It had been a bad summer for Keely. That was why she was where she was, sipping on a vodka Red Bull, half feeling impatient and ready to leave, half wanting to stay and dance the night away. But deeper down, she wanted something else, a desire she barely dared admit to herself, but which nonetheless seemed somehow more important than all the others. The Fresher's Ball was well-known as the place to find quick, painless hook-ups at the start of term. That was all she wanted. Paul leaving her had hurt, sure, although she'd never really expected it to last.
Across the bar, a guy smiled at her. He looked nice enough, but somehow, she wasn't interested. She looked away. Before she knew it, he'd moved on to someone else.
What had left her hurting was the death of her grandfather - her favourite grandfather. Coming back to Uni after that had seemed oddly callous, as if she were abandoning what remained of her tiny family. Those feelings had been biting at her all week, until finally she'd been driven here.
She had done this a few times before, since the first time. She'd hidden it with a degree of shame from her friends and her family, but she felt a very specific urge, a need almost. Something that would fulfil a desire she normally kept buried.
What she needed was the right girl.
Rachel was having probably the best week of her life. It seemed that she'd never had so many close friends, never met so many people similar to her and with similar interests. She'd been out every night, always pacing herself so as not to be too ill the next day, but always having a great time. And finally, here was the Fresher's Ball! A live band she'd never heard of and a funfair outside. She was ready for a good night.
There was just one thing she hadn't done which she knew she ought to. But the people she was with were still so new, and she felt so exposed. Some part of, some maturity, told her not to share everything with her new friends until she knew them better.
"You okay Rach?" Someone whose name she'd forgotten asked over the table. Somehow she ignored the fact that no-one ever called her Rach.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said, racking her brains as to the girl's name.
"Hey, you're out of booze." A guy said, Richard. He'd been bothering her all night, getting close to her when they were sat down, and always volunteering to buy her drinks. She wouldn't mind so much, but she knew what he was after - something she had no interest in. Well, not with him at any rate.
Fortunately, logistics were on her side this time. She was sat on the end of the table, while he was crammed against the window.
"Yep." She said, standing up before he had chance to make everyone else move as he insisted on buying her another. "Don't I owe you one?" She said.
"Don't worry about it." He replied. "Nah, go on, I'll get it." She had no desire to be any more indebted to him.
"Okay." He slurred. "Triple vodka red bull then."
She rolled her eyes and walked to the bar. She caught the eye of a bar-girl, and ordered her drink.
"Hi," said a voice next to her.
Keely scanned the bar area yet again. Of course, it was impossible for her to identify someone who'd be amenable to her advances just by looking at them, but if she studied someone long enough, she'd see something.
Her eyes rested on a pretty, very young-looking redhead at a table with what were obviously other freshers. She smiled to herself. The girl probably thought they were the best friends she'd ever had right now, but by next week when they all sobered up and got on with the day to day business of uni, she wouldn't even be speaking to them.
A tallish guy with an attempt at a beard was talking to her. She looked uncomfortable with him; just talking enough to be polite, but obviously keen to discourage his advances. That might just mean she didn't fancy him though; perhaps she had a boyfriend.
A girl said something to her, and she turned and smiled with a reply. For Keely, that sealed it. Whether she actually knew it or not - and plenty of freshers didn't when they first arrived at university - the girl was a lesbian.
Not only that, but she was exactly the sort of woman Keely preferred - when she preferred a woman. She was pretty, feminine, a little vulnerable. She had long, auburn hair and large blue eyes, and was wearing a blue top which showed a little of her chest, but didn't draw too much attention to her modest breasts.
That side of her sexuality was not one she was completely comfortable with, but she'd embraced it often enough, despite her reservations, that she knew which direction her tastes ran. Odd that they did, given how she'd been the pretty, feminine, confused little girl the first time she'd been with another woman.
The girl stood up and said something to the guy she was trying to avoid, then walked over to the bar - or rather, right towards Keely. She smiled. "Hi," she said.
Rachel turned to the woman sat on a barstool next to her. She was small, dark-haired and brown-eyed. She was the sort of girl who would be regarded as pretty but was far from being conventionally attractive, with her freckles and slighty too large nose. Nevertheless, Rachel returned her smile. "Hi," she replied.
"I'm Keely." The dark-haired girl offered.
"Rachel," she said.
"Sorry to be so forward. I couldn't help notice that guy seemed to be making you a bit uncomfortable. Thought I'd give you an out." "Thanks." Rachel replied. "He's been trying all night but I - I'm not interested." She gave a little smile. "Well, have a seat here and talk to me instead."
Rachel gave a little laugh. "Okay." She said, sliding on to the bar stool next to the other woman.
"So, Rachel. You're a fresher, obviously."
"Is it that obvious?" Rachel asked.
"To someone who's looking." Keely replied with a slightly coy smile. Rachel gave another little giggle. "What are you studying?"
"English. Not that I've been doing a lot of studying this week."
"Trust me, no-one ever does during fresher's week. I'm a third year. I'm studying law."
"Sounds interesting." Rachel said.
"Sometimes." Keely said. "Uh-oh, looks like your friend's coming over." Sure enough, Richard was making his way over to the bar. Rachel turned to him. "Hi, Richard. Here's your drink. This is Keely, by the way." As Rachel handed over the glass, the lights dimmed and the music increased in volume. Keely placed her hand on Rachel's, and leaned over to speak into her ear.
"Come on, I want to dance!"
Keely couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as the music came on at exactly the right time. Introducing herself and dragging the other girl to the dancefloor were not moves she'd normally make with a guy - most men preferred the feeling that they were in charge - but she felt fine doing so with a woman, especially one as obviously fresh as Rachel. The girl was a good dancer, though, and alcohol was obviously helping a young woman enjoying one of her first experiences with drink lose her inhibitions. Keely didn't care. She was more than happy to take advantage of it.
She tried not to be too forward, though. There would be time for that later. She had no desire to frighten away a fresher who hadn't even had time to make real friends yet and might not be fully cognisant of her own sexuality.
There was something enticing about the idea of seducing a woman who did not even know she was gay, much as she had not known of her attractions the first time she'd found herself in bed with another woman. It made her smile to herself.
She brushed a hair away from her face and flashed the smile at the other girl, which was returned. She moved a little closer, looking forward to the evening's end.
Keely seemed nice enough to Rachel. She was more than grateful for the opportunity to get away from Richard once again, even if it meant leaving her other friends. On reflection, she didn't mind that much. She was enjoying the opportunity to dance, as well. Though she'd been out every night, tonight was the first real opportunity to throw herself about. She thought she made an awkward dancer, but Keely seemed not to mind.
It didn't really cross her thoughts that she was dancing with the other girl, as opposed to with a group of friends, but that was clearly the case. She shrugged. When Keely smiled at her, she smiled back; she decided she liked the dark-haired woman.
The music dimmed down, and Keely reached over to her, brushing her hair away from her ear. She didn't really notice or mind the contact. "Would you like another drink?" Keely asked.
"Sure," Rachel replied. "I'll come with you."
Keely leaned over the bar to give her order, and for the first time, Rachel really noticed her low-cut top showed off her ample cleavage. Something in the back of her mind admonished her for thinking that way, but impetuously, she ignored it.
"Enjoying your fresher's week?" Keely asked.
"Yeah," Rachel said. "Everyone's been really lovely."
"Apart from the creepy guys who keep trying to chat you up." Keely replied.
"Richard's not too bad," she said, "I'm just not into him the way he wants me to be into him."
"Sometimes it can take them a while to get the message."
"Yeah," she found herself saying, "To be honest it's the creepy girls who keep buying me drinks I'm more worried about." Keely laughed. "Worried?"
She said. "Well, not worried exactly. Concerned about. Interested in."
Keely grinned. "What did you say you were studying again?"
The music started again. Keely didn't mind the breaks. The more opportunity she had to chat the other young woman up, the more likely she'd get what she wanted. What they both wanted, really, she told herself, even if the fresher didn't know it.
The girl seemed responsive enough to her flirting. That was definitely a good sign. It was shaping up to be a good night. The only problems she faced were Rachel drinking herself silly or tiring herself dancing. She had a brainwave. She reached over to the other girl again, placing her hand on her upper arm. "Hey, I was just thinking - these guys are kinda so-so. Want to hit the dodgems before the fair gets really full later on?"
It was a gamble. If the girl thought she was happy dancing, that could screw everything up - but the fair would get her away from the alcohol and out of the Fresher's Ball faster.
"Sure," Rachel smiled. "Just one more song."
The outside air was cool, a late-September evening of summer fading into Autumn; Rachel thought it was probably her favourite time of the year, but bittersweet as summer faded.
As Keely had predicted, there weren't too many people at the fair while the band was playing. She agreed that the faux rock teen boy-group were so-so, but it had been fun to see them nevertheless.
She found herself sitting down in the dodgem car before Keely got in. As she did so, she touched Rachel's leg, steadying herself. They were close together on the seat, Keely driving.
In her slightly drunk state, the other woman didn't make much of a driver. As she bumped into other cars and the walls, they were thrown closer together. Rachel couldn't help finding the experience a little enjoyable. The closeness of the other girl to her was nice.
Keely was nice; friendly, and pleasant to talk to. She was also fun, and a little impetuous, from what Rachel could judge, jumping around from talking to dancing to the fun fair.
They got off the dodgems, Keely seemingly finding it a little easier to get out than to get in; some part of Rachel seemed disappointed. She craved the contact with the other girl, even if she was struggling to admit it to herself.
The girl took her hand again. "Want to have a hilarious go at the coconut shy?" She asked.
"Sure," Rachel replied with a giggle.
"So where are your halls?" Keely asked. The time seemed appropriate to bring things to a close as far as the Fresher's Ball was concerned - and close the deal as far as what else she wanted was.
"Off campus," Rachel replied quickly. "Newton Court." The accommodation was in town, unlike some of the older on-campus accommodation; the trade-off was bigger, nicer rooms.
"Oh," Keely smiled. "That's not too far from my place."
"Cool." Rachel said. "We can share a cab."
"Or we could just walk. There's two of us, it's not like we're in a bad area - it just full of students."
"Okay." Rachel said. "But I might have to take my shoes off."
Keely laughed at her. "Silly heels. You're tall anyway."
"Taller than you." She replied. "Oh - sorry, I didn't mean-----"
Keely touched her arm reassuringly. "Don't worry. I like being petite. Some people say it's cute."
"Yeah." Rachel said. Keely had to stop herself from beaming at the other girl. She was certain that the girl had no idea what Keely's actual plans were, but equally certain that some other part of her wanted it. She was fine with that.
They started walking, chatting as they went. Keely took every opportunity she could to complement the young redhead, and give Rachel opportunities to flirt back at her. The girl didn't miss a single one.
"Well," Keely said eventually. "This is me."
"Okay." Rachel said. "I had a really great time this evening."
"Would you like to come in for a bit?" Keely asked. "There's something I'd like to show you."
"Why not?" Rachel smiled. She had no idea what that could possibly mean, but it had started to feel like they'd talked about everything under the sun. But that was nice. She felt a closeness to the other woman that she couldn't quite explain, but which made her want to be around her. She supposed it was the feeling that she'd made a friend. Keely opened the front door. "We'd better go straight up to my room." She said as she removed her shoes, looking up at Rachel as she leaned forward. "The front room is right next to my housemate's." Rachel nodded, taking off her own shoes. Keely led her up to the room.
"Wait here a second." Keely said. "I've just got to go to the bathroom."
Rachel sat down on the bed, looking idly at a magazine as she waited for the other girl. She heard the toilet flush, and looked up as she heard the door to the room click.
"So what did you want to show...."
Her voice trailed off as she realised Keely was stood in the doorway, completely naked.
Keely's heart was pounding as she undressed in the bathroom. She knew what she wanted, and she thought the other girl wanted it to - but she couldn't be sure. Complicating things was her near-certainty that even if Rachel did want her, the other girl didn't know it yet.
Her nervousness was compounded by the part of her that almost regretted doing what she did. She was bisexual. He attraction to women wasn't something that had ever led her to a relationship; it was something she enjoyed on a purely physical level. Rachel was a very nice young girl, but Keely was out for sex, that was all. She felt predatory, and a little disgusted with herself for being so. It wasn't exactly the homosexual nature of her desire that bothered her, although even after some time, she still felt a little awkward about the fact that she was attracted to both genders.
But more than that, she felt horny. She considered leaving her underwear on, but then decided against it. She laid her clothes in a pile in the corner of the bathroom, then flushed the toilet, opening the door behind her.
The expression on Rachel's face as she saw her would-be lover was a moment that would stay with her.
Rachel gasped. Suddenly, her heart was pounding in her chest. Her mouth went dry. She was suddenly very nervous.
Until that moment, she had not realised quite how attracted she was to girls. She knew she had no real sexual feelings for boys, and found girls nicer to look at. But did that attraction extend to the sexual? She had had no idea, and hadn't been in a situation where she'd had to confront the notion before.
Looking at Keely as she walked over to the bed began to answer those questions. The beautiful young woman's breasts were full and pert, and Rachel found herself wanting to touch them even as her eyes made their way around the other girl's body, taking in the curve of her hips, the hint of her buttocks, and of course, the dark pubic hair of her crotch. Her nerves won out temporarily over her wakening arousal. For a moment, she was terrified, wanting to run. Then Keely put a hand to her face, leaned down, and kissed her.
Keely let the kiss linger for a moment, enjoying the taste of the redhead's mouth. Ideally, she'd have kissed her before this moment, but the other girl's innocence had led her to delay the show of affection and desire until this moment. Rachel returned the kiss with a sudden passion that pleased Keely, confirming their attraction to each other.
She pulled away, stroking the other girl's long, golden-red hair as she did so. "I thought you might like that." Rachel nodded an affirmative.
"You can touch if you want." Keely said. "You don't have to just look."
Rachel reached out and placed a nervous hand on the side of her stomach. Keely laughed, and took hold of it, moving it up to her chest.
"You're so beautiful." Rachel told her, stroking her breast.
"So are you." She replied, and leaned in to kiss her lover again. This time, she slipped a hand under Rachel's top, and she pulled out of the kiss, she began to lift the garment away from the young woman's body. Rachel complied, lifting her arms to allow the other woman to pull her top over her head.
Keely could not help noticing that Rachel was less than well-endowed in her chest, but she didn't mind. The small size of her breasts seemed to enhance the girl's youth and innocence, and increased Keely's arousal. She was well aware of the increasing dampness between her legs, but knew there would be plenty of time to sate that particular desire. There was more to sex - especially this kind of sex - than simple genital stimulation.
She placed her hands on Rachel's stomach and pushed her back slightly on to the bed. As Rachel lay back, she kissed her once more on the mouth, then leaned in to whisper in her ear before taking her kisses down her neck to her chest.
"I'm going to lick your cunt." Keely whispered to Rachel as she lay down. The vulgarity of the word was at first shocking to her, but she soon discovered she found the simplicity and dirtiness of the action it predicted arousing.
She had never felt anything like this before in her life. She had never done anything like this before in her life. She was sexually aroused by the other woman, deeply enjoying what was being done to her. She surrendered to it completely.
Keely kissed her neck, moving downwards toward her chest. She had never thought of, or expected, that being touched on the neck would be so pleasant, but it was, serving to enhance and prolong her arousal.
She knew that her breasts were not very large, but as she kissed them, Keely didn't seem to mind. The other girl slipped a hand under her bra strap, reaching round to her back, and she lifted her body off of the bed slightly to allow her lover access to the clip. Her undergarment fell away from her chest, leaving her as naked on top as her lover was.
She wanted to touch every part of the other girl's lovely body. She wanted those breasts, that arse, that cunt, desperately. But she also wanted Keely to continue doing what she was doing to her. She wanted the fulfilment of the promise Keely had whispered in her ear.
Keely lingered on her breasts, playing with each nipple for a time with her tongue. Rachel could feel that her panties were soaking wet with her excitement. She reached out to stroke Keely's side again, her hand making her way down to her lover's hip, reaching out to touch her butt. Keely looked up at her and smiled.
Rachel reached down to her skirt with her free hand, unzipping it on the side. Keely pulled it away, leaving Rachel wearing nothing but tights and panties. She let the other girl slip her hand under her tights and pull them away.
Keely's hand stroked her empty crotch through her soaked panties. "You're very wet." The other girl whispered in her ear once again. Rachel nodded her reply. "So am I."
The dark-haired woman slipped a hand under Rachel's panties. Then she pulled them away, down her legs, until the beautiful young lesbian was completely naked.
Keely smiled in surprise as she completed stripping her lover. "You shave your pussy?" She asked.
Rachel nodded. "I like it that way. Is it a problem?"
"Of course not," Keely replied. "I've just never been with a woman with no hair there before. You know, it's nice."
"Thank you." Rachel said. Keely kissed her on her mouth again, a final time.
Her lover's mouth finally found her way to Rachel's pussy. Rachel sighed in desire and delight as she felt the other woman press her lips first to her bald crotch, then finally against the lips of her vulva, as if asking her for permission. She spread her legs wide, allowing Keely's eager mouth full access to her womanhood.
Keely did not use her hands to manipulate Rachel's pussy as she went down on her. Instead, she steadied herself with one hand, brushing her hair away from her face with the other. Rachel ran her hand through her lover's hair, holding it out of her face and at the same time pressing Keely closer to her womanhood.
Keely's tongue first explored her womanhood, licking the slit of her vagina, before she eventually found her way to her clitoris. Rachel gave a gasp of delight as the girl began lapping at the small pleasure node, enjoying the experience of someone else pleasuring her for the first time. She felt heat rising in her breasts and her hips, felt herself begin to struggle for breath. Then, all feeling except for one disappeared, as she climaxed.
Rachel sent a flood of warm juices into Keely's mouth as she orgasmed, but Keely decided not to cease her work with the virgin dyke's pussy at her first climax. Instead, she increased her lapping speed, and Rachel felt her body succumb to a second, more intense orgasm.
Keely removed her mouth from the other girl's crotch, and wiped her chin with her hand. Rachel smiled at her. "Thank you." She said.
Keely leaned over her, and Rachel reached out to fondle the other woman's large breasts as she kissed her. She could taste her own womanhood on the other girl's lips, and kissed her more deeply, enjoying the taste.
Keely pulled out of the kiss, Rachel's hand still on her breast. The girl's touch on her body was tentative, gentle and exploratory. She enjoyed it. Men could be so rough with her breasts, but they were much more sensitive than they realised. Rachel seemed to know, however; or if she didn't, in her nervous, innocent state she was capable only of being gentle.
She let the other girl continue to fondle her for a moment, before sitting up on her knees, so that she was kneeling over the other girl.
She once again took in her lover's body, from her pointed, small face to her chest, tight stomach, hips, and bald pussy. That had been a surprise, though not an unpleasant one. It was nice not to have to worry about hair as she went down on the other girl.
She considered for a moment, before deciding to continue to be wicked. She stroked the girl's hair away from her ear before leaning in and whispering, "My turn."
Before she could protest, Keely's pussy was pressed against Rachel's mouth. Not that she would have protested. For a moment, she panicked, but then remembered that her lover had just done exactly what she now wanted to Rachel's own cunt. The position was slightly different, and Keely's pussy was not an exact mirror of hers, but she realised she knew what to do.
She lapped at the girl lovingly, breathing in the rich scent of her womanhood with every motion. She nibbled at the woman's clitoris, Keely rocking back and forth on her mouth. She found that she enjoyed what she was doing, taking hold of the girl's soft buttocks as she tongue-fucked her.
She felt the juices of the other woman's vagina running down her chin, and heard Keely's moans of pleasure. The other girl stroked Rachel's hair and her cheek as she was tongue-fucked.
Going from being pleasured by her lover to pleasuring her did give Rachel a moment to pause for thought as she kissed the other woman's pussy. She still could not believe what she had done, was still doing. Part of her still wanted to run, to leave; some tiny voice in the back of her mind seemed to say that she was wrong for being with a girl somehow, but that voice was small and easily silenced by the over-riding fact that she was enjoying the sex.
She continued lapping at her lover's cunt, enjoying both the taste and feel of the other woman in her mouth. From time to time, she nibbled gently at the other woman's clit, causing her to tremble slightly in pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like a long time, Keely's body seemed to shudder with pleasure, and she collapsed to the bed beside Rachel.
As she lay down, Keely brought Rachel's face round to meet hers, and kissed her again, placing her hands on the girl's butt. She was pleased when Rachel mimicked her, stroking and squeezing her backside.
"That was great." Keely whispered. It had been. Not the most intense sex she'd ever experienced, but it had been what she needed. She felt sated and content.
"It was amazing." Rachel breathed. Keely kissed her again. For several minutes, the two girls lay side by side, naked, stroking one another's bodies gently, their breath calming. They were just close enough that Keely's erect nippled brushed against the top Rachel's little breasts, together in a state of post-coital happiness.
Then Rachel spoke again. "Keely," she said, "I'm a virgin."
Keely giggled. "Not any more you're not."
"No," Rachel replied. "I mean... I'm still a virgin. Physically." Keely's eyes widened as she realised what Rachel was suggesting. "We don't have to do that if you don't want to." She replied.
"I do want to." Rachel said. "I want it to be you."
Keely took a breath. Was this going farther than she wanted to? But then, Rachel had given her so much already, she thought. She had no desire to string the other girl along, but if she wanted this, then perhaps she ought to do it. "Okay." She said.
Rachel kissed Keely once again as she assented. The other girl pulled back.
"I'll be as gentle as I can be," Keely said, "But it might still hurt a little bit."
Rachel just nodded, and she felt Keely's hand reach over to her crotch, beginning to stroke it. With Keely in the position she was lying next to her, Rachel realised she was free to touch the girl as she pleased, and with one hand fondled her lover's breasts as the other hand touched the similarly soft area of her arse.
Keely coaxed Rachel's legs apart gently, first probing between them before finally patting her thigh to reach for her cunt. She sighed in pleasure as the girl stroked her clitoris with a finger, the rest of her hand gently fondling the outside of her genitals.
She closed her eyes as the girl reached a slender finger into her vagina.
Keely stroked her finger against the outside of Rachel's hymen, pressing gently against the thin barrier of skin. Carefully and ever so gently, she poked against it.
She saw her lover wince as she broke Rachel's virginity. A small trickle of blood ran down Keely's finger, which she wiped away with a tissue, before looking up to see that Rachel was all right.
"Please don't stop." The pretty girl replied.
Keely complied, penetrating her fully with one finger, while stimulating her clit with another. Tentatively, she slipped another finger into the girl. Rachel moaned in delight, and Keely continued fucking her like that for several minutes. Then she slipped another finger into her lover.
Rachel suddenly became more animated, thrusting her crotch on to Keely's fingers. In response, Keely began finger-fucking her a little harder, her little finger inevitably slipping between the cheeks of the other girl's ass as she did so, lightly stimulating her other naked orifice.
Once again, she felt Rachel send a flood of warm liquid down on to her hand. Rachel's arm gripped her wrist, indicating to her to withdraw, and she did so. The other girl showered her with kisses.
"That was so good. Thank you so much." Rachel said.
"I enjoyed it too." She said, stroking the girl's cheek. Then she signed. How far was it fair to let this go? She'd had what she wanted, surely. She needed to let the other girl go.
"I need to get some sleep," she said. Rachel nodded agreement, and then Keely realised she meant that she wanted to stay with her tonight. She thought for a moment about sending her away, but then realised she didn't have the heart to send her away. She didn't want her to go. She kissed the other female again, then pulled her arms around her. She fell asleep with the young girl still naked and warm in her arms.