filthy little words of guidance to each other what they were actually doing. "Do the nipple thing -- please." "Oh Nicola, put your finger in there, harder, harder." "Come on, Vicky, taste it, use your tongue. If you really push, you can get it inside. Shall I hold myself open further?" "I can't believe you just did that. You dirty cow!" As the sound of vigorously creaking bedsprings was added to the mix, I realised how incredibly horny I felt. How incredibly aroused Victoria and Nicola were making me. I would never get to sleep like this. To take my mind off my frustration I lit a cigarette as a distraction, languidly exhaling through my nose and watching the smoke flow out of my nostrils in two long divergent streams, like tusks. But this time smoking didn't do the trick. I could think of nothing except what was going on next door. More feverishly than ever, I lay there listening to their love-making and wishing I was having sex with someone too. Feeling alone and unloved in my big bed and unable to resist picturing them. Imagining their sweet naked bodies entwined. Seeing breasts and bums and pubic hair and all kinds of lovely sexy things. I pushed the duvet down, spread my legs and decided there was no longer any merit in resisting what I'd wanted to do for days now. And so I masturbated joyously to the sound of the girls having sex next door. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend it really felt like Nicola's lips on my clitoris, instead of my finger. Even sadder, I wanted to wait for her and Victoria before I finished, and only when the sound came through the door of two very loud female orgasms did I allow my own to take place. Afterwards I turned over and closed my eyes drowsily, Next door, the bedsprings were creaking again. Did these two never sleep? In the morning I felt very low. What had it come to, that I now resorted to wanking over the thought of my flatmate with her girlfriend? Those two women had a life, and moreover a sex life -- a rich and rewarding one. I had neither; I neither deserved them nor was never going to get them. I passed Saturday daytime fitfully, doing some unproductive shopping and generally putting off anything which required decisions or guts. Like going on a website and arranging a date. Or organising a night out somewhere I might get lucky. Towards dinnertime I went out for a rather aimless walk in the general direction of Little Venice, ending up in a café where I gloomily drank a latte and smoked too many cigarettes. I wouldn't admit to myself that I just didn't really want to go home. I had no plans for the evening, and knew that Victoria had planned a romantic meal for Nicola. The last thing they wanted was a gooseberry like me hanging around. Especially a gooseberry who wanted desperately to fuck both of them. It was growing dark, and I reluctantly trudged home, feeling lonelier and more wretched than I could ever remember. I'd rationalise to myself that at home I could just slink into my room with a bottle of vodka, watch a DVD at high volume and try to pretend the other two didn't exist. But on arriving I was surprised to see Victoria on her own in the sitting room and a rather low key display of pizza boxes in front of me. "Oh -- we couldn't be bothered with the cooking in the end so we just got a take away! Nic's just on the phone to her mum in my room. Don't panic -- it's all good!" Her reassurances were obviously a response to the manic look on my face I'd obviously acquired during a day's fretting and moping. But now I relaxed, and we chatted as Victoria poured some wine for me. Alone together properly for the first time in weeks, we caught up with our small talk and gossip and generally reminded each other why we were friends in the first place. I began to have fun; things somehow felt better. Vicky was being very sweet, saying she hoped Nicky being around hadn't make me feel awkward, or a stranger in my own home. Not at all, I replied, telling a white lie. I'd barely even noticed. But I couldn't help feel wistful when Victoria told me at length about how well things were going with Nicola. "You'll think it's silly, but I -- I love her. I know -- it's only been a few weeks but sometimes things just happen like that. We're in love. She was the first to say it though -- it was last night, just after we'd had sex." I shuddered at the memory of what I was doing, about them, a few feet away from their declaration of love to each other. The shudder was part of a maelstrom of conflicting emotions flooding through me: happiness for them, arousal at her matter-of-fact reference to their love-making, self-pity, and lust. Lust for Victoria -- being in love had made her more radiant, more beautiful and more downright bloody sexy than ever. I'd never really wanted her before; now I couldn't have her I wanted her more badly than life itself. Another glass of wine followed. Nicola's phone call appeared to be taking on marathon dimensions. The conversation turned to me, my work and (lack of) lovelife, and then back to Nicola. She really was a special person and we ought to get to know each other properly. That would be cool, I agreed. And then, with no warning, Victoria asked me the most shocking, extraordinary and unexpected question of my life. Flatmates Ch. 01 When she first opened the door I was stunned. I don't know why but it just hadn't crossed my mind that I could be rooming with a woman and after my recent break up the thought of having another woman in my living space was not one I relished. But there was a part of me that looked at the situation as opportunity, the part of me that was now scanning up and down the agile looking redhead whose hip propped open the door as she ushered me in. The apartment was everything I was looking for at a whole lot less than I wanted to pay but I couldn't get myself past the idea of having another woman in my life so soon. We did the 'getting to know you' bit but I was apprehensive still even though the whole time we sat and talked she was funny and interesting, the other problem I had noticed as she gave me the tour of the place was that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her pink summer dress and I was having a hard time keeping my attention on the great view of the city as opposed to the great view of her nipples showing through. - So you like what you see? I had to shake myself to know that she wasn't talking about her pert, inviting tits. - Yeah, the price is reasonable and the place looks great - Well, I'd like to offer you it but there is one more unwritten clause to the rent agreement. - What's that? - If you want the place we have to fuck. She said it flatly and without hesitation as if it were nothing to her to offer sex to a perfect stranger. I was speechless, the thought of fucking her had obviously entered my head as it would with any man faced with the slender curves I had followed around the apartment but I was never expecting it to be offered on a platter. - Ok, I know it sounds weird but hear me out. I could only nod and make a further concerted effort to ignore the highlights of her nipples on her small but perfect tits. - I have roomed with guys before and no matter what the situation there's always a weird tension. Either you get on really well and become friends and wish you'd fucked before you'd gotten so into them or you hate each other from the start. Either way having sex brushes all of that out of the way from the beginning. I couldn't believe my luck, not only had I found the perfect apartment and a funny, sexy and intelligent roommate but I was now being offered a no strings sex session as a sweetener to the deal. It had been a while since I'd split up with my girlfriend and moved out of her place and so it had been a while since I'd gotten laid and now the prospect of fucking a pretty little thing like her was already making my dick hard. - Look its your choice, you can leave now but if you want the place this really is a pre requisite of mine. It'll be better in the long run, trust me. With that she gave a long wink and curled a finger, inviting me over. All my better judgment on the pros and cons of sharing my living space with another woman went out of the window and I pushed myself up out of the chair that sat opposite hers. - Good choice. She whispered as she sat back a little and let a broad and satisfied smile creep across her face. I walked over to her and she lent on her hands in a gesture that offered those soft breasts that had been tempting me all afternoon. She looked up at me as I stood before her. - I saw you checking me out the whole time I showed you around, I know you've wanted to get your hands on my tits since you arrived. - Who wouldn't - Well they're all yours now. She grabbed the waistband of my jeans and pulled me down to her for a long, deep kiss, her tongue diving right into my mouth and filling me with a taste of her. My hands smoothed up the side of her body and rested with my thumbs on the curve underneath her breasts. I slipped down to my knees as her legs parted, allowing the sheer fabric of her dress to ride up, revealing her white, cotton panties. I slid the string straps of her dress over her pale shoulders and exposed her tits to the cool air of the apartment. They were perfect, small but firm and soft in my hands, I cupped and grabbed them and brought my mouth to the bright pink nipples that highlighted her milky white skin. She moaned and arched her back as I lightly pinched them between my teeth. I ran my hands up her smooth thighs, slipping them under her dress to grab her hips and pull them into my body while I sucked on her tits voraciously. I scooped my hands beneath her and got two handfuls of her rock hard ass that had danced and teased me as she shimmied around the apartment. Her hands grabbed my hair and forced my mouth harder against her tits, I hooked my thumbs into her underwear and slid the panties down over her ass so that I could better feel the soft flesh there. She fumbled with the buttons of my shirt but only managed three before I sunk to meet her pussy, perched on the edge of the sofa. She smelled sweet like maple syrup and her pussy was wet from the attention I had given her tits. I ran a finger over the full length of her slit, my other hand pulling one thigh up to place it over my shoulder, giving me a fantastic view of her open pussy. I heard her gasp above me as I plunged my tongue into her, open and pink before me; she tasted as good and as sweet as she smelled and she writhed and ground her hips into my face as I buried my tongue deep into her pussy. I took long licks at her, dipping inside her and flicking the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit as I moved away. As I looked up I saw her holding her tits, pulling at her nipples and trying to catch her breath. - Oh god, I need your cock now! I heard her moan and I needed no further instruction. I left her pussy wet against the couch and leant over her to find another deep kiss, she had forgotten all about my shirt and her focus was now completely on the removal of my jeans. She flicked the buttons loose with ease and ran her hand up and down the fabric restraining my stiffening cock. In a flash she had freed me from my pants and was making firm, slow strokes with her long fingers wrapped around the shaft of my cock, I don't think I had ever been harder in my life and it was all due to looking down into her big brown eyes and seeing that she was loving ever minute of it. She built the pressure, working my cock harder and faster, gaining speed and intensity with each exquisite stroke. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to cum right there, on that pretty, pale face staring up at me with devilish delight. If she did she was going the right way about it and the thought painting her red lips white with my cum wasn't really helping me hold back. She obviously sensed this and in strangely aggressive move shoved me back by my hips. With my pants around my ankles I barely kept myself upright but she knew exactly what she was doing, she spun herself around on the sofa and pointed her firm, lily-white ass in my direction. Just inches from the head of cock she concertinaed her gossamer dress up over the arch of her back and gave me a second view at her peach-like pussy. Nothing needed to be said, I just stepped out of my jeans and forwards into her waiting hole. I gently pressed the swollen head of my cock against her, slowly parting her pussy lips and allowing me to slip inside. She was obviously turned on by the situation and it didn't take much effort until I was all the way in, she looked over one delicate shoulder at me with a wicked smile, quite unlike to innocence I had sensed when I first arrived at her door. She pushed back into me and I felt her ass grind against my crotch, I got the feeling like I was no longer in control of the situation and that she was a girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it. She reached her hands and long forearms over the back of the sofa and used her hips to glide back and forth on my cock with absolutely no effort on my behalf. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, the smooth alabaster of her ass working back and forth like a piston, I was in some doubt about how much she would be getting off on this until I heard low moans began to rise from behind the mane of her hair. Her breathing grew heavy and she began to buck back hard against me, the tactile flesh of her ass slapping against my crotch, if that was what she wanted then I was more than happy to oblige. I reached forward, curling my fingers around her slender hips and pulled her back until I was as deep into her pussy as her ass would let me go. She let out an excited yelp and moved with my thrusts helping me bury my cock deeper and deeper with each meeting of our hips. She gained speed and aggression in the way she pressed against me, her orgasm building slowly as I fed my cock deep into her, then out of the blue she screamed as her pussy tensed around me. Her legs gave way and I was left to hold her up by the hips, still plugging my hard cock into her, not letting her come down for an instant. She reached a hand back and placed it on my chest pushing me away from her so she could have a second to breathe. I watched my cock slid out of her, glistening with her cum and solid as a rock, she turned herself around to face me and grabbing hold of my slippery dick, led me to the arm of the sofa. She hiked herself up so that she was sat on the arm and so that her pussy was inline with my cock then she pulled me forward and pushed me straight back into her waiting slit. She wrapped her long legs around my back and dug her ankles into my ass to pull me close. Her hips lifted and ground against me and I explored the contours of her back, grasping onto any handful of flesh that I found. I pushed further into her by slipping my hands under her ass and lifting her off the sofa. She leant back allowing me a full view of her body, naked except for the rumpled pink band that used to be her dress that now circled her stomach. I slipped my hand under her back to support her and with my other I pressed on the mound above her pussy and then ran it up the centre of her body, stopping briefly to take hold of her perfect tits one more time. The view was amazing and I could feel my balls tightening as I was getting ready to cum. I told her and she brought herself back up to meet me. She slipped a hand between us and pulled me out of her pussy and began working it hard in her fist. - I want you cum all over me She said with lust in her voice, every few strokes she would look down at my cock as if it were only there for her enjoyment. I didn't mind being partially ignored because with her using her cum as lube I was getting ready to give her a taste of my own. She leant back again and jerked me forcefully as I felt my cock stiffen. I came hard, the first shot following the arch of her body and hitting her just underneath the chin, she giggled a little as three or four more full shots coated the plain of her stomach and her petite tits. As I came down she scooped a finger full of cum off one of her pert nipples and sucked on it seductively as she looked me in the eye. - We're going to get on just fine. - Yeah I guess we are. - I'm Jessica by the way I'll be your new flatmate. * Please feel free to comment, all criticism welcome. More from the flatmates very soon. Flatmates Ch. 02 Then, with no warning, Victoria asked me the most shocking, extraordinary and unexpected question of my life. "Erm...there was something I was going to ask you, Beth. I'm going to join Nicola in bed in a moment. Would you, er...would you like to join us?" It is fair to say her words did not really sink in at first. I stood there slack-jawed, dumbstruck. "If not, we won't be offended. Maybe it's not your thing. But, well - Nicola and I just really fancied the idea of a threesome. And we thought of you." I must have worn an extraordinary expression on my face. Of frozen, awestruck, incredulity. But Nicola continued, jauntily. "Thing is - we have so much great sex, it kind of feels wrong that you're missing out. And, you're really cute, you know. We both rather fancy you. You will *grace* our bed, Beth!" I simply could not believe it. The offer was incredibly seductive and utterly repulsive at the same time. What did they want to do with me? Were they perverts? And did I really want their charity sex? "Umm...I'm really not sure..." I stammered. "Oh come on -- you'll love it!," said Victoria, and the sincerity of her manner reassured me. I could take the astonishing proposal at face value. "Listen. Would you rather be fucking *us*, or masturbating in the next room?" My face reddened -- surely she didn't know? "For one thing, you'll really enjoy Nicola. She is a wonderful lover. So joyful, so sensitive. You will come, Beth, like you never have before." My mind reeled - I could hardly take in what she saying, it seemed unbelievable. The frankness of her sexual language was extraordinary. But as her meaning slowly sank in, and I could absorb the proposal sexually, I simply flooded with arousal, and need. And despite the fact that everything about the idea seemed wrong in principle. It was so sordid. And consequently, irresistibly sexy. My brain said 'no'. But my heart, and libido, had other ideas. "But you've never thought of me that way, have you?," I asked. "Yes, I have. You're so shy sometimes, though, which is really sweet, and sometimes I'm lazy and selfish and lose patience with shy people, which is probably why we didn't click that way. But isn't it a bit ridiculous, and funny, and really very sexy, that here we are, two women who both like sleeping with other women, living together, who haven't even seen each other naked - like we're nuns, or homophobic men? We should have made love months ago." "It is funny, you're right!" I smiled. "But let's just be honest -- although it'll sound very crude. I'm feeling very sexually aroused right now, and so is Nicola, and so, I'm sure, are you. I have never seen you naked before. I want to see you naked now. I want to see your tits and your cunt. I think you want to see my tits and my cunt. I want to fuck you. I really, really want to fuck you. And you want to fuck me too." Her choice of words was too erotic in intent for me to be shocked at her crudeness. And with those words, Victoria took me into her arms, brought her face to mine, and gently slid her tongue into my mouth. Her soft lips felt so lovely on mine that I couldn't help but melt meekly into her arms, overcome by the unforgettable developments of the last ten minutes. We shared a long, tender, exquisite kiss, the kind I hadn't experienced for years. "Oh Beth, you're such a darling!" sighed Victoria. I loved the feel of her hands, which were now on my breasts. "Don't worry -- Nicola and I are going to ease all that horrid sexual tension right out of you. It's been a while, hasn't it? How long, if you don't mind me asking?" "About eighteen months," I admitted, sheepishly, but still hardly believing that my fantasy from last night was about to come true. "That is a while, you poor thing. But that eighteen months is going to end very soon. Come on, let's go to Nicola." Victoria took my hand, and I followed her nervously into the room. I was insane with lust, disbelief, apprehension - and excitement. Nicola was clearly expecting us. She was lying on the bed completely naked, with her legs wide apart. She smiled, enjoying putting on a show for me. I hadn't seen a woman in the nude for so long. I drank in the sheer womanly magnificence of her, from her awesome breasts to her beautifully hairy pussy. Nicola had a forest between her legs, and I loved it. "Now Beth, do you understand why I've spent so much time in here with Nicola recently!" smiled Victoria. "She's amazing", I whispered. "You're amazing", I said to Nicola, correcting myself. "I'm so glad you want to do this", Nicola said to me softly. "We were really hoping you would - you won't regret it." Still slightly in a daze, I went to her, and we kissed, our tongues caressing juicily, until Victoria spoke. "Come here, honey. Let me undress you." By now I was beginning that this was acually happening, and not a dream, and suddenly it felt rather weird. For months my flatmate and I had confined our joint activities to splitting the gas bill; now we were removing each other's clothes, as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. But it also made me pant with arousal. I was a little self-conscious when Victoria took off my bra, and I stood there, stupidly, with the two of them looking at my tits. Even more so when she pulled down my knickers to expose the silly big mat of fur between my legs. Far more pleasurable was to release Victoria from her own bra, and discover that her breasts were firm and ripe and so much bigger than I expected. And then to carefully pull down her pants to expose her sexy bush. I'd often secretly wondered what colour her pubic hair was -- it was ginger, and gorgeous. My flatmate and I were now nude together, and again, it felt at the same time both bizarre, and the most natural thing in the world. We embraced, and I shivered at the delicious, almost forgotten, touch of another woman's skin against mine, our breasts pushing together. "Beth - what do you have to be shy about? Your breasts are...magnificent. And I *love* these", Victoria said, caressing my nipples. "You don't know just how sexy you really are. You know what? You have a really beautiful cunt." I blushed inwardly, still taken aback at her brazeness, but oddly flattered, too Nicola had quietly moved off the bed. I took her place as Victoria gently pushed me towards it, and down on to my back. We had an unspoken understanding of what we were about to do, as - almost as if I were on auto-pilot - I opened my legs, and let Victoria mount me. "Beth, baby. After all this time, will you finally let me fuck you?" "Yes. Fuck me, Victoria." I will never satisfactorily convey quite how it felt when Victoria's vagina met mine. How can I describe the sensation of our breasts pushing together, of her hands on my face, her sweet breath in my mouth and ear? What words can I use for the joy of letting my hands caress her smooth skin before resting on her buttocks, as I gently pushed her into me? No third party could quite imagine how Victoria's cunt opened up to envelop mine, as my flatmate lovingly drove her clitoris between my parted labia. "Oh my goodness", she said. "You're good, you're amazing." Her breath was short and her eyes were wild; she was genuinely really turned on by having me. I could only whimper in reply. Only twenty four hours ago I was wanking over Victoria; now she was pumping her arse up and down between my spreadeagled legs as she fucked me furiously. When we came, I think the best thing was the dreamy expression in Victoria's eyes as she was coming. Or was it the feeling of the most heavenly, definitive, and craved for orgasm bringing sheer relief to my vagina? Or perhaps the experience of my flatmate and I, platonic friends till now, sharing a serene female climax with each other? Or just the knowledge that Victoria had fucked me. I'm still not quite sure. We lay in an embrace for a minute or two afterwards. I was enjoying having Victoria's sweaty, still panting, body lying on me, and I was in no hurry for her to move. So many different emotions were commingling in my mind. The euphoria of my orgasm, the bliss of the afterglow, together with my self-conciousness about the very unusual situation I was now in, and the earlier sense of shock dissolving into the sober realisation that I had actually, really, however unexpectedly, just had sex with Victoria. We exchanged a couple of soft kisses, and then cuddled for a little while, bathing in the afterglow. I felt cleansed, refreshed, reborn. At length, we unclasped, Victoria finally rising from between my legs. Nicola joined us on the bed, sliding in between us, and thrilling me with the spongy feel of her breasts touching mine. We each lit a cigarette, and lay there as we smoked, in comfortable silence, naked and langorous together. "It was lovely watching you," said Nicola. "Watching my girlfriend make love to another woman...so sexy. It looked like you both really enjoyed it." "Mmm...it was so good", sighed Victoria. "You're a great fuck, Beth. I orgasmed *really* hard!" "I could tell!", giggled Nicola. "You were very noisy! It looked like you enjoyed your orgasm too, Beth - you had this gorgeous expression on your face when you came." "Yes. It was...so lovely. Amazing." Nicola's eyes caught mine, and we exchanged an erotically charged look. Emboldened, and already feeling aroused again, I was inspired with the confidence to now take Nicola into my arms, and kiss her once more. I wanted her, her curves and sensuousness, as much as I'd wanted Victoria. "Can I go down on you?" I asked, hardly believing I'd just blurted out something so assertive. "Oh Beth, baby! Please do! I really need to come myself now." I started at her wonderful breasts, lifting them to appreciate their weight, then kissing them all over and running my tongue along the undersides. I suckled her, exalting in the feel of her nipples between my lips. I'm just the kind of woman who really loves other women's nipples. I moved further down, so my head was between her wide open legs, surveying the beauty between them. Her cunt was really smelly, in a nice way - something I always enjoy. Nicola's large clitoris stared at me from between her already parted labia, a sliver of pink in the dark expanse of her luxuriously moist pubic hair. Her genitals were preparing for the sex I was about to give her, and Nicola was so wet I could see the droplets of juice sparkling on individual hairs. It was awesome. I slid my tongue as far into Nicola's vagina as I could, thrilling at being inside this beautiful, sexy woman. Her taste flooded my senses -- that unique womanly flavour I hadn't experienced for so long. I explored her delicate folds, deeply aroused by the way her clitoris throbbed between my lips. "She's good, Vix. Oh god, she's very, very good", moaned Nicola to her girlfriend. "I'm glad. It's amazing watching this -- seeing my shy little flatmate lick my girlfriend's cunt. Such a turn on." As I revelled in Nicola, Victoria came to the head of the bed and leant down to kiss her girlfriend. Victoria's breasts swung heavily beneath her. Suddenly, stupidly, I was jealous of the way they gave each other pleasure. I wanted it to be me who made Nicola moan, and so I reached up to grasp her own breasts, caressing the nipples as I drove my face even more firmly into her cunt. My tongue danced and swam inside her as I licked every inch of her vaginal walls. "Beth...", said Victoria. "Mmnn...", I replied through a mouthful of Nicola's pubes. "Nicola's about to have her orgasm. When she does, move your head away slightly. Let her come over your face." I replaced my tongue with a finger on her clitoris, and drew back to witness the epic beauty of Nicola's orgasm. She screamed and gasped with the same intensity I'd heard so many times though the walls, but *this* time I could watch it too -- could see the way her face contorted with pleasure, and how her tits bounced and shook, while her back arched in unadulterated bliss. Unlike when I'd just been *listening* to her come, now I could feel it on my fingers, each fierce spasm of this woman's glorious orgasm. And then the thrill became more exotic still. With perfect timing, Nicola reached down with her fingers to part her labia, allowing her to triumphantly spray a fountain of come from her vagina onto my face. I was transfixed: at the unforgettable sight of Nicola ejaculating, so powerfully and joyously - by the thick jets of fluid spurting endlessly from her cunt. Her come went everywhere -- into my nostrils, my mouth, even my eyes, and down over my neck and breasts. "Just enjoy", said Victoria. "Nicola wants to wash you with her come. Isn't it wonderful?" The cool but exciting sensation of her ejaculate on my skin; the pungently female taste of it on my tongue; the knowledge that this had come out of her sex, for me; all were extraordinary to experience. When she was finally spent, Nicola leant up and pulled me towards her for a long, sensual thank-you kiss. Our wet bodies embraced, stickily. "Thank you Beth", she said, before sliding her tongue back into my mouth for another kiss. "That was really lovely." We stayed together, cuddling, for a few minutes. I was enjoying being wrapped in her arms almost as much as I'd enjoyed the sex. It had been so long since I'd experienced the serene cosiness of being naked and entwined with a lover. I let my face, still moist from her come, sink into the vast softness of Nicola's breasts. Then I lost myself again in the beauty of Nicola's mouth, and the feel of her caressing hands on my breasts. I ran my fingers through her hair and stroked her generous buttocks, losing myself in her curves, savouring the warm, wet, smell of her body. Too soon, we broke the embrace. The blissful moments of intimacy with her were over, it seemed. As we peeled apart, Beth gawped at our bodies, still glistening from Nicola's come. Sensing a slight change in mood, I popped to the loo, and when I returned just a few minutes later, the other two women were in each other's arms, lovingly gazing into each other's eyes. Nicola smiled and whispered in her girlfriend's ear. Victoria giggled in reply, before kissing her again gently and running her fingers over Nicola's erect left nipple. They exchanged a few sweet nothings, clearly lost in love for each other. "Beth..." Victoria said. "Nicola and I would like to spend some time with each other now -- do you mind?". Suddenly, I felt a gooseberry all over again. Flushed with embarrassment, I rose, making to leave the room, and stuttered "erm, no, of course not, I'll leave you to it. Of course. Sorry." But as it transpired, the night still had a couple more unforgettable experiences in store.