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As Louise sat on the sofa, she really had no idea how she'd found herself in this predicament, although to say that she regretted it would be stretching the truth. The plan for that evening was for her and Claire to meet up in Reading where Claire had recently been undertaking a study course, and they were to have a quiet dinner out where they could catch up, perhaps get a bit tipsy and just talk and talk and talk until they fell asleep, just like they'd so commonly done in college. Now it was one o'clock in the morning and she was in a house in the Reading suburbs with Claire and five young guys and Claire was pissed out of her head and putting on what amounted to a live sex show with two of the guys David and Andrew. For her part, Louise was sat between two of the other guys on a settee directly facing Claire as she was alternately kissing each of the guys either side of her, who were loosening their jeans in anticipation of what was to follow.

This night out had been arranged a week earlier when Claire had finally tied Louise to a date to meet. They'd been in daily contact in the weeks before as Louise supported Claire through her separation that had heralded the end of her ten-year marriage. Louise had been called on to perform the role of confident, counsellor and support worker because she was the only one of their circle who had already separated from their partner. The other girls that made up their small group of friends were remained either blissfully married or bloody good at hiding their misery.

The group of girls had been friends since University, and had formed a pretty strong bond in the three years that they had studied together. In the second and third year they had lived together in a shared house and had become that student family that is inevitably created as a result of such circumstances. Louise's relationship with Claire in some respects hadn't been any closer that of any other of the girls, although from the outset, she'd detected in Claire a certain mischievousness that she possessed herself, and the years that they lived together had given rise to events which proved Louise's suspicions to be correct. Its these moments that had allowed Louise and Claire to find a trust in each other whereby the one would not judge the other too harshly regardless of their indiscretions, and inevitably they confided a little more in the other than they would the other girls. Yet, in this commonality they had quietly avoided the forging of a one on one friendship of any especial closeness in the knowledge that whatever volatile chemical existing in each of them had the potential to be highly flammable should the elements be combined into on potion of a partnership.

Louise had shown her hand first to Claire, after a few months of the girls group forming Louise had split from her boyfriend in quite difficult circumstances, and when the weeping was complete, Louise had made the sober judgement that she was now able to take advantage of her new single status. On night's out, if Louise spotted something she liked, she took it... home mostly, and she was able to do this without much of a challenge. Her youthful looks, an uncomplexed beauty and a stunning figure with a generous bust made collecting young men from clubs and bars a quite unchallenging pursuit, and while there were several occasions, each done with spectacular abandonment, the count never reached quantities sufficient for Louise to be labelled a whore. Nonetheless there were occasions when Louise felt like a whore, and she grew to like the feeling and it could legitimately be said that she sought out the opportunities to make herself feel this way from time to time. Fellow students would be collected from the Student Union, faces that Louise might have seen about the campus. Louise would note that she'd received their attention and if they met with her approval and they happened to be in the same bar, club or event as her, she'd reward their attention with doe-eyed glances. The signals would be read and interpreted, drinks would be bought and invitations to walk a lady home would be offered and accepted. The walk home would be an audition conducted by Louise, and she'd stall at darkened doorways. The better candidates would read the circumstances correctly and kiss her into the dimly lit recesses and thrust hard cocks through the material of trousers into her midriff to signal their ambitions. Tits could be squeezed and the cock might get an encouraging rub, but she'd always defer the moment for the safety and dignity of the house. Young suitors who failed to take the bait would receive good-bye kisses at the door of the rented house and be sent on a cold walk home deemed under-qualified for the post of bed partner. Yet the ones who got through the door weren't ever to leave with a least being wanked off by Louise. As a minimum she'd let them undress her and feel and suck her tits that were spectacular and always got the boys going. She kneel on the floor between their legs and take out their hard, wet ended cocks and wank them, with her head inches from the tip of their cocks. They'd always ask to be sucked, or push her head down. Some she'd refuse and just bring them off all over themselves watching them coming and she'd moan as if she were being fucked. Other's she'd lick and suck. She felt quite accomplished performing blow jobs on boys having got off to an early start at the age of f******n. Now she'd been in a long relationship or two she'd long since developed her signature performance using lips, tongue, hand, eyes, chin, neck and associated young flesh to massage eager cocks. She liked cum too, although not everyone got swallowed. She liked to see spunk fly up and out of the tips of her men, and found it fascinating how much cum some men produced and how far or high some spurts would leap. The most favoured of guests got wanked, sucked and fucked and always bareback for Louise. It wasn’t that she didn't like condoms; just that she never had any herself or even asked the guys if they had any. She loved the sensation of a man pumping his load into her cunt, and the warmth of the fluid as it rolled within her chamber. Sometimes when they got up to go to the bathroom or leave, she'd put her fingers inside herself, dip her digits into the moisture and smell her fingers before licking them while the deposit was fresh and new. She learned to fuck strangers in these years, and this stood her in good stead in the post graduate years as she entered her industry and sought out more new experiences as a grown woman. She could now read men, the ones that looked good but fucked poorly, the one that looked great and fucked shamefully, the ones that you barely noticed but fucked like champions. She'd had them all in varying quantities and to varying degrees.

As her relationship was evolving with her housemates, Louise felt the natural wariness of their reaction to her salacious encounters with strangers, and while there was never any open sense of offence or disproval, she sensed that some of the girls were more approving than others. Claire was one of the less judgemental of the girls, choosing to seek out private moments with Louise and grill her on who she had been with, what she had got up to, how the man had performed. Not one to enjoy going into detail about the whys, what’s and wherefores, Louise skirted over the events of any encountered that she recounted to Claire but always got a sense that Claire was waiting for the right circumstances and opportunity to arise so that she would herself have a story to tell.
Claire was one of those women who on a day to day basis would get lost in a crowd of people, not standing out in any significant way. She was not a slim girl but neither was she overweight to any extent. She could be described as smart but not pretty and definitely not ugly. Louise always got a sense that Claire hadn't yet flourished the way a woman does at a certain point in her life and because Claire looked a little older than her years, Louise wondered if it might not ever happen for Claire, but it did, and when it did Claire blossomed in many ways.
It was part way through the second year of their course when Claire seemed to come to life as a woman. She lost a little weight, just a few pounds, and her clothes suddenly looked a little better on her. She changed her hair ever so slightly, a different colour, and a little more length. These things together with two or three other changes meant that she walked a little taller, spoke and laughed a little louder and ultimately drew a little more attention from the men around them. The change manifested itself in her behaviours that summer when she went on a date with a guy called Rob. She'd been getting ready all afternoon and Louise had been chatting to her as she applied her make up, sat at her dressing table in a black bra, knickers and stockings. With Louise topping up their wine glasses to ensure Claire's nerves remained under control, she'd noted that Claire had an air of casual deference to the date she was about to embark on. Louise had questioned Claire about this and Claire had coldly reported that she fully intended to fuck Rob on this first proper date because Rob was married and this was a case of Claire taking a 'why not?' approach to men that she met. Stunned by this news and while she hadn't wanted to display any sense of judgement or disapproval Louise had felt the excitement of Claire's abandonment. Claire had then told Louise that on the previous weekend Rob had bought Claire a few drinks in the club that they were at and after leaving the club Rob had walked Claire home. On the walk through the darker areas of the playing fields near the university they'd stopped amongst the trees and he'd fingered her until she came and she'd sucked him off by way of returning the favour. Unlike Louise recounting her adventures, Claire found enjoyment in describing her trysts with men in glorious detail, changing the pitch of her voice and the speed of her speech as the eroticism of the story grew to its natural climax. It struck Louise as she lay on Claire's bed, watching her apply her make up and listening to her story that Claire had more enthusiasm for the story she told than the date he was about to embark on. Another of Louise's recollections was the effect that Claire's story had had on her, laying listening, envisaging the encounter, knowing the exact spot when they had stopped and consumed each other. All of this had contrived to turn Louise on enormously and she felt a wetness grow between her warm thighs as Claire described how she'd held the back of Rob's head as he had sucked her tits while thrusting two fingers in and out of her cunt until she almost gave way and collapsed onto the grassless earth beneath the large oak tree beside the cricket pitch. Through Claire's words Louise could almost sense the shape of a cylindrical rod of hot cock flesh in her mouth as Claire went onto describe kneeling in front of Rob and sucking loudly on his prick, and wanking him into her mouth before he came loudly over the back of her tongue. As Claire finished getting ready for her date with Rob that evening, she'd post scripted her story to Louise by saying that she'd concluded that Rob wasn't a nice guy, but had a great cock and while he was married, there were no k**s to harm so she intended to fuck him until either he or she got bored with the arrangement or she found someone she genuinely liked.
After she left the house that evening Louise's rejoined her friends in the lounge and watched tele, ate a TV dinner and headed to bed at about eleven. She'd been unable to get the images out of her head as she laid there that night and only tiredness had got the better of her and enabled her to sleep. However at about one o'clock in the morning she was woken by the sound of Claire coming home, and clearly Rob was with her. Moments later Louise could hear the sounds of voices, then whimpers from Claire's room, before the clearly audible sounds of Claire and Rob fucking quite vigorously in the next room. It sounded like angry sex, with Claire demanding firmer and faster thrusts from Rob as he failed to fully impress her, or so she gave him the impression. Rob never stayed the night at the house, Claire always threw him out and his bleating protests could be heard within moments of every night of fucking that Louise willingly listened to while fingering herself, adjusting the pace of her wrists, hands and fingers to Rob's trusts and climaxes. Claire used to ask Louise if she'd heard them fucking, Louise always lied "Nothing, not a bang or a cry!" she'd assure Claire, fearful that any sense of lack of privacy on Claire's part would make her insist that Rob be quieter, and Louise definitely didn't want that. She loved hearing them fuck, and never once failed to obtain anything less than three or four comes as she heard Claire and Rob come repeatedly.

From that point forward, Louise and Claire's friendship seemed to be on a different level. Louise never really revealed more to Claire than she had done before, but from then onwards, she felt totally at ease with Claire knowing her conquests, and more importantly never felt judged. In return she never judged Claire, and always showed a passing interest on how things were going with Rob, a relationship that lasted up until the months before their finals started and Claire seemed to see Rob less frequently. She used the excuse that she needed to concentrate on her studies although Louise suspected that Claire was strategically managing her own exit from the relationship ahead of the inevitable termination.

At the conclusion of their studies, the girls all s**ttered about the UK to start their careers and continue on with their lives. Each year they would meet at least once, and spend a weekend together in the summer. Their lives changed as they each found lovers and eventually husbands which enabled the annual meet ups to be substituted for hen nights, although the meets got more and more civilised, and stories changed from exciting experiences to more middle class mundane conversations about house purchases, promotions, family holidays, breast feeding, nursery arrangements and so on. Regardless of the the creeping tide of maturity amongst the girls, whenever the girls met up, Louise and Claire usually made time for one another to have a more private conversation, not that there was much to tell by way of erotic developments or occurrences, yet they both shared a more honest and frank type of conversation that neither felt that they could have with the others. During one meeting, the girls met at a luxury rented home in the country and embarked on a weekend of eating, drinking catching up and laughing. On the Saturday night, once they come home from a lovely country gastro pub they all changed into their pyjamas and drank several more bottles of wine. One of the girls was describing, in a rare case of sexual discussion, how her husband was continually complaining about her lack of enthusiasm for oral sex, particularly blow jobs, and that she, long suspecting an over enthusiasm on his part for porn, she'd checked his browsing history and found that he'd watched video after video of scenes categorised by the terms 'blow job' or 'facial' or 'bukake' and worst still seemed to have a strong and 'unhealthy' interest in anal-sex videos. The mention of the last category had drawn gasps of shock from some of the girls and howls of laughter from others including Louise. Yet in all of the noise and chaos as the girls fell about laughing, Louise noted that Claire who was sitting next to Louise at the time, simply leaned forward in her chair, picked up her wine glass and whispered under her breath "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it" before strutting regally to the kitchen area to retrieve another bottle of wine from the fridge. That moment had stuck with Louise, although she'd never shared this with anyone, nor had she challenged Claire on the point. She felt that she and Claire had sufficient an understanding to leave certain this unsaid. For years Louise hadn't been one to practice anal sex until her marriage had broken down some years later after years of never quite finding the physical chemistry that a union needs in order to be successful. Her own doubts about her personal enjoyment of sex had been dispelled in the relationship that followed and with her new partner, old skills were dusted off and polished to a bright and shinny condition, while new experiences were tried and learned and refined until Louise again went about her life in the knowledge that she knew her own body, she knew a mans body and better still she knew how to combine the two potent elements in order to make a hot, exciting and imposing experience for the man and the woman. She herself had, amongst other things learned the enjoyment of anal sex and was a regular practitioner of this. It hadn't come easy for her and the first few attempts had been uncomfortable and occasionally painful, but not any longer. Her determination to master this part of her sex life had ended in total success and she could easily accommodate a long hard cock in her ass on any given occasion, and yes, Claire was right, having tried it and mastered it, this was something that wasn't to be knocked.

So tonight had been planned for just Louise and Claire. Months earlier during their last meeting as a group Louise had noticed that Claire had lost her sheen, she'd had less to offer in conversation than normal and appeared to slip to the corner of the room rather than be amongst the centre of the group. Louise had engineered a moment when she could catch Claire alone; ironically, it had been beside the fridge as Claire sought another bottle of white wine for herself. "So...... What's eating you Claire?" Louise had asked her, confident that they had a few moments of privacy. "Ohh You know, the usual. Mortgage, k**s, boss, boredom. All the things we asked for as young girls without knowing about the accessories that come with them" Louise nodded in quiet agreement, hoping that by not interrupting Claire she might continue onwards with her explanation, but she didn't. "No mention of the husband in all of those negative things, so I'm guessing that all is good there then. That's nice" Louise rounded the end of her sentence with an obtuse remark to dare her friend to speak of the thing most likely to be at the root of her worries "Or perhaps I've failed to mention him because we've become so totally-fucking-inconsequential that he doesn't feature in my consciousness any more!" she said raising her voice and she spoke, and in doing so, raising the veil on her secret. Not shocked Louise placed a hand on top of Claire's hand that was laid on the granite worktop. Louise made a fist around Claire's hand and gave it a little shake. "You know, when I was at that same point, I wish I'd spoken to someone about it. I don't think it would have changed what happened to my marriage, but it would have helped me process my thoughts better and prepared me for what might have, and ultimately did, lay before me" As the words left her mouth Louise had expected Claire to dismiss her, close up and not accept the offer, but Claire was always so bloody unpredictable, possibly why Louise liked her so much. "Can we chat - properly? Not here with these guys around. Somewhere else where I can tell you how I'm feeling and hear from you how you felt" Louise's blunted questioning of Claire had worked, striking the bull’s-eye with just one dart. Perhaps it was timing, that it was this night that the pressure that Claire had been under was so great that she would tell anyone what was going on in her complicated life. Louise knew better than that. Possibly only she could twist Claire's pressure valve and release the pressure for Claire with their shared brand of direct dialogue. Hearing the others stirring in the lounge, they quickly made arrangements to meet the following day in a pub just one junction down the motorway, not telling the other girls of their plans.

After waking quite early and having a cereal breakfast each the girls had tidied the house, and collected the shameful mass of empty wine bottles and bagged them for recycling, before kissing their goodbyes at 11:30am when the agent came to collect the keys and check the house. One of the other girls agreed to hang back while the agent signed over the house, and each of the girls drove off home in different directions except for Louise who discreetly allowed Claire to follow her through the village, out into the lanes which led to the motorway, west by one junction and off into another small canal side town where they parked up rejoined for lunch.
Inside at the table for two Claire opened her heart to Louise and told her a story that could have been her own two years earlier. She'd stopped loving her husband and she was pretty sure that he'd stopped loving her. There was little or no physical side to their relationship and Claire doubted if she even wanted it to return. She felt apathetic about her marriage and if it died that day she'd not shed a tear, and might even feel relief rather than grief. For four hours they sat there, the first two was entirely Claire speaking or rather cascading her story to Louise. Then Louise spoke for probably a hour firstly about how the same had happened to her, then about the point at which she made the decision to bring her marriage to an end, and then about the experiences that followed. She was careful not to tell the story in a way which would lead Claire to take the same road, but rather to report the journey as it was, together with its imperfections, the worries, battles, fears, losses, guilt but equally the lighter elements including the new relationships, the excitement and the re-ignition of her womanhood. The last hour was more like a conversation, Claire seemed more together at this point and her language involved more intent, signalling that she was ready to seek conclusions. As they left the pub, they hugged in a genuine display of affection for each other and Louise offered Claire her support at anytime, by phone, by text, email or meeting.

In the days and weeks that followed, Louise made it her business to hear from Claire every couple of days. Mostly they would text or send messages on social media. Occasionally they would speak on the telephone and once or twice, when the tears where at their most intense, they would Skype. Louise often offered to drive to Claire and meet or stay, but Claire never accepted her offer much to Louise's relief. She truly valued her own time since her separation and after meeting her family obligations her weekends with her new partner seemed so few, she'd long since been determined that little or nothing would get in the way of them. In supporting Claire, Louise wasn't trying to save a couples marriage, but she was trying to allow Claire the chance to think, and think thoroughly. Eventually the path that Claire was on revealed itself and she and her husband sat down on evening and agreed to call time on their marriage. Claire was matter-of-fact about it and reported the news to Louise quite soberly. As was the case in her own circumstances, Louise witnessed Claire drive the process forward and bring the ailing marriage to a swift and humane conclusion. Within weeks both Claire and her husband were apart in new rented homes and the house was sold. Claire seemed to 'grow' again she made changes in her life that seemed to be smart decisions. She enrolled for a distance-learning course, took up cycling and joined a local riding group. Louise watched with interest as her social media life became busier, more active and photo's and status updates suggested that Claire was happy again.

Some months on from their secret pub chat Claire sent Louise a beautifully hand written note of thanks. In her note she said that nobody else could have helped her the way Louise did. Not only from reflecting on her own journey but also from drawing on the seeds of their relationship which had been planted in their university days. Claire specifically referred to the same moments that, would seem insignificant to anyone else, Louise continually recalled when she thought of Claire. In signing off her letter, Claire asked if Louise would meet up with her on night so they could catch up and chat like they'd never chatted before. Louise waited a day or two and called Claire and agreed to meet her. Claire was regularly overnighting at Reading due to her distance-learning course and commonly stayed at a hotel on the campus that offered preferential rates to distance learning students. Louise was scheduled to have a day in her London office on the coming Thursday and because Friday was going to be a bank holiday, she agreed to meet with Claire that week and instructed Claire to book her a room.

On arrival at the hotel, Louise was very impressed with Claire's choice. There was ample parking at the hotel and the lobby reception was as nice as any modern chain of hotels. Her room was well equipped and clean and modern. Not bad for sixty pounds per night. On arrival she had texted Claire and they'd agreed to meet in the lobby at seven o'clock. Claire assured Louise that there was a decent pub around the corner that did reasonable meals for reasonable prices. Louise freshened up with a quick shower and changed into her jeans, a black camisole top and a lace over-shirt with a pattern of birds on the top. She wore her hair down and straight and slipped on her black suede heel boots to give her that extra height that brought her level with Claire, the little things remembered and born out of long standing friendships. In the lobby she met Claire who was looking great. She too wore jeans, and a knitted top with an open weave which revealed a bit of flesh. Her hair was clipped up slightly with a bobble to hold her fringe from her face and the look suited Claire who was now wearing her make up differently, slightly bolder and much more accurate and distinguished. They were able to walk to the place where they were dining that evening. A lesser-known national chain of sports bars which tended to spring up around hotels, cinemas and out of town shopping complexes. On arrival there was a sort of lectern where a host waited to receive diners and allocate seating. Claire and Louise were offered seats in a particular area of the restaurant but Claire refused them uncharacteristically and requested that they be sat at the opposite end of the dining area on a bar leaner with high stools. The place wasn't at all busy so the host agreed and led them to the table, Claire offering no particular explanation for the request. When the host left them, Claire instructed Louise to shift half way up the table so that they'd discourage others from joining them. "We've got lots of stories to tell each other I'm sure, and we don't want anyone listening in, for their sakes!" Claire said hinting at what was to come.
After ordering a bottle of wine, and their food, the girls started the catch up with pleasantries and mundane work and family reports before Louise steered the line of conversation towards Claire's recent separation. Claire accepted the route of the chat willingly and started off by telling Louise about the new house, the sale of the old house, her ex husband's arrangements and the fact that he was now with a new woman who he'd met online. Claire was civil about it all and said that she was happy for him and that he appeared more content. Louise was about to take the conversation towards Claire's love life when she offered up the information without encouragement. "You see, lots of people are quite disparaging about online relationships, but its a good way to meet people, especially if you aren't seeking a committed relationship" Louise assessed the words as they left Claire's mouth and worked out quickly what she might be referring to "What do you mean by that?" she fished a tad mischievously. "Well, take me for instance. I'm just out of ten years of marriage. Do I really want to be embarking on a new long term relationship, especially when I've go so much on with my job, the k**s, my studies" she said making her case "So, if you aren't looking for a boyfriend, what are you looking for on those sites?" Louise asked clearly aware that she'd set a trap for Claire who hadn't at this point admitted to using such websites up to this point. "Well...." Claire wiggled in her seat like a hen on an egg "......company, friendship.... that sort of thing" she answered not quite actually answering. Louise felt like her old technique of blunt questioning ought to be employed "Sex Claire. Do you mean sex?" Claire laughed out loud at Louise's bold questioning, "Well yes, I have to admit that I might have used some of those sites for the odd bit of fun" Claire started her admission. Before Louise could interject Claire stated how she'd found the normal well known websites that advertise on television and met a few people on there, but all were looking for a partner and a serious relationship. She explained how that had driven her to join Tinder and had consequently met two guys within the first week and slept with both of them before finding a third guy in week two who she'd seen a few times and really enjoyed fucking. He was a real enabler for her, and he helped her explore her ideas and he shared other ideas with her, advising her that if it was purely sex she was after, she should try some of the 'swinging' websites. He had helped her create a profile for herself and she'd had several meetings with single men as a result. This guy had even taken her to a sex club where on the first visit she and he had fucked in a room while about five other guys watched them fuck, them they had stayed on for a while and watched two others couples have a foursome. Her enthusiasm for this sort of scene had been a revelation for her and on her next visit, Claire and her fuck-buddy had allowed another man to join them and she'd performed her first threesome, after which they were joined by another couple and Claire had gone with a woman for the first time. "Wow Claire! You've really gone on a journey!" Louise said, maintaining her approach with Claire not to offer up any judgemental comments, yet secretly choosing not to disclose the similar experiences that Louise had enjoyed. "Do you think I'm behaving like a slut?" Claire asked. "No. I think that you find yourself in the single-world again and you've discovered that its a very different place now. More liberal, more free and more exciting" Claire seemed to be put at ease by Louise's words although she didn't appear to question Louise's apparent readiness to accept this quite shocking admission. "Are you still using the website, meeting people and going to the clubs Claire?" asked Louise trying to establish if this was a phase that she was going through or was it now a lifestyle choice that Claire had made and might be entrenched within it. "I'm still on the website and I meet people as and when I want, but I also seem to be attracting men quite openly now. I must be giving off a vibe or something and they are tuning into me. I've seen one or two people as a result of being on this course. In fact I twice fucked blokes in the hotel we're staying at!" As she spoke she seemed distracted by a group of guys that had entered the bar area and were sitting in a large group some twenty yards away. Louise looked over at the group that appeared to be some sort of sports team judging by their average age, athleticism and the presence of what appeared to be a trainer or coach. They gathered seating positions around the older man who seemed to be briefing them on something, they all listened intently for a short period of time and then the meeting seemed to disband with most of the group picking up their bags and leaving while a few stayed back.

Claire continued to speak to Louise but was clearly watching the remaining members of the group, and tracking the movements of one particular member. "You know that guy?" Louise asked nodding towards the bar where one of their number had taken a position and was ordering a round of drinks. "Kind of, his name is David and we've chatted a few times here when I've been her for lectures on a Thursday night. He's the captain of the rugby team and they train on the pitches across the road then come in here for a debrief and he and his mates stay on for a drink" Instantly, Louise was assessing whether Claire had already bedding this guy, but somehow she came to the conclusion that she might not have. Dave was a great looking guy, but he had an air about him that wasn't cocky in the slightest, and Louise figured that if he'd screwed Claire already he'd either be looking for her here instantly for a repeat, or looking out for her to avoid her at all costs if he wasn't of a mind to go there again. "I'm just going to get us another bottle of wine and have a quick word with him if that's OK with you?" Claire said already moving from her seat and making her way to the bar "Just make sure you come back, and don't leave me here all night on my own!!" Louise said in warning tones. Claire clip-clopped in her heels over to the bar and Dave turned to examine who was approaching across the wooden floor. He greeted her warmly with not a kiss, but a gentle brush of his hand on her upper arm. He gestured as to offer to buy her a drink and Louise worked out that Claire was explaining that she was with a friend and that they would get their own drinks. To Claire's credit she didn't linger any longer than to say hello, then she ordered another bottle of wine and made her way to the table beside Louise. "They are such nice guys. Never too leery and always polite" Claire reported. She went on to say that the last time she'd been out with them she'd ended up playing pool in the games area with them and they'd really welcomed her into their group. As she spoke the guys made their way across from the bar, past them to the pool table. As they walked past Dave came over to Claire and spoke "We're going to play a few games if you girls would like to join us after your dinner. Come over if and when you want to" and he carried on his way to the table where his friends were already setting up the table.

As the dinners arrived Louise and Claire continued to chat and by the time the waitress came to check if the meals were to their satisfaction, Louise and Claire had emptied their second bottle, and needed to order a third. As they ate, Claire went into more and more detail about her recent adventures, both at the sex clubs and on dates with guys from the websites and at the University. She told Louise how being with two guys at a time had been such an exciting experience, and how after the first occasion she found herself subconsciously seeking out more and more opportunities to experience the thrill of a male-male-female threesome again and again. “What do you especially enjoy about it?” Louise asked Claire. “It’s simple, being the focus of the attention of two men simultaneously. The men never seem to take notice of one and other, and just keep fucking my mouth or my ass or my pussy. They lick every inch of my body and keep kissing me as I turn around and swap my positions. When I’m doing it I never feel dirty or guilty and they make me feel so special, so sexy and so in control” As Claire spoke Louise wondered if it had occurred to Claire that she had long since experienced the same. It had been over two years now since she had participated in her first threesome. She’d been in a new and exciting relationship and she had shared with her new boyfriend her fantasies about all sorts of things. As the weeks went on, the conversation returned to the subject until one night, when she was home alone while he was out with his friends, Louise had offered to be at home waiting for her boyfriend. He’d left a hanging reply say that his mate would be staying at the house that night and there’d be a high probability that she’d end up having her first threesome if she stayed that night. She knew he was fishing for the same outcome and she was more than happy not to disappoint him “I’d better get over there then and make myself presentable” she’d texted him in return. Immediately she had changed into a sexy black dress, set off in the car, picked up some wine to loosen her nerves and let herself into his home. By the time he and his friend had arrived, Louise had drunk the first bottle of wine and had imagined all sorts of scenarios in her mind as to how the evening would progress. Sitting between the two men on the settee and watching a film she kissed her boyfriend by way of instigating the nights events. Moments later he was fingering her in front of his mate and to Louise’s excitement, his friend joined in, kissing Louise and letting his hands and fingers join her boyfriend’s at the entrance to her pussy. She’d sucked and fucked both of them for the next two hours, reaching climax after climax before exhaustion got the better of them all. Laying there that night she knew she’d just discovered another part of herself, her sexuality which would need more and more investigation. Since that first occasion, Louise had repeated this multiple times and gone beyond the threesome with group sex, sex with other women and always had plans with her boyfriend to do yet more. Unless Claire asked her directly, she wasn’t going to share this with her, not through some sort of shame, but more a case of discretion. She wouldn’t lie to Claire and deny that she’d performed the same exciting things, but unless she was asked directly, she’d keep her own counsel.

Having finished their dinner, and feeling fully caught up with all which they needed to speak about, Louise wanted to turn the conversation to Claire’s current state of mind, a safe-guarding sort of conversation. The minute that Louise tried to do this, Claire repelled the opening lines “Let’s not be so serious Louise! It’s finally me and you chatting and giggling privately the way only you and I could. None of the others around to draw the conversation back to babies, lending base rates, snoring husbands, rude mother-in-laws, and the like. Come on, let’s join the boys at the pool table!”. Before Louise could object, Claire was collecting her bag and leaving the dining area, walking into the games area of the Sports Bar “Hello boys, ready to be joined by a couple of Hustlers?” Dave, who appeared to be the leader of the group had just finished taking his shot, setting himself up for a run of shots that would likely win him the game he was playing at the time. He stood up from the table and walked towards Claire offering just a warm ‘Hello’ but Claire kept walking forward and embraced him affectionately and air-kissed his cheek. “This is Louise, she and I were in college together and we’re having one of our ‘catch ups’. Dave received the introduction with the right amount of warmth, “Hi Louise, nice to meet you. Let me introduce you to the guys” he went about the pool area pointing to each of the lads as he spoke their name, each of them replying with polite respectfulness. As men in their early twenties they clearly had been nurtured in a way which afforded them the sense to show a woman fifteen years their elder the kind of respect she merited. The guys were an interesting mix of young British academic and sporting talent.

He firstly introduced Andrew, who was Dave’s opponent in this game of pool, and Louise sensed that he was Dave’s opponent in life also. The current deputy caption of the first XV, deputy to Dave of course, Andrew was a bit out there. He had a tribal tattoo on his left shoulder that came down to his elbow, his hair was dressed in long upward spikes which suited him. He looked the roughest of the guys, but when he spoke his ‘Hello’ Louise saw a softer young man on display.
Around the table, and possibly introduced by Dave in some order of rank or authority was Chris, a very smart and mature looking dark haired chap in his final year of study. Chris possessed a good sportsman’s frame and had an air of intelligence about him, regularly checking the News Channel that was showing on one of several televisions, the remainder showing music videos or sports. Next Dave introduced Ben, Chris’ younger brother that was obvious to everyone. Ben was less serious than his older brother, and younger by two years he possessed a cockiness that younger siblings need in order to remove themselves from the shadow of the elder. Lastly was Ollie, the same age as Ben and very quiet, shorter than the other guys but very stocky. Ollie leaned against the sill of a blind covered window, and held a bottle of beer in one hand while he held his mobile phone to his ear with the other. He nodded a ‘Hello’ to Louise in response to the introduction, while chatting to his sister who was having a tough time of it doing her A Levels. All in all, these were a nice group of lads and Louise felt no reason to be concerned for her safety while in their company. Indeed, given the stories that Claire had recounted earlier, she wondered which of these guys was more at risk from Claire!
Dave enforced his authority, but in a generous way “Right, let’s finish off this frame, then its two teams; Claire, Andrew and Olli versus Louise, Ben and Chris. I’ll be ref’ to ensure all is in order, and more importantly, that drinks are maintained” In the time it took him to say the words he’d potted two more balls, and was about to sink the black and beat Andrew in the frame. He sunk the black and paid no attention to the fact that he’d one. “Andrew, rack-em-up. I’ll get another round of beers for the boys, girls, are you staying with wine or would you like something else?” Louise felt instantly warm to David, the way he took control yet conceded his involvement in the game, it showed humility. “I’ll have a cider, a fruity one please, Passion fruit” Claire called out that she’d have the same.

With the table set, Claire stepped forward on behalf of her team and broke, splitting the balls about the table only to see the queue ball sink into a corner pocket. “Louise, you’re up for us!” Chris directed offering her one of the spare que’s. “I’m not much of a player, so don’t expect too much of a performance” caveated Louise as she recovered the white ball from the dispensing hole and placing it in a position to give her a reasonable chance of potting a ball. “Red Ball” she said nominated the colour she was to attack and promptly sunk the target ball into the middle pocket before the ball rolled perfectly in line for another simple pot. Despite setting herself up nicely on the next ball Louise had to stretch a little more for the second shot, and perched on her heels she was aware that the fullness of her ass in the snugly fitting denim was on show. With several glasses of wine inside her and one pool ball safely deposited she felt slightly emblazoned before the watching eyes, as she took the second shot and again sunk the ball, this time the ball rolling on and sinking another ball of the same colour into the opposite pocket, raising a cheer from everyone around the table. “She was quite a player in college as I recall!” said Claire kindly about Louise’s performance. “I miss spent youth in a working class town you see” offered Louise by way of explanation. The next shot didn’t offer a ball to pot so Louise placed the white directly against the top cushion offering little by way of opportunity for the next player, Andrew, who looked puzzled infant of his mates as to how he might leave the table from this visit without embarrassment. Louise, in full confidence, strutted over to where Ben and Chris stood with their drinks and offered the que to either of them “Who’s turn next?” she enquired in a way which she knew offered them all the chance to giggle rudely. “Go ahead Ben” Chris nodded to his younger brother “Cheers b*o’” Ben acknowledged. As she stood next to your teammate, Chris questioned Louise on how she’d become so accomplished at pool. The conversation continued as the group played frame after frame of pool, all the time each one of the boys being respectful and generous to Claire and Louise.

It was exactly 10:45 when a waitress clearing glasses away spoke with Dave briefly and announced to him that the bar was to close at eleven. “Right guys, lets finish up here. They’ve called last orders” Claire really put on a show of disappointment, although Louise had to admit that she’d been having such a great time that she was a little disappointed at the news. Responding to Claire’s protestations Dave offered an olive branch “Look, if we drink up now, its a short walk to our house and there’s a convenience store two doors down from here where we can pick up a few bottles and carry on at our place” without consulting Louise, Claire had agreed “Well let’s do that” se said lifting her quarter glass of cider in salute before finishing the drink quickly and walking over to Louise. “Come on, Let’s buy a bottle of wine for us and a twelve pack of cans for the boys, poor students.” Claire hitched her forearm under Louise’s and walked her away from the table, forcing Louise to finish her drink and place it on the bar as they left the place.

Being several paces ahead of the boys, and having spotted the brightly lit Supermarket Express Outlet, Claire marched on a mission to ensure that they secured their bounty before the store closed at eleven o’clock. “What do you think of the boys?” Claire asked Louise, clearly working toward a declaration of interest on her particular favourite. Pretending not to take the bait, Louise worded a vanilla answer “They are really sweet, they’ve been great company tonight” she answered not wanting to lay a path that might be too smooth for Claire. Not that she heady objections to Claire having a bit of fun, but she didn’t want to have to walk back to the hotel alone. “I really fancy Dave, and I think he’s got a hard-on for me….. although I like the look of Andrew, a bit rough around the edges perhaps” The fresh air was getting to Claire and she was starting to sound a little leery, although Louise wasn’t judging Claire in anyway. The truth is, the boys were being total gentleman and Louise’s instincts were that she and Claire were a bit of fun for the boys, but she got no sense that any of the guys had designs on either of them. “What about you - which would you like to have a bit of fun with?” Claire poked her words at Louise a little too sharply for her liking “Too be honest, I think they are a little young for both of us, and they are just being nice guys” Louise answered with all sincerity “Well…… you’re right and you’re wrong there. Let me let you in on a secret. Dave and Andrew aren’t totally unknown to me if you hadn’t worked that out. They’re on one of the sex websites I use, and they list themselves together as two straight men offering threesome to females. I’ve been trying to arrange a meet up so that I can have them both” Louise’s heart sank a little, she felt a bit betrayed, wishing that Claire would have had the courage to tell her this at the bar, and that Louise could have kissed her goodbye’s there and then and gone back to the hotel room. “Claire!! Well what am I supposed to do when you are off to bed with those two?” Louise said, moderating her opposition so that Claire wouldn’t feel judged but letting her know that this turn of events put Louise in a bit of a position. “Come and have one drink at the boys house. You’ve met Ben, Chris and Oli, they are lovely. They’ll walk you back to the hotel” Louise knew that Claire’s assessment of the situation was a fair one, and one of the boys would do the right thing, but she didn’t want to put them out like that, alternatively, she didn’t want to offend Claire or bring her down from the high she was on. “One drink Claire, the rest of the bottle is yours, because I’m off to the hotel after that” The boys had caught up with them now as they reached the store entrance. “Dave, you come with me. A bottle of wine for Louise and I and I’ll treat you boys to a twelve pack of beers. The rest of you might as well go on” Claire announced proudly, seemingly having made her selection of Dave over Andrew.

“We’re only across the road Louise, its the corner one with the light on. When you’re ready to head back, one of us will walk you back to the hotel” Ollie said gently and reassuringly. “Thanks Ollie, I’ll only have one drink and then you can watch me get to the hotel entrance from the door” There was a pedestrian crossing that led from the business park where the store, bar and hotel was located to virtually the front door of the boys house. “This is Ben and Chris’ parent’s house. They bought it as an investment for the time that the boys are in college. They fully refurbished it on the condition that we keep it really well and don’t have too many parties” Ollie spoke as he put key in the door and opened the door to a very clean and modern end of terrace house. The boys each took off their shoes on entering, something which Louise found funny. The passage way led pasta ground floor room which was now a bedroom to a very large communal lounge, off which was a large modern kitchen and dining area, of a standard that would not looked out of place in a brand new mid range house. In the lounge were two very long black leather sofas facing each other, each long enough to sit four or five people. There was a gap of about five feet between the sofa’s an at they stopped two or three feet short of the lounge wall were there was a nice gas fire place over which was a large television which was hitched up to an adjacent entertainment system.

Chris went over to an iMac in the aperture in the wall between the lounge and the kitchen and logged on to the machine. The LCD television above the fireplace came to life and music started playing and an elaborate luminescent screen saver appeared on the screen. Ben lit the fire and the lounge instantly became homely and inviting. Chris opened the fridge and started throwing small bottles of water to Oli and two to Ben “One for you Ollie, Two for you Ben, pass one to our guest please” Louise felt completely at ease with these guys and it was only then she realised that there was no Andrew. “Where’s Andrew?” Louise asked nobody in particular. The boys smiled amongst themselves but it was Ben, now sat next to Louise who offered an answer “He hung back with Claire and Dave at the store. They won’t be long, don’t worry, they’ll look after her” he offered assurance. Again, Ben, Chris and Ollie shared a knowing smile. Louise shared that smile also but went a little further “My concern was for them in the hands of my friend Claire” Louise said only half jokingly. “I wouldn’t worry about those two Louise, they can be….. a bit hardcore” said Chris confidently and picking his words with deliberate inference. “I heard that about them, they might have bitted off more than they can chew with my mate though” Louise replied with an air of touché.

Before any of the boys could press Louise more on the matter, a key could be heard in the front door, before its opening heralded a noisy entrance on the part of Claire, Dave and Andrew. Chris responded by finding two smart wine glasses in the kitchen and placed them on the work surface ready for filling. Claire admired the Lounge as the two other boys removed their shoes, Claire taking no notice that everyone but her had done the same. “This is very nice, not like our place when we were in college, Hey Louise?” More of a statement, Louise chose not to answer.

Claire was now in the Kitchen making more complements about the fit out and the cleanliness as she opened the wine and poured two glasses quite full before tucking the bottle under her arm, collecting the two rather full vessels and walking into the lounge to join Louise. As she handed one to Louise, sat exactly halfway down one sofa, the boys were distributing the cans to each other, Ollie declined his, offering up his water as his preferred alternative. As Claire plonked herself directly opposite Louise on the second sofa and placed the wine bottle between them, Louise noticed that the room was suddenly filled with Claire’s perfume. Dave and Andrew took the spaces either side of Claire and as they sat down, Louise noted a trace of Claire’s lipstick on Dave’s lips. She looked to Andrew mouth a considered that there might be the same, but was less sure. Ollie was already Sat to Louise’s left, nearest the fire and Chris sat to Louise’s right leaving no obvious room for Ben who said “I’d better take the role of Bar Man and DJ then!” as he escorted his beer can to the kitchen and started addressing the iMac. The music thus far had been quite moderate and suited the mood “Put something a bit lively on Ben!” shouted Claire acting as if she was annoyed at the current passive pace of the selection playing presently. “Use my #1 playlist Ben!” Dave followed on and Ben dutifully agreed. The screen above the fireplace switched to black suddenly and then sprung back to life, this time a pale pink colour filled the screen. In yellow letters the word “BEWARE” was spelt out before it was replace with “GOLD-DIGGER” and the video for ‘Gold-Digger’ by Kanye West started playing. It instantly caught Claire’s attention. She’d never seen the video and was transfixed by the images that were sexual in nature, showing lots of buxom, beautiful black women in burlesque underwear. “That’s a bit strong in front of Louise and Claire?” Chris said by way of a statement rather than a question. With no response from the transfixed Claire Louise answered, “I’ve seen the video before, and it’s fine. I think Claire’s seen worse than this although judging by the look on her face, not for sometime” the boys laughed at Louise’s observation and although Claire heard it, she wasn’t about to take her eyes of the screen. Finally she responded “I’ve loved this song since it was out, but I’ve never seen the video. It not porn, its sexier than porn” she said with what was probably a fair observation. “Depends what porn you are watching nowadays Claire” Andrew said challenging Claire to be yet more risqué with her next comment. “Well, I moved on from Emanuel some years ago Andrew. I’ve become quite a connoisseur on the subject in the last two years as I’ve rediscovered my womanhood”. Ollie, Ben and Chris said nothing, as did Louise but Dave picked up on the open ended comment without delay. “So where do you go for your porn and what are your preferred genres Claire?” For once Claire took her eyes from the screen that was still playing the video that had caused them to embark on this particular conversation. She turned to Dave and looked him in the eye with a deliberate sense of challenging “All the usual internet porn websites. I don’t buy DVD’s anymore. I like the Group Sex, the Threesomes and the Gangbang films. Anything where I can see fucking, sucking and coming” Claire over pronounced the words ‘fucking’, ‘sucking’ and ‘coming’ delivering them in Dave’s face with conviction and daring. It was Andrew’s turn to dare her further forward with her explanation “There’s clearly a theme there Claire, why do you think you like those categories, and those elements?”

Something came over Claire, a determination and resilience. She handed her wineglass to Dave and then turned her body to Andrew and, with her face less than two inches from his face said “Because fucking, sucking and coming is what I like to do” and she leaned in and kissed Andrew full on the mouth. The room fell silent but for the music as Claire and Andrew kissed, each of them building in speed. Claire’s hand, originally placed on Andrew’s face fell to his groin and she started to rub the inside of his thigh. With all eyes fixed on the kissing pair, only Louise saw Dave unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans in preparedness before he reached one hand over to Claire’s nearest leg and encouraged her legs apart. As her legs parted, the momentum seemed to turn Claire’s upper body such that she pulled out of her kiss with Andrew, and she sat back, legs apart, eyes closed and head rest back such that she was nearing facing the ceiling. She was presenting herself to Dave and Andrew in a clear invitation for them to consume her, in front of the rest of the people in the room. Dave and Andrew moved in, Dave placing a hand on her cheek and pulling her to kiss him while Andrew undid his own belt and jeans as Dave had done, before moving his face to the nearest of Claire’s breasts, kissing and nuzzling it through her light woollen sweater. Claire’s breath was rising and Dave mouth his mouth from hers as his and Andrew’s hands met at the crotch of Claire’s black jeans, causing her to cry out in utter ecstasy.

Louise had seen this coming, but had thought that Claire would have taken her plaything or things to one of the bedrooms. She’d not been quite prepared for some a brazen display of her new found sexual confidence. She wondered if Claire was trying to shock Louise thinking that she’d never have seen the likes of this display? She was wrong. Perhaps she was trying to initiate Louise into this swinging subculture thinking she’d not have been involved before? She was wrong. Louise had been to these places and beyond. Threesomes with two men, threesome with a woman and a man, foursomes, girl on girl, sex clubs, exhibitionism she’d seen and done it all long before the train had pulled into Claire’s station. As she sat opposite Claire, watching her old ally enjoy the pleasures of the attention of two men, she felt that she wanted to observe Claire, but wasn’t absolutely sure that she wanted to be part of it. If Claire’s intention had been to put on a girl-on-girl show for the boys, this wasn’t going to happen. Louise enjoyed going with other girls but would never blur the lines of a long-standing friendship for anyone’s titivation. As she sat there, she considered Dave and Andrew to be Claire’s acquisitions, and was reaching the conclusion that she’d only consume them with her eyes rather than her mouth, pussy or ass.

Andrew took his face from Claire’s tits and encouraged her to lift her arms above her head, before lifting the golden, glittering woollen top over her head, to reveal a rather nice black satin bra which supported her ample cleavage. To be fair, Claire looked good in her black bra, black skinny jeans and black leather heels. Although, as a medium sized girl Claire had that ‘ample’ sort of figure, she cut a shapely and feminine shape as the two guys slide their hands over her midrift, shoulders and other exposed flesh. As Andrew slid one hand behind Claire’s back and took both her tits in his hands, Dave went to work on her jeans, unbuttoning the waist and then sliding them down to her knees, Claire lifting her ass from the sofa to aid him. She kicked her heels off, and let Dave remove the jeans the rest of the way down her legs before she somehow found her shoes again with her feet and wiggled her feet in them “I need my heels on to give me the look I like when I’m fucking two men” she said to nobody in particular, and nobody commented as she turned over on her knees to face Andrew and commence kissing him while she tackled the removal of his jeans and underwear. Lifting his ass off the sofa and pushing off his trainers, Andrew did all he could to assist Claire in her endeavours, and as soon as his jeans were about his ankles, Claire’s mouth left Andrew’s lips and she kissed her way downwards to his waiting hard cock. Holding his prick in one hand she didn’t, as all expected, allow her mouth to engulf it in one go. Instead she held her trophy upright and turned her head so that Louise, Ollie, Chris and Ben could she her head between his cock and his stomach. She let her mouth slide up and down the shaft of the member without taking its girth in her mouth. Andrew let out a moan as he looked down at her clever attention, feeling the gentle caress of her fingers on his ball sack as she kissed his cock length, causing a large amount of pre-cum to appear like a widow’s tear in the eye of his cock.

The sight of the pre-cum would be an issue for Louise. Whether she was doing the sucking, watching a porn film, watching a couple fuck in a club, the first sight of pre-cum on the tip of a man’s cock made moisture appear instantly between her own cunt lips. In her early teens, she’d spent warm summer nights in secluded spots in what should have been locked up school grounds. She’d kiss a boy who’d pursued her and her best friend, she’d allow him to squeeze her newly formed tits, he’d reach inside her jeans and feel her then dry crease and make amateur attempts to insert dry fingers, to no avail. Then on an holiday, a more skilled slightly older boy would pull his cock from his jeans before trying to finger young Louise. He took her hand and placed it in his cock, allowing her to feel the power she held over him, her heart would race, her confidence would grow and she’d start her wanking action. She look down and see the wetness and be fascinated by it, she hear the clicking of the stickiness against her fingers and be aroused by the sound. Her curiosity would drive her to touch the hot wet head of the cock “Grip Harder” her guide would whisper and she’d comply. Sliding her hand to the cock head, she saw for the first time the obvious product of her own sexuality and clear, pure lust for her appeared in a physical form in the embodiment of pre-cum. The sheer sight of it had made her entire cunt buzz and ache, and she was driven to lightly run her thumb of the symmetrical bead. “Taste it. Taste me….” he had whispered to her, and she made no hesitation in licking her thumb. ‘Cock. My new favourite taste’ she thought to herself, and within the same night she would have got fingered, sucked, licked and fucked all for the first time. Tipped over the edge by a pearl of moisture that appeared in the small indent at the top of a man’s cock. It had never failed to affect her ever since.

“Lick that!” Louise commanded Claire quite involuntarily. Everyone in the room looked at Louise, but she felt no embarrassment “Lick the pre-cum….. off his cock, before disappears” Claire’s concentration was only lost for a moment by the interruption, and without further delay she licked the solution from the top of Andrew’s cock before fully empaling her mouth on his prick. Claire was good at giving blow jobs, she was spectacular to watch, twisting her head and wrist in opposite directions and sucking hard on the flesh to create an erotic slurping noise made yet louder by her deliberate over production of saliva. As Claire set about Andrew’s prick Dave positioned himself behind Claire now on all fours on the sofa. Dave was pulling the semi transparent rear panel of her panties aside and exposing her round and generous ass, which in her current position, permitted him unfettered access to the open crease between her ass cheeks. His tongue went directly to her ass hole while her reached beneath her and found her clitoris with his fingers. Claire moaned as Dave’s narrow tongue first encircled her anus, and then with the aperture suitably lubricated, he pressed his tongue into her ass. Was it his tongue in her ass or his fingers on her clit that made Claire cry out in such delight? Whichever it was, Claire’s deep tonal moaning, caused vibrations through Andrew’s shaft of flesh which he greeted with approval “Yeeessss - fucking do that again to her. She loved that. Didn’t you Claire? You liked what Dave just gave you!” Claire didn’t answer she just set about sucking harder and deeper on Andrew.

As Louise watched on, she could recall each and every one of her threesomes, and she could sense the feeling of a cock in her mouth and a tongue in her ass. As she thought more about the sensation she felt a trickle of warm moisture between her pussy lips, and that strong urge to squeeze her thighs together, and push her hand firmly between her legs at the crotch. Her nipples were firm and erect now and her heart was beating harshly, such that she could hear her own pulse in her ears. She noticed Ben entering the lounge from the Kitchen area and noted that he'd undone his jeans and was massa