1. 13. Liv and Xanthe Always Get What They Want, Part 1 of 2


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Liv would go to get what she wanted, let alone where we would end up. It was the Friday night. My flatmate had been gone just two hours, all of which I had spent in a super-long hot soak in the bath, hoping Liv might get bored and go out. In fact the only reason I came out of hiding was that her friend called and I heard her chatting and giggling on the phone. I thought yes she’s bound to go out, now, only to overhear: “He’s in the bath! I know is that a good sign or what! He’s scrubbing his truncheon for me as we speak! I know! I can’t wait!” So there I was with plan 'B', teaching Liv to skin-up, and we were both pretty stoned, bookending the massive sofa. We were covered in our duvets to 'neutralise the attraction between us' (Liv’s idea), though this was counterpointed somewhat by her sudden bomb-shell that she’d recently, 'had full sex with a girl.' I choked and coughed out a cloud of dopy smoke, much to Liv’s delight. She nodded brightly. “Yes it’s mad isn’t it? I’m not gay though. Is that weird?” This was her catchphrase as you might have guessed. A get-out clause for saying almost anything, though she never waited for an answer as it was only there to emphasis her specialness. She kicked her feet excitedly under her duvet and squeaked rather annoyingly, “And I LOVED it!” I passed her the spliff and shook my head. “Blimey. Am I allowed to know who with?” “Xanthe… you met her once at the union bar.” “Xanthe... oh her! Fuck, she’s gorgeous!” Liv frowned and pouted, one ...
    of the few girls I ever met who did honestly pout. “Of course she is! I’m not losing my girl-on-girl cherry to just anyone!” Xanthe was an art student who looked sweet and innocent. A voluptuous red-head, but was famously into everything, according to Liv. We had bought grass off her at that very bar in fact. I was going to ask Liv to introduce us properly and I must admit to feeling a little jealous. Of both of them. A sensation laced liberally with lust at the thought of those two beauties, together. Liv smirked at my transparency. “Fuck I would love to have seen that,” I said. I couldn’t help it, it just escaped with a puff of smoke. Liv cackled. “I bet!” She offered me the last toke, then frowned and stubbed out the spliff. We were silent, the stereo thumped out some old tune. “Go on then, ask me!” She bounced in her seat, wriggled and then tossed her jeans. “Eh?” “What we did? I know you’re imagining it, all the gory details…” I shrugged and she took this as a go-ahead because she launched into it. “Well. She invited me back to hers to use her shower after our dance class on Tuesday. She lives right next to the studio and we hate using the showers there because of all the lesbos. Ironic I know. Anyway she’s in there first and comes out wrapped in a towel and then goes ‘Oh… I’ve only got one towel do you mind sharing?’ and I say ‘cool’ and she takes it off!" “Wow, is this when the plumber arrived?” Liv kicked me. “Seriously though! Now that is an unusual situation, don’t ...
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