This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com Susie Starts ... Pt6 6. Thursday Susan slept fitfully, being plagued with erotic dreams. Against her will, she found herself taking part in dreams where she was being fucked by David. In these dreams he was so skilful in wielding a massive erection that she would come time after time, being reduced to a sobbing begging slave of pleasure. Susan woke in a really foul mood. She hated him! She did not want to be his plaything, his conquest. She was her own woman. Nevertheless, she couldn't avoid the erotic remembrance of a how a hard penis had felt in her mouth, in her hand, as her fingers curled around it, and in her cunt, stretching her deliciously. As she collected her milk for breakfast from the kitchen she met Nicole. They ate breakfast together, talking about their courses. Moving the conversation on, Nicole mentioned in passing that John was coming down tomorrow - "Horny bastard, can't keep away - he wasn't supposed to come down again for another week", was her typically blunt assessment of his motives. "You're just as horny for him", Susan noted with amusement. "That's for sure", Nicole agreed, "Speaking of being horny, are you still interested in joining us, like we've discussed?". Susan thought hard about her reply. She could still remember how John had looked with just his towel wrapped around him - he was definitely 'a bit of alright'. Furthermore she was feeling definitely horny after her disturbed night of dreams. However, David had hurt her - he had used her, pretending to be interested in her when all he wanted was to get into her pants. "I don't know, I'm not very interested in men just now", she replied eventually. "I know, I understand. Don't worry about it. You don't have to decide yet, see how you feel tomorrow", Nicole responded. Susan felt great warmth towards her new friend, Nicole had comforted her so well on *that* night, and now was being so understanding. ***** +++++ ***** After breakfast, Susan had no lectures, so she decided that she would go and study with Paul, she intended to get that lab written up. She headed over to Paul's room, in Randall Hall; enjoying the bracing air of early autumn, and admiring the array of colours that the leaves were proclaiming. Chlorophyll breakdown, Susan noted, with prosaic scientific commentary. When she reached Paul room, number 114, she banged loudly on the door. This was greeted with a sleepy groan from within, and a not particularly friendly, "Who-is-it?". "Susie, Susie Braddock", Susan responded cheerfully. Somehow the fact that "Perfect Paul" was not up and working from first light, and he was grumpy first thing in the morning like a normal human being, was somehow refreshing. "Ah, hold on, just a second". A minute later Paul opened the door dressed in a rather old dressing gown. "Come in, sorry I wasn't up", Paul said, standing aside to let her enter. Susan entered, and guessed that Paul had been busy trying to make his room a little more presentable before he asked her in. However, he had conspicuously failed: it was an utter tip. There were clothes in piles on the floor; unwashed coffee cups overflowed the sink; .... it would clearly take a lot longer than a minute or two to turn it into some sort of order, Susan noted with humour. As if suddenly aware of the musty-ness of his room, Paul opened a window, and gusts of fresh air entered. As he was doing that Susan took the opportunity to observe him. He looked rather masculine in his robe, his hairy muscular calves and strong feet emphasising his manliness. His hair was definitely tousled, but as he'd just got up, so that wasn't surprising. He looked rather rugged, and Susan was surprised to find herself responding to the sight of him. She hadn't really thought of him as anymore than a friend before. Paul turned, and caught her looking at him. Susan blushed, turned away, and said, "I was hoping we could finish off this lab write-up this morning". "Yea, sure. Um, I'll just, ah, shower and get dressed", Paul replied. The look he'd seen on Susan's face was disconcerting ... She was very beautiful when she blushed. "Yes, you go and shower, and I'll start on the dishes", Susan ordered, taking control of the situation. "There's no need to ...", Paul started to reply but Susan interrupted him, "Yes there is, now move it, we've got some studying to do". "Just like my mother", Paul muttered, loud enough for Susan to hear, as he headed off to the shower. Susan just smiled. When he returned he found that Susan had really gotten into the domestic scene, and after finishing the mugs, had started on tidying the rest of his room. Susan waited outside his room while he got dressed. She was tempted to put her eye to the keyhole, but resisted successfully. "Show some dignity", she thought to herself. Soon he was dressed, and they got down to some studying. Actually it wasn't as productive as it could have been. They spent too much time joking, and talking about all sorts of trivial things. Nevertheless, the lab was written up, and they finished their preparation for the next, which was that afternoon. They had lunch together at the cafeteria, and turned up for their lab on time. Their preparation paid off, and Susan even understood what she was doing and trying to achieve most of the time! They finished half and hour early, and headed back to their halls. They reached Cromwell Hall first, and Susan invited Paul in for a coffee. It was very different with Paul in her room compared with David. David had had a real aura of sexuality which had made her nervous. Paul, however, was a friend. A friend she was beginning to be interested in, true, but he was comfortable, nevertheless. Susan had noticed that Paul had stolen the odd look at her through-out the day, looks that could almost be interpreted as lustful. He's interested, she had concluded, feeling rather pleased. Now, in the security of her own room, she felt safe enough to engage in a little light flirting. She made sure that their hands brushed as she gave him his coffee; her breast brushed his arm as she reached passed him for the biscuit tin; and she positioned herself in a discreetly provocative manner in the chair across from him. Susan was amused to see Paul become slightly flustered, not really being aware of what was going on, nor why he was suddenly finding himself responding to her more strongly than usual. Susan was thinking about how she could take things further, and whether she really wanted to, when a knock come on her door. She opened it to find Nicole and Melonie, who were inviting themselves in for coffee. Susan felt a little put-out by this intrusion, but couldn't think of a polite way of rejecting her friends. So she found her self making coffee for her friends. Her room was small and she was less than delighted to find Nicole had taken her seat and Melonie was sitting on the bed beside Paul - a bit too close she thought jealously. Paul had not met Nicole or Melonie before, but they were quickly getting to know one another. "Perhaps he has better social skills than I first thought", Susan thought with a mixture of emotions; pride that he could handle himself socially, jealous that he joking so freely with other women. "Susan Braddock just stop this at once, You've got no claim on him, and anyway, you are not interested in any men at the moment", she scolded herself in her thoughts. "Pull yourself together woman!" Thus chastised, Susan forced herself to enter into the easy bantering conversation. However, she was acutely aware that Melonie's thigh would brush Paul's from time to time, and that, at one stage, Nicole reached over and placed a hand briefly on Paul's knee. Paul himself seemed unconcerned and unaware that her two "friends" were making a play for him. Before long, however, Paul made excuses about having to go and prepare his evening meal. Susan was glad to rescue him from her friends, and after seeing him to the door, arranged to met him for studying the next afternoon. When Susan re-entered the room, Nicole stood-up, moved towards her, and whispered in her ear: "We know the thing to take your mind off your man problems". And with that, Nicole captured both her hands in hers. Meanwhile, Melonie had also stood-up, and was moving behind her. while rummaging in her bag. Susan was immediately apprehensive, and she wasn't feeling at all sexy yet, being still a bit irritated by her friends intrusion. However, the sexiness of the situation, the vice-like grip of Nicole's hands, and her sexy whispering about having been into town this morning and having bought a "toy" that they were sure that she'd like, surprisingly quickly started to get Susan turned on. I'm more of a slut than I'd ever thought possible only a week ago, Susan concluded to herself. Melonie meanwhile had come up behind her, and was running a hand over her breasts from behind. Susan could feel Melonie's soft breasts squashed against her back, and she couldn't help rubbing her bottom against Melonie's crotch. Melonie's other hand was rucking up her skirt, and caressing her thighs. Nicole meanwhile was nibbling her ear-lobe, in between promising her sexual delights, the likes of which she'd never dreamt. In spite of herself, Susan found it very flattering and extremely exciting to be the centre of attention of her two friends. Her sensations were starting to overload again. Her pussy was definitely getting wet. Just at the stage Melonie's questing hand started a slow climb up the inside of her thighs. Susan found herself parting her legs for her friend - it was as if her will had melted like butter. Nicole meanwhile had taken to unbuttoning Susan's blouse with one hand, while keeping her hands imprisoned with her other hand. Susan could have broken free at anytime, but she had no inclination too. The spice of being forced was intoxicating. Susan shuddered as she felt Melonie's fingers brush her vaginal lips through her panties. "Wow, you are wet. You really want to be fucked by us girls, don't you?", Melonie asked, partly with surprise, and partly to incite Susan into vocalising her arousal. "Un, oh, yes", Susan managed to force out, her breath suddenly seeming to be in short supply. Nicole tied Susan's wrists together with a scarf from Melonie's bag, and then took over the caressing of Susan's breasts. She pinched Susan's nipples quite hard. "OHH", was the urgent gasp that was brought to Susan lips. "Oh my clit throbs when you do that, oh, yes, yes", Susan panted, as Nicoles' fingers elicited erotic sensations from her nipples that could not be denied. Melonie meanwhile was easing Susan's sopping panties down her thighs. Before Susan knew it, she was naked, kneeling down on the floor with her bottom in the air, her face in one of her pillows from the bed, and her hands still tied together out in front of her. She was wiggling her bottom hoping that her friends would continue caressing her, but as she could see looking back between her thighs, Nicole and Melonie were busy undressing each other somewhat urgently. Somehow the exposure and wantonness of the position into which Nicole and Melonie had manoeuvred her, only added to Susan's horniness. Her clitoris was throbbing so that she couldn't avoid making little moaning noises from time to time as she waited for her friends, even though no-one was touching her. Her fevered imagination was anticipating the delights promised by Nicole. Apparently they were going to push Melonie's vibrator up her ass, and Nicole was going to fuck her with a double-ended dildo that they'd purchased from a sex shop that morning. Susan felt so wet she almost wondered if a drop or two of her love juice was dripping onto the carpet. She had never felt so much anticipation. Susan almost swooned when she felt Melonie's hand return to her pussy. She was collecting Susan's love juices so that she could smear it all over her bottom, and especially around and in her anus. Susan couldn't help clenching her sphincter muscles as she felt Melonie probe with one finger. However, it was so slippery that Melonie's finger quickly sunk in to the hilt. Susan and Melonie moaned at the same time. It was so lewd and exciting. Then Susan felt Melonie's finger leave and the cold plastic of her vibrator take its place, probing her opening. Susan was so worked up that she couldn't help thrusting her bottom up to meet it. "You sure are horny", she heard Nicole saying from somewhere behind her, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was fucked. The vibrator slide in all-of-a-sudden, taking Susan by surprise, and she moaned her passion into the pillow. Before she had quite adjusted to the amazing stretching and filling sensation of that, she felt the probing of something else between her labia. Looking back, she could see Nicole behind her with a giant dildo sticking out of her cunt. Nicole must have been pretty wet to have managed to fit the other end in her, Susan thought, just before rational thought dissolved with the sensation of her pussy being stretched as her friend slide into her. It was amazing. Different from how it had been the first time with David - not better, just different. Susan felt so lewd with a vibrator stuck up her ass, and her friend fucking her with a double-ended dildo. She couldn't stop saying, "Oh, yes, yes, oh, wow, yes, fuck me, stick it up me, oh, oh, ... ". Melonie had turned the vibrator on at one point, and it was causing a deep throbbing somewhere deep inside her. Nicole was setting up a rhythm. It was deliciously different from fucking, the dildo sliding about in both their sopping pussies slightly out of step with their thrusts. Before Susan knew what was happening she was climaxing uncontrollably. She was moaning ecstatically into her pillow, she wanted to flail her legs about, but the way that Nicole kept hold of her hips and kept on fucking her didn't given Susan that freedom. When Susan came down from her exquisite high, she realised that Nicole still hadn't come, and that she was continuing to thrust the dildo in and out of them. The sensations where pleasant, especially combined with the vibrations coming from the vibrator, but the urgency had gone for Susan for the moment, so she looked around for Melonie. She found her half sitting, half lying on the chair, with three fingers up her pussy. She was definitely flushed, and had that look of concentration that spoke of a climax not too far away. Susan found the sight very stimulating, and got back into thrusting back at Nicole as she thrust into her. This brought a cry of passion from Nicole who was approaching her own crisis. The groan was echoed by Melonie who was watching her friends fuck each other with the dildo, and it was enough to send her over the top to a satisfying climax, as her fingers pumped in and out of her. Seeing Melonie finger-fuck herself spurred Nicole and Susan on, and before long they both came. Susan collapsed under Nicole, her breathing coming in very shallow gasps. As they lay there trying to re-gain their breath Susan could feel a third climax building from the vibrator still stuck up her bottom. Her moans brought Melonie over to start sliding the vibrator in and out of her. Within a minute Susan shuddered in a third and final climax, and then Melonie took the vibrator out and turned it off. It had been a good time, but looking back on it, it made them slightly uneasy in each others' company. Susan felt embarrassed about how shameless she had been, and how she had responded to the crude things her friends had said and done to her. Nicole and Melonie sensed her embarrassment, and it made conversation slightly awkward. Before long they left. Susan was by herself in her room. Her body was pleasantly satisfied with the afterglow of good sex, but she felt empty. A little-bit used by her friend's perhaps? She curled up on her bed and cried herself to sleep, wishing that she was back at home with her parents and little brother. Later that evening Susan woke to feel Nicole slip into bed beside her - she must have left her door on the latch, not a good habit to get into, she mentally noted. Nicole cuddled her, and apologised if they had been too rough with her earlier. They kissed sweetly, and fell asleep in one-another's arms.