My best friend, Carl, and I had started university together this Autumn. Different courses, but at the same place. We were rooming together in halls just off campus. Coincidentally, or not, his girlfriend: Jess, and one of her friends: Abby, had also started at the same uni and were sharing a flat in a student house about fifteen minutes away from us.

Before moving down here, I had met Jess on a few occasions, but Carl had a thing where he liked to keep his “associates” in discrete groups, so I never really got to know her. Since moving down here, we’d all spent time together, and I got to know her better; reforming my comment of her as an uptight bimbo who was using Carl for something, to a nice and genuine caring girlfriend of my best friend.

Carl was the odd one out of our assortment. I didn’t, at first, know why Jess was with him and Jess had similar feelings towards his and my friendship. I think this was partially driven by how different we all seemed to be.

Carl was around “average” in many methods. He was slightly taller than average, had an average physique where he wasn’t fat and wasn’t skinny, but wasn’t exactly lean or muscular either. He has shaggy jet-black hair that often hung un-styled over his eyes. He wore the same clothes he’d been wearing since he was fifteen which were often slightly too big or too small for him, or just generally didn’t suit him. Objectively, he could be handsome if he put in a bit of effort, he was prone to growing nice stubble that accented his face well and his brown eyes were “cute” according to Jess. He was into nerd stuff. More than just the mainstream stuff like Marvel and all, but had a bunch of extremely complicated board games and could quote esoteric passages of old books that I could never see the relevancy in.

I, on the other hand, was pretty different. I was taller than him by about a head, but I was naturally broad and spent time exercising and watching what I ate, so I filled out rather than looking gangly. Abby and Jess had both teased me about how much I spent on clothes, or how long I took to get ready, calling me an “honorary member of their gang”. Basically, I made an effort on my appearance.

I had short ashy hair that could be considered blond in certain lights but was mainly brown. Styled, of course. My eyes were somewhere between green and blue. My jawline was “strong” and generally kept shaved, although sometimes a little stubble suited me.

So, you can see the juxtaposition.

Jess, again in contrast to Carl, was Hot. I mean that she was fit and “fit”. She almost perpetually had bleach blonde, or sometimes platinum, hair with dark roots that was styled to perfectly compliment whatever she was wearing. Her eyes were ice blue below perfectly styled dark brown eyebrows. I don’t think I’d ever seen her without make-up on, but I have a feeling she used it simply to highlight her features rather than to hide anything. I had stayed the night at her flat a few times, and even first thing in the morning, with a raging hangover, she looked as if she had been down to the salon before getting up.

As I mentioned, she was fit. But her most noticeable assets were the sizeable pair on her chest. She clearly knew it too, as she wasn’t afraid to wear clothes that showed them off an almost scandalous amount. Even her gym clothes seemed to walk the line between showing off and being keeping things secure.

When Jess and Carl were together, people often assumed he was her cousin or something and were absolutely floored when it was revealed that he was her boyfriend.

On the first week down here, there was a party at Jess and Abby’s place, where I met Abby, got into a stupid fight, and then slept with Abby. From that, our friendship was born.

Abby was similar to Jess in some methods. They were both Free and confident and liked to have fun (who doesn’t?), but Abby was less reigned-in than Jess. She enjoyed being single and made sure I knew that.

She was fitter than Jess. There was an element of competitiveness between them, and I had picked up that Abby was jealous of Jess’s breasts, and I assumed that’s one of the reasons she kept herself in top condition. Her body was toned just enough so that it was firm, but not enough where gym bros were getting jealous of her gains. While her breasts were small, they were firm and perky and complemented her narrow waist and flat stomach. Oh, and she had the most phenomenal bottom I’ve ever seen; full and round and firm and stretched most of her trousers to the limits.

She had skin the colour of caramel, with kinky hair that was at all times dyed in fantastic colours with her dark brown roots peeking through. Her eyes were somewhere between brown and green, depending on the light.

***

Following the party where I met Abby, the next few months of uni took a bit of getting used to in some methods.

It was weird having to distribute a room with someone else. I’m not even sure how we managed to get into this situation when pretty much every other student seemed to be in a shared flat, or at a minimum, their own room. Carl and I happened to see a lot more of each other than we needed to, especially when I happened to bring home girls after a night of drinking.

I wouldn’t have minded if he had brought Jess over, but he was content to go over to her place when they needed time alone. Which was fair, I suppose. At least she had her own room.

We would go over there a lot. It was much more spacious than our place and while Carl and Jess were a couple, Abby and I had struck up a kind of fuckbuddy relationship. We quickly became good friends: going out, hitting the gym and generally just spending time together. We would sleep together occasionally, but then we’d also help each other pick people up while out. There was no jealousy between us, except when I found out she could swing both methods and was good at convincing the girls I had my eye on that they might too.

The first half term break passed quickly. Drinking, partying, and general debauchery, with a small amount of studying sprinkled in. The Christmas break came and went in a flash; with the four of us travelling back home together for a week, before coming back down to the coast and having a week solid of Christmas and New Year parties ahead of returning to our studies; having completely forgotten everything we had learned so far. Or maybe that was just me.

The last day of term after Christmas flew by; I only had a single lecture, and it was first thing in the morning, leaving me Free for the rest of the day. Carl had a full day, and I couldn’t be bothered to wait around all afternoon for him before celebrating the week of freedom, so I started the walk home for a rare bit of alone time.

“Oi, Sam!” Someone called from behind me.

I turned to see Abby jogging over towards me.

“Alright, Abs,” I said, knowing she hated that name.

She scowled, “Fuck off with that ‘Abs’ shit. You done for the day?”

“Yeah. I’m Free for the week now!” I replied, mustering the most excessive grin I could.

“Do you want to come back to mine? I’m not going to my lab later as the knobhead doesn’t ever show up. So, my flat’s Free until Jess gets back,” she asked.

A pang of grief flashed through my mind that I wouldn’t be able to go home for a quick wank on my own. But this was quickly quelled by the potential of doing it with Abby instead.

“Fuck yeah, sounds good,” I agreed.

Her place was about a fifteen-minute walk, and we popped into a corner shop on the way to acquire a large bottle of vodka.

“You’re not planning on getting me drunk, are you?” I laughed.

“Nah, I don’t need to,” she smirked. “You’re already easy.”

“You wound me,” I pouted. “What’s it for then?”

“A girl never knows when she might need a bottle of booze,” she shrugged.

When we got to her place, she wasted no time in pulling me into a kiss and slamming me through her bathroom door.

“I need to get fucked, and I need to get clean, so let’s go,” she said between kisses.

Her bathroom contained a large square bath that looked bigger than standard but wasn’t like a jacuzzi or anything. It was recessed into the wall at the end of the room, with a fixed Shower head and glass panel on one side letting it be used as a Shower.

As we fumbled at each other’s clothes, she turned the Shower on behind her, causing the room to immediately start filling with steam in the February cold.

She pulled away from me and made a noise of disgust, “Take your own bloody belt off and get in here with me.”

She had the remainder of her clothes off by the time I finished fumbling with my belt and had stepped into the Shower.

Water cascaded down over her naked body, steam rising from it as if she was so Hot that the water was evaporating from contact with her. The sight caused my dick to swell, making the removal of my trousers even more difficult.

“Are you going to join me or not?” Abby called over to me, a note of frustration in her voice.

“Sorry that you’ve caused my own body to lock me in these clothes,” I joked back at her, finally getting the last item of clothing off.

“I’m going to be finished by the time you’re here,” she sighed with a mock pout.

As I stepped over the side of the bathtub, Abby turned towards me and I saw that she had started already; one of her hands was rapidly gyrating between her legs, causing her to squirm.

“Damn, what’s come over you?” I asked, surprised at her boldness.

“I told you. I need to get fucked…” she said breathily.

The water ran down her body in rivulets between her breasts, down past her toned stomach to flow off in bursts where her hand was working below her almost bare pelvis. I stepped forward to kiss her, but she grabbed me by the hips and pushed me under the stream of the water.

She continued playing with herself; her sighs now audible moans, as she grabbed my cock with her other hand. She began stroking it up and down, causing Hot water to fly from it in sprays with each motion.

“Come on,” she urged, turning to grab one of the metal handholds on the wall.

“No condom?” I replied, a moment of sanity breaking through.

“I’m on the injection,” she looked over her shoulder at me with a look of disapproval. “And it’s me, for fuck’s sake.”

I, stupidly, didn’t need any more reassurances than that. I moved to grab her by the hips, and she bent over and lifted one leg onto the side of the bath. I noticed her fingers still dancing around her clit as I directed my cock towards her.

The water from the Shower was flowing over both of us now, splashing off me and landing on the parts of her closest to me. Her thick bum cheeks were glistening with steamy water now, making me get harder just from looking.

I pressed my cock against her opening, and it slid in with little resistance.

“Oh fuck!” Abby cried. “Fuck me!”

I obliged, grabbing her hips, and bucking my own. The feeling was amazing; I hadn’t fucked her without a condom before and it was a whole new experience. My entire cock tingled with pleasure as it sunk into her. I was surprised it went in so easily, but II put it down to her being so obscenely turned on.

Water streamed down from me and onto her with each thrust, cascading out from where it got caught between us as our bodies pressed together.

Within minutes, Abby’s restraint had gone, and she moaned with wild abandon.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “Don’t fucking stop. Keep fucking me! Fuck me! Harder!”

I grabbed one of the handholds for balance and held her tight with my other hand, enjoying the way it sunk into the soft wet flesh of her bum.

I felt her Pussy clamping down tightly on me as she came, sending shocks of pleasure through me as the Hot water coursed off our bodies.

She threw her head back and almost screamed, her breasts bouncing up and down with the force of it.

I couldn’t hold back anymore either. I continued pumping my cock in and out of her, the sensations overwhelming. Slamming in and out of her.

“No-not i-i-inside!” She panted as she came down from her high, trying to pull away from me.

I gripped her hip tightly, preventing her from escaping my clutches. I was too close myself to stop now. I wanted to bury my dick in her.

My Orgasm hit me like a train. I tensed up and gave an animalistic cry as I felt my cum explode from my cock deep within her.

“Oh god!” Abby exclaimed as she must have felt it twitching inside of her.

I slowly thrust a few more times before letting go of her and leaning against the wall, the torrent of water pouring over me.

Abby sighed, slumping forward, before turning to face me. She stepped towards me and wrapped her arms around me, leaning on me under the Shower. I felt her heart hammering against her chest as she took several deep breaths.

“Fuck. I needed that,” she said eventually.

“Apparently, so did I…” I replied, almost embarrassed at the speed which it was over with. “What came over you?”

She smirked, looking up at me, “Not you, big guy.”

I laughed.

“I told you to pull out!” She exclaimed, still smiling though.

“I was too close!” I protested.

“I was going to finish you off myself. Now I’m full up with your jizz,” she made a sour face.

“Have you ever tried to get cum off with Hot water? I did you a favour,” I smirked.

“Okay, well. I’m done with you, get out now!”

“Really?”

She laughed, crinkling her nose and eyes into a gorgeous smile.

***

As we were getting dressed again after, I picked up a bra and handed it to her, and she looked at me dumbfounded.

“You really think that’s mine?” She asked, eyebrow arched dangerously.

“Huh? Well, it’s not mine.” I responded.

“What size do you think I am?” She questioned; her voice raised.

“Like five foot four?”

She rubbed her eyes with a hand, and I couldn’t tell whether she was laughing or despairing. Then she raised the bra to her face. It totally eclipsed it.

“Oh,” I said, realisation dawning.

“Yes. Oh.”

“Well, I didn’t expect a random bra to be in your pile of clothes…” I protested quietly.

“For future reference, this is what my bras look like,” she said, face stern; a smaller, more intricate bra held out.

Compared to the one in her other hand, it was like a toy. It could easily be folded up to fit in a single cup on the larger one. While it was smaller, though, it was lacier and had an intricate pattern on it, whereas the larger one was almost plain.

We left the bathroom and sat down in their living room with some drinks. Abby had succumbed to the lure of the big vodka and had mixed it with some lemonade. She turned some music on, and we sat in comfortable silence for a while.

“So, what brought that on?” I asked, again, eventually.

She grimaced and took another sip of her drink before looking at me.

“It’s stupid,” she began. “Carl’s been over a lot recently. So, him and Jess have been banging all the time. Usually, I’d be fine with that… You know, put some headphones on or something to drown it out. But I haven’t fucked all week and they were doing it right before I had to leave this morning and I’ve been pent up all day!”

I laughed. It was more than I needed to know about Carl, but I was happy for him.

“In short, you were turned on by being a voyeur?” I teased her.

She pouted, “No! I told you! I was pent up and they were flaunting it in my face!”

“Right, of course,” I smirked at her. “Didn’t know he had it in him.”

“I think you’ll find she was the one who had it in her,” Abby replied with a perfectly flat expression.

One look at her face, combined with that terrible joke was enough to make me burst out laughing.

“Why are you two friends anyway?” She asked as I wiped the tears from my eyes. “I’m sure I’ve asked before, but you’re so different.”

“We grew up together. We’re like brothers,” I shrugged.

“Nah, I want more than that please.”

“What, you want a biography? Why are you so interested?”

“Because he has this weird magnetism! I don’t get it!” Abby huffed. “Jess was… She’s different around him and I don’t know if I resent that. She’s clearly happy, but she used to be more… More… Adventurous and fun when we went out. She would flirt with guys like you and have her fun and then throw them away if they were no good.”

I grimaced. But she carried on unmindful.

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s still my best friend and an absolute banger, but I don’t even know why she gave him a second glance. And, to add to the mystery, there’s you. The exact type of guy built for us to use and abuse, and you’re his best mate.”

She sighed and shook her head as if thoroughly confused.

“Yeah. I found it weird that Jess was with Carl at first. I was expecting a librarian or something when he told me he had met someone,” I began, before taking a breath. “Alright, well here you go.”

Abby poured herself another glass, then sat back on the sofa, her legs curled under her. She gestured for me to go on.

“Me and Carl were neighbours as kids. We grew up playing in the street together every day, then we’d spend weekends at each other’s houses playing Xbox or whatever. We had other friends, obviously, so it wasn’t just us, but because we were literally right next to each other then we’d confide in each other,” I took a sip of the weak vodka and lemonade that had been pressed into my hands. “When he fancied his first girl, I tried to set them up together. When she wanted to be my girlfriend, I would have her round all the time so they could spend time together-“

“You dickhead!” Abby interrupted, her face a mix of humour and surprise. “Are you taking the piss?”

“No?” I responded and her face screwed up. “Want me to go on?”

She nodded, her expression unchanging.

“So, that sort of thing really. We would just spend all of our Free time together. He’d help me with my homework, and I’d help him with other things,” I shrugged.

“Okay, so why are you so different now?” Abby asked.

“Are we so different? Yeah, he’s so much fucking cleverer than me and he spends less effort on his looks than I do, but we still spend a lot of nights playing games until the early hours, and we still hang around with the same, or mostly the same, friends when going back home.”

“I don’t buy it,” Abby shook her head. “If you’re so close then why are you different in those ways? How did you get this body, but he didn’t? Surely you would both be influenced by the same environmental factors.”

“What course did you say you’re doing again?” I laughed at her.

“Shut up. I just don’t understand,” she smiled ruefully.

“Just get to know him a bit more. You’ll see what he’s like,” I smiled back.

***

We continued drinking for a few hours before it became apparent that it was barely late afternoon, and we were both trashed.

“Shit! I think Jessica’s class is over… She’ll be back soon,” Abby slurred.

“And?” I asked.

Her response was a lewd gesture with her hand and cheek that caused me to snort with laughter, causing her to laugh in turn.

“Jessica?” I questioned. I hadn’t heard her called by her full forename before. “Darling Jessica shall be returning forthwith.”

My posh accent was terrible, but still caused Abby to burst out laughing.

“And if darling Jessica is playing with something that large, then I am surprised she’s even taking breaks to go to class,” I chuckled, mimicking the motion Abby had just done.

She suddenly stopped laughing and looked serious.

“You haven’t seen?” She asked.

“What?” I responded, smile fading as I felt the jovial atmosphere evaporate.

“Carl?” She said, as if that explained anything. “Come on, you said you were practically brothers?”

“His knob?” I blurted out, then laughed.

Abby didn’t laugh; her expression stayed serious and wide-eyed, “Yes.”

“Huh?”

“Jess has seen my tits loads of times. I just thought you would have compared.”