Part 1

“Look, it’s fine if you don’t want to – I just thought you’d be up for some fun, that’s all…” Laura looked at her friend with weary exasperation. “But if you don’t come, I don’t want to hear you whinging all weekend about how you felt left out.”

Claire sighed, trying to think how she could get across what she was truly feeling about all this.

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” She began, before trailing off.

“Then what? What is it, babe?” Laura shuffled her bum along the side of the bed, making her way closer to where Claire sat cross-legged near the headboard.

Claire took the opportunity to perv at her friend for a moment, watching eagerly the bouncing abundance so poorly constrained by the little vest Laura slept in. She was more than a bit obsessed with her roomie's boobs at the moment…

“C’mon, you can tell me.” Laura’s words pulled Claire back to the moment, as did the sparkly hazel eyes of her buxom partner, the gentle spray of light freckles across her nose, her plump lips just begging to be kissed…

“I… I’m just not sure – Won’t it be weird afterwards?” Her words sounded hollow, even to herself. Claire couldn’t bear to voice the truth about her feelings… Not yet.

“Well, maybe – but it’s not like we see him around all the time is it? I’m pretty sure he’s off for the  holidays after the final show on Saturday, anyway… It’ll be next year before we’ll bump into him again.” Laura’s pleading eyes make her heart beat faster. “Look, Claire – just think about it, OK? I’m gonna hop in the shower.” She scrubbed her fingers through short, platinum blonde hair. “Bloody glitter gets everywhere…” She muttered.

Claire slumped onto her side as she heard the shower running, reaching for the remote. The drone of daytime TV offered some small distraction, helping take her mind from thoughts of water running over Laura’s body – glistening rivers branching and merging around the peaks and valleys of her soft curves.

She groaned and sighed, pressing her knees together in a vain attempt to crush the desire building between her thighs. It was exhausting being this horny – she’d hoped last night might have acted as an outlet, released some pressure. But it had only made things worse…

Still - it had been an amazing night.

The promoter had gone all out decorating the club. Huge, shining silver stars hanging from the ceiling, glittering as spotlights wheeled around the writhing mass of bodies dancing below. Glitter had sparkled over everything, floating to fall on every surface, confetti cannons blasting shimmering clouds into air shuddering with heavy bass.

‘Snow Angels’ had been the theme, but appeared to be nothing more than a green light for everyone in the venue to wear as little as possible save for an obligatory pair of plastic wings on their back. Laura and Claire had been no exception, matching sliver bikini tops putting everything on show.

They’d made Laura’s tits look huge, almost enough to distract from her scandalously tight white leggings, which looked for all the world like they’d been poured over her big beautiful ass. Clinging deliciously to every crease and dip, they’d left nothing to the imagination – including any question of whether Laura had been wearing underwear…

At one point it felt like every dude in the club had made a pass at one or both of them – a constant parade of leering men. To be fair, some were hot, dancing close – brushing hands over Claire’s ass in skin-tight black capri pants. She’d enjoyed it… But after a while it got tiresome, Laura squealing when some sweating, pink-faced jock grabbed a handful of her plump rear - having the cheek to look offended when she’d slapped his hand away.

Security were over within seconds to smooth things over, but the girls elected to grab some drinks and hide out in a corner rather than risk any more drama. The ‘eggnog’ being served at the bar proving eye-wateringly strong – full of rough alcohol that had you gasping after each swallow. It was effective though, and soon both were howling with laughter at their impressions of the horny, preening blokes who’d presented themselves one by one earlier…

Happy sighs after each fit of giggles drew out into heated, pregnant pauses, eyes bright, lips parted. Their first kiss had been timid – Laura pulling away and laughing while she fanned herself. The kiss that followed had been slower, more needy... Then finally desperate, Claire grinding against her seat while being touched and teased by tentative fingers.

Each sensation was burned into her mind, tormenting her now while she listened to the moronic chatter of bored daytime chat hosts. Each tiny detail from last night looped over and over in her mind, stoking a needy ache throbbing hot between her legs.

Hearing the water shut off in the little bathroom next door only made things worse, her imagination running riot. It was almost as though she could see Laura through the wall -  stepping out from the tiled shower, gorgeous boobs swaying while she reached for her towel, wide areola tightening slowly as cool air rolled over steaming skin... Claire couldn’t stand it - quickly grabbing a pair of jeans and a hoodie, dragging on a pair of sneakers just as the door opened and the floral scent of Laura's freshly washed body rolled into their small room.

“I’m gonna get us some breakfast.” Claire murmured, focusing more than was necessary on tying her laces, avoiding the temptation to gaze at her gorgeous roommate.

“Oh, OK, thanks babe – can you get me one of those morning rolls I like?” Laura adjusted the small towel under her armpits, thick thighs briefly exposed.

“Sure… Yeah, see you in a bit.” Claire almost ran out, face red and heart pounding.

She couldn’t go on like this…

***

The wait in line at the on-campus Starbucks gave Claire a chance to reflect on Laura’s request earlier. Acting in the play together had been a wonderful experience, despite the tiny and inconsequential role she’d landed in the college’s theater production.

Meeting Laura had been a better outcome than she’d dared hoped for – only joining the amateur dramatics group to see if she could make a few new friends in her first semester at college. Never expecting to come away with a new friend and roommate. They’d first met at rehearsals, Laura’s character having a short scene with Claire’s – a short comedic interlude to the main plot. It wasn’t a great scene but they’d had fun with it, Laura’s extrovert nature helping Claire to embrace the physical comedy of the skit.

They’d continued to build on that energy each night they performed, their director Jordan beaming at the chuckles and titters from small but enthusiastic audiences. He’d watched their scene each night, eyes fixed on them both.

The first few nights, Claire had thought he was just being supportive, but it became apparent his interest came from something more than just professional pride.

Jordan was a younger member of the faculty, this winter's production only his third time in the director's chair, and he’d approached it with a fevered intensity. Still... Even that didn’t excuse the burning heat in his stare while he watched the two of them each night.

Part of the scene called for the two girls to play fight – wrestle each other for a few moments before being interrupted by one of the lead actors and scurrying off stage. Each performance, Laura would stage-slap Claire, grab her hair and pull her to the dusty stage before rolling on top of her. The two of them all too aware of Jordan’s heated gaze as they grunted and grappled, their limbs entwined…

Jordan had gone to Laura first, sounding out how she might feel about hooking up – whether they’d both be up for it... He was brazen, careless in the risk he was taking by propositioning two students. But brazen worked for Laura though, and she was more than happy to lead the man on. The fact he was tall and broad shouldered, slim and tanned with piercing green eyes, none of that hurt either…

Claire sighed when she got to the front of the Starbucks line, smiling and asking the barista for her usual, plus a morning roll and oatmilk latte for her friend. Watching the young man steam the milk for their drinks, she smiled at how Laura must think her a prude – passing up the opportunity for a threesome with a hot guy.

Nothing could be further from the truth… Claire would be more than happy to fuck Jordan.

The issue was how she felt about Laura...

Thanking the barista, she sipped at her drink and started off across the frosty quad back to their room. Claire’s crush on her roommate was all consuming – already making her pulse quicken at the thought of walking back into their cozy space, barely able to wait for another chance to snuggle up against the blonde in her bed.

This was the problem… If she went through with it, it would be impossible to hold back. She’d lavish attention on the body that had been driving her crazy for weeks, explore every part of her with kisses; stroke and tease until sighs became moans and then shrieks of joy.

Jordan would just be… peripheral. And Laura would know – there’d be no hiding the strength of her feelings.

And that would be the end...

Because Laura dated guys.

Sure, she’d kissed girls and experimented a bit, but as far as Claire knew it was just for fun – to titillate. Being in a same sex relationship just didn’t seem to feature as a possibility. Claire couldn’t bear the thought of losing her – one night of passion wasn’t worth it.

Better to pine and suffer than lose Laura altogether…

***

Their Friday night performance had gone well, audience on their feet cheering each of the leads as they jogged out from the wings to take their bow in front of the assembled cast. Laura’s beaming face made Claire's heart sing, the happiness dancing in her pretty hazel eyes captivating.

The production was so small that the cast had been staying back to help the backstage crew with clean up. One by one, they finished up and headed out for the evening. There was a group going out to the club in town – Claire waved them off, promising to meet up with them later.

Smiling at the buzz she still felt from the evening, she climbed the ladder up to the gantry to double check the props had been reset for tomorrow night’s final show. Ducking around the ropes and pullies, she carefully stepped along the narrow boards hoisted high above the stage.

From her lofty perch, she could see behind the curtain into the backstage area – scene furniture carefully arranged in order of planned set changes.

Claire grinned when she heard soft moans drifting up from among the clutter. It was pretty common to bump into a couple of cast and crew having some fun after the show. This would be the first time she’d been in a position to spy on anyone without fear of discovery, though… Biting her lip and enjoying the naughty thrill of impromptu voyeurism, Claire silently made her way closer to the source of the lusty groans.

One of the stage lamps had been left on, tilted towards an elegant padded chaise-lounge that served as a set piece for the love scene in the second act. A man was sat with a woman straddled over his thighs - Claire gave a start when she recognized the short blonde hair and gorgeous thick curves of her roommate, Laura’s sumptuous behind gently gyrating over Jordan’s lap. The director’s hands were holding the pale skin exposed above her thin black leggings, Laura’s top pulled up over her beautiful breasts while Jordan worshipped them. His lips laying kisses against the soft skin around her nipples before opening wide and sucking greedily.

Claire had to hold a hand over her mouth to avoid crying out when she heard a sensual groan of pleasure from her friend below – watching as Laura’s fingers curled into the mop of brown hair against her breasts, pressing the attentions of Jordan’s eager mouth in against the soft crush of her huge tits. Claire’s knees felt weak, and she lowered herself carefully until she was sat on the thin boards above the two lovers, leaning back against the railing behind and exhaling a shaky sigh while desire surged through her.

Jordan’s face finally lifted from her friend's stunning cleavage, kissing Laura’s collarbones and slender throat while she purred and rolled her hips against his arousal.

“Fuck…Your body’s amazing.” He murmured. “You two drive me crazy every night with your scene – you know that?”

“I know, baby… God, I love thinking about how hard you get watching us… Makes me so fucking wet…” Laura’s softly whispered reply was doing some pretty intense things to Claire’s body too – a dense heat building swiftly between her legs, tight leggings clinging around her plump, throbbing pussy where she was squatting in the small space above the two below.

“Did you tell her about my idea?” Jordan asked quietly, while continuing to lay kisses along Laura’s neck and shoulders, reaching round to knead that big, beautiful ass with wide hands, lifting and spreading juicy cheeks before driving his hips against her. Laura moaned with pleasure, Claire biting her lip and stifling a whimper at the thought of her roommate’s dripping cunt pressed tight against Jordan’s cock, desperate for the straining stitches of Laura’s yoga pants to split and fail, revealing all…

“Mmmm… That’s good, keep doing that...” The curvy blonde crooned against him before answering breathlessly. “Yeah, I asked her – but I think she’s gonna need a bit of persuasion, if you know what I mean.” Catching Jordan’s look of hurt confusion, Laura laughed and kissed him quickly.

“She just needs loosening up, that’s all – she thinks you’re hot – don’t worry. When she’s had a drink or two, I think she’ll be ready. I’ll make sure she has a good time at the afterparty tomorrow – she and I had some fun the other night… I think she’ll be up for more…”

Claire nearly cried out with joy - holding back a giggle that Laura’s worry was that it might be her who wouldn’t be up for the girl/girl stuff… How fucking ironic…

Laura was starting to breathe heavily, riding Jordan with purpose now, pushing the groaning man back into the plush seat while she ground her spread sex against him and clung to his neck for support.

“I can’t wait to see you stretch her pretty hole while she eats my pussy… Makes me…so…uhng….fucking horny…. God, I wish we could just fuck right here.”

Claire’s fingers trembled as she pushed them under the waistband of her leggings and into the mess in her panties. Suppressing a shuddering gasp of pure pleasure, she started to circle her pounding clit while she watched the two below rub against each other.

Laura’s hard panting filled her ears as Claire imagined that pretty pussy sliding back and forth over Jordan’s tight bulge – letting her thoughts turn to the image of her roommate’s juicy thighs spread wide in front of her face; the shrill cries of joy she'd pull from her roommate while Claire tongued every perfect fold of her sweet cunt…

The glimmers of her orgasm woke swiftly as she rubbed her clit, pressure building into a perfect ache from chest to knees that threatened to consume all the energy in her body – a towering wave rising within…. Panic flared bright in her fevered mind, cutting through the delicious thoughts of Laura’s pussy clenching softly around fingers and tongue… If Claire let loose, she’d be discovered – there was no way for her to cum this hard and not shriek her pleasure to the rafters….

She was saved by a commotion below, Laura’s curvy body shuddering and bucking as she cried out – cumming with a shrill scream of delight while her dense thighs and thick ass cramped over Jordan’s lap…

Claire took her moment, letting the release crash through her with incredible intensity – a squealing wail of joy barely muffled by the hand clamped over her clenched jaw. Bucking hips rocking her little platform while she whimpered and clamped her knees together to ride out the huge wave of lust thundering through her trembling body…

“Christ!” Jordan’s exclamation made Claire freeze, pulse hammering in her ears – sure she’d been discovered. “Fuck, that’s so hot – I love how you cum…” He growled, helping a panting Laura off his lap and leading her away by the hand. “I don’t care who’s still here – I can’t wait any longer, I’ve gotta have you…” Her dirty giggle faded into the wings as he pulled her towards the dressing rooms. 

Claire let out a shaking sigh, knees wobbling when she pushed off the gantry to stand. She had to hold the railing for a moment, feeling more than a little light headed. Taking her time coming down the ladder, she offered a silent prayer of thanks when she found the ground.

Opening her bag where she’d left it on a chair near the stage, she smiled at the message on her phone from Laura: “Don’t wait for me babe – Jordan’s asked to see me for a bit. Meet you at Spectres?”

Claire grinned and shook her head, seriously considering going back stage to knock on their dressing room door and invite herself to join the fun... As fun as that might be though, she was looking forward to the idea of Laura grooming her at the party tomorrow – no longer worried about a negative reaction from the object of her desires.

No, Claire would carry on with the pretense of playing hard to get – enjoy being hunted for a while... She'd have some fun in the club tonight, practice teasing... Grabbing her things, she headed out to find her cast mates in town.

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Hope you enjoyed the start to this new series - let me know what you think, feedback always welcome! Keep an eye out for part 2, which should be with you in a few days time :)