Staying with Aunt Cath Pt. 04

The number came up as 'Karen: Library girl.' Jenny answered it.

"Hi, it's Jenny."

"Jenny? It's Karen; from the library, a few Saturdays ago. How are you?"

"I'm okay," Jenny replied, "what's up?"

"Oh, well, I wasn't sure if you were going to call," Karen said, "so I thought I'd ring; you know, in case you'd lost my number."

Jenny smiled to herself;

"No," she said, "I haven't lost it." She could almost hear the tension at the other end; Karen was caught off-guard and didn't know how to react.

"Oh, okay, great," Karen said, "do you fancy meeting up for coffee sometime?" Jenny left a long pause before she answered.

"How about this morning?" Jenny said, keeping the older girl off balance.

"Um, yeah," Karen replied, "I can be in town in half an hour."

"Good," Jenny replied, looking at her watch. "Cafe Coho on Queens Road, by the station, at eleven."

"Great," Karen replied, "see you in half an hour." Jenny ended the call, leaving Karen looking at her phone. Jenny was pleased with herself; she had been in control of the situation the whole time and Karen was now on the back foot, rushing to get to the cafe, flustered because she'd had to call Jenny and unsure of herself because the situation had got away from her.

Jenny had been lying on her bed in her underwear and now put on a tight t-shirt and a short skirt, stepped into her trainers and was out the door in five minutes.

She walked along North St., up Queens Rd and got to the cafe in twenty minutes. She was five minutes early and found a table where she could see the door. Right on time, Karen walked in. She was wearing a grey hoodie and tight jeans and looked around for a few seconds before she spotted Jenny. She sat down at Jenny's table and smiled.

"Hello," Karen said. Jenny smiled at her.

"Hi," Jenny said, "coffee?"

"A skinny latte, please."

Jenny went to get two coffees and brought them back to the table.

"How have you been?" Karen asked. Jenny smiled to herself. They had hardly exchanged more than a dozen words during the only other time they'd met but Karen was acting as if they had been friends for years.

"Fine," Jenny said, "you?" Karen laughed;

"Sorry," she said, "I'm a bit nervous; this is all a bit strange."

Jenny relaxed and took pity on the older girl. She laughed;

"It is, isn't it?" Jenny said. "Okay; why did you think that flashing me was a good idea?"

"I don't know what came over me but I fancied you as soon as you spoke to me," Karen said. Jenny interrupted her;

"What if I'd been straight? What if I'd been offended? If I'd reported you it might have been the end of your degree. What were you thinking?" Jenny asked.

"That's just it," Karen said, "I didn't think. I went to the toilet, took off my knickers and, when you looked up, opened my legs. I wanted to get a reaction from you." Jenny shook her head in disbelief.

"And I did, didn't I?" Karen whispered. Jenny laughed again, remembering the kiss and what had followed;

"I suppose you did," Jenny said. It was Karen's turn to laugh. They drank their coffee and chatted about their courses and the university. Jenny decided that she liked the girl and that she wanted to see her again.

"D'you want to go for a drink this weekend?" Jenny asked. Karen nodded;

"Great," Jenny said, "I'll let you know."

"Thanks for the coffee," Karen said as they left the cafe, "see you soon."

"I'll call you tomorrow," Jenny said as she started back down Queens Rd.

When she got back to Cath's Jenny told her Aunt about her meeting with Karen.

"That sounds like you did the right thing, love," Cath said, "where are you going to take her?"

"I thought about one of the bars up by the uni," Jenny replied, "they're cheap, and pretty safe places." Cath nodded her approval.

"Good; I'll pay for a taxi for you," Cath said, "I don't want you driving if you're having a drink and I know a few taxis who'll look after you." Jenny hugged Cath and leaned in for a kiss. They kissed, tenderly, and Jenny said,

"Thanks, Cath; what would I do without you?" She winked at her Aunt ;

"Cheeky," Cath said, grinning at her niece.

"Hi; are you still on for the weekend?" Jenny said into her phone.

"Sure," Karen said, "where d'you want to go?"

"How about Falmer?" Jenny said, "there's a DJ on Friday night."

"I haven't been there for months," Karen said, "sounds good."

"Great; see you there around nine?" Jenny said.

"If it comes to it, what are you going to tell her about me, about us?" Cath asked. It was early on Friday evening and Aunt and niece were eating dinner before Jenny went out.

"What I've told everyone; you're Cath, Mum's best friend, and I'm living with you to save money on accommodation," Jenny replied. Cath nodded her approval.

"Good; come on, help me clear this away. You have two hours before your taxi will be here," Cath said.

Jenny shut the bathroom door behind herself and undressed. She turned on the shower, stepped inside and opened the new bottle of shower gel she had bought. She poured some onto her hand and worked up a lather which she began to rub over her neck and shoulders, her upper chest and then her tits. Her sensitive nipples came to life and she began to massage her breasts, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation of the soap and water on her body. She stepped to one side to avoid the flow of water for a few moments and poured some more gel onto her hand. This time however, she didn't rub it into her other hand but between her legs. The feel of the cold, thick liquid was so sensual and she leant back against the side of the cubicle as she began to rub it into her cunt. She eased a lubricated finger inside, opening her legs and bending her knees as she did. She added a second finger and began to fuck herself, the gel helping her fingers to slide in and out easily, her cunt warm and wet and waiting to be fucked. As the fucking became more vigorous, her back slid down the glass and she sat on the floor as the orgasm began. She added a third finger and speeded up, beginning to feel the first wave of euphoria build up in her body. Slowly the orgasm headed towards her vagina and her legs jerked as it flooded her senses and her cum flooded her fingers. She pulled her fingers out and rubbed her clit as the orgasm engulfed her willing body. She let the gorgeous feeling wash over her and sat for a few minutes just enjoying the sensation. Finally she got up and finished washing herself, putting the top back on the bottle of gel and making a mental note to keep it for 'special occasions.'

Once she had dried herself and was back in her bedroom Jenny picked out the clothes she wanted to wear; a low, strappy top, a miniskirt, black knickers and a pair of wedge sandals. She put on some makeup and put her hair up into a ponytail before applying some red lipstick and looking at herself in the mirror. Her nipples poked against the thin, white material of her top and her legs looked great below the short skirt; she looked good and she knew it.

"Jen? Steve's here," Cath called out. Jenny went downstairs, said hello to Steve and Cath looked her up and down;

"You look gorgeous, love," Cath said, "now; I've paid Steve for both trips. You've got his number in your phone; just give him ten minutes notice later on. He'll drop Karen off if she can't get a cab herself. Have a great time." Cath kissed Jenny on the cheek and said to Steve;

"She's precious cargo so don't let me down, babe," Steve grinned at Cath; they were old friends and she had helped him to get set up as a taxi firm a few years back; he would do anything for her.

"Don't worry, Cath, she'll be fine," he said, "I'll look after her."

Steve pulled up outside Falmer Bar at five to nine. He jumped out of his car and opened the rear door;

"Thanks, Steve," Jenny said as she swung her leg out, giving him an eyeful of black knickers;

"No worries," he said, "now; if anything happens, just call me, okay?" Jenny smiled at him and turned to go into the bar;

"And be careful, alright?" Steve said. Jenny turned and smiled at him again as she went inside.

Within a few seconds of entering the bar Jenny was worried that she might have made a mistake in picking this particular place for her evening with Karen; it was packed with loud, excited students and the DJ was pumping out music at an ear-splitting volume. Conversation was impossible, as was obvious from the way people were shouting into each other's ears. Jenny began to walk around looking for Karen, acknowledging several friends as she covered every corner until she was back at the door. Someone put a hand on her shoulder and she turned to find Karen grinning at her;

"I just got here," Karen yelled.

"What?" shouted Jenny.

"I just got..." Karen gestured to the door and they went outside.

"I just got here," Karen said.

"Ah, okay," Jenny replied. "I'm not sure if this is the perfect place, to be honest."

"I am and it isn't," Karen replied. "Look, my house that I share is two streets away and everyone is out tonight. I know this is a bit odd but we could go back there. I've got wine and stuff and we could come back here later."

"What do you mean, 'a bit odd'?" Jenny asked. Karen smiled;

"Older student lures young fresher back to her house and ply's her with drink," Karen said. Jenny laughed,

"It's okay; I trust you," Jenny said.

"Why would you say that?" Karen said, teasing, "I flashed you the first time I met you"

"That's a fair point," Jenny said and they both laughed. Karen hooked her arm through Jenny's and they headed to the main road. It took just five minutes to get to a small terraced house which Karen pointed out was hers. She unlocked the front door, switched on a light and stepped in. She draped her jacket over the bannisters so Jenny followed suit. She followed Karen into the small kitchen, which was surprisingly tidy for a student house. Karen took a bottle of white wine from the fridge and two glasses from a cupboard and the two of them went into the lounge. Two chairs sat opposite a large sofa; a low table in between them. Karen put the wine and glasses on the table, sat down on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. Jenny sat down while Karen poured the wine.

Karen was wearing a man's shirt loosely tucked into a black leather miniskirt. The shirt was undone down to the bottom of her bra; or at least where her bra would have been if she'd been wearing one. She had strappy heels on which, for a student seemed an odd choice but, with her legs and that skirt, seemed exactly right.

They clinked glasses and sipped the wine. It was very different to the wine Cath bought but had a nice fruity flavour which Jenny liked.

"How many do you share the house with?" Jenny asked.

"Two;" Karen replied, "my friend Sian and her boyfriend, Will. Sian and I have been friends since our fresher days and she met Will a few months later. This house came up for rent during the summer and we grabbed it. They have the bigger bedroom at the front but I have the better view. We split everything three ways and it works well."

"How is it living with a couple?" Jenny asked.

"Oh, it's fine. Will's lovely and they're both very sporty so they're out quite a lot. Sian's noisy when they're fucking but I can live with that." They both laughed at Karen's bluntness.

"What about you; where do you live?" Karen asked. Jenny went through the story of her living with her Mum's best friend, Cath, and how the arrangement worked, without bringing the sex into it.

"Wow, you lucky bitch," Karen said, "is that for the whole course?" Jenny nodded.

"Fuck," Karen said, "you must get on well if you're prepared to stick it for three years."

"She's great and she knows everyone so I have an instant circle of friends," Jenny said. Karen nodded, mulling over this new information.

"So, how old is she?" Karen asked.

"She's a young 45," Jenny said. She was becoming wary of saying too much already. Karen nodded and shrugged her shoulders.

"Cool," she said and the topic seemed to be over.

"How long have you been into girls?" Jenny asked, eager to change the subject.

"Forever," Karen said, "I just never thought about boys, didn't really understand them; still don't." Jenny laughed.

"You?" Karen asked.

"Not long," Jenny replied, truthfully, "I've had boyfriends but have always wondered what it would be like with a girl..." She tailed off, suddenly aware of what Karen's next question would be.

"So, who took your lezzie cherry? Karen asked, looking intently into Jenny's eyes. Jenny had to think quickly;

"Just a girl at a party," she said, trying to be as vague as possible.

"A student party, here?" Karen asked. Jenny knew she had to shut this down before the lies got too complicated.

"No, back home; just before I came away," she said.

"Any good?" Karen asked, directly.

"Yes, actually; it was great," Jenny replied, picking up the bottle to top up their glasses. "How about you? Is there much sex to be had on campus?" Jenny asked, eager to stop being the focus.

"Fuck, yes," Karen replied; "I had more pussy in my first year than I'd had in five years at home." She grinned at Jenny who looked surprised, "and plenty since."

"Students?" Jenny asked.

"Students, lecturers, librarians and admin staff," Karen replied, "Oh, and a nurse."

Jenny stared at Karen, unsure if the boast was genuine.

"Okay; quite a few students, two lecturers, the previous librarian and three admin staff," Karen said, counting them off on her fingers.

"The nurse?" Jenny asked.

"Oh, yes. That was a few weeks ago; the nurse in the campus surgery." Karen let the sentence hang in the air.

"Tell me," Jenny demanded.

"A friend told me she'd been to see the nurse and that there was something not right about the woman. She'd been a bit too hands-on; a bit too personal with her questions. My friend is straight so I wondered if there was something in it," Karen said.

"What did you do?" Jenny asked.

"I decided to check her out from a distance first. She has her lunch in the cafeteria so I approached her and asked if I could sit at her table. She agreed so I sat down opposite her. Her name is Vanessa; she's in her late thirties and she is very good looking. She has short dark hair, decent tits and great legs. She was wearing the pale green nurses uniform but the top three buttons were undone, showing a bit of cleavage. I introduced myself and told her a bit about my time at uni but focused on an old sports injury to my hip."

"Was that real?" Jenny interrupted;

"No," Karen confessed, "I've never been sporty; but I needed to sow the seed for later." Jenny nodded, understanding the subterfuge. Karen continued,

"Vanessa told me to come and see her at some point so I took that as a chance to question her a bit. I asked how long she'd been a nurse;

"Fifteen years,"Vanessa said, "but just two years here."

"How do you like just treating a bunch of students?" Karen asked. Vanessa smiled,

"You mean hangovers, morning-after-pills and STD's?" Vanessa asked,

"I suppose so, yes," Karen said.

"Not at all," Vanessa said, "of course there is some of that but the surgery isn't open on Saturday and Sunday so students deal with most hangovers themselves. I get a lot of sports injuries and an increasing amount of mental health issues; so it's a pretty varied case-load."

"That's interesting," Karen said, "I guess I fell into the 'student-cliche' trap, didn't I?" Vanessa grinned,

"Don't worry," she said, "it's a common misconception, and it might have been true ten years ago; but kids today are a bit more responsible than we give them credit for." Karen nodded, keen to move the conversation to a more personal direction.

"What about you?" Karen asked, "Are you married; kids?" Vanessa looked down at her lunch, mumbling,

"No, and no," she said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Karen said, putting her hand on Vanessa's arm, "I didn't mean to get so personal; it's none of my business," she said, stroking the arm now and noting that the nurse did not pull her arm away.

"That's okay," Vanessa said, looking up at Karen's face. Karen smiled back at her, using her fingernails to trace circles on Vanessa's forearm. The nurse held Karen's gaze and an electricity passed between them. Suddenly, Vanessa pulled her arm away and began to collect her lunch things,

"I have to go," she said, "I have an appointment."

"Would it be okay if I made an appointment to see you about my hip?" Karen asked.

"Oh; yes, of course," Vanessa said, "yes, absolutely; speak to reception." She bent to pick up a plastic fork which had fallen to the floor. As she stood back up, for a moment, she remained in a position which gave Karen a clear view down the top of her uniform at her tits.

'Mmm! that was deliberate,' Karen thought. Vanessa left and Karen went straight to reception at the main entrance.

"Hi," she said to the woman manning the desk, "Vanessa has asked me to make an appointment to see her." The woman looked at he computer screen,

"Okay; when is convenient for you?"

"Tomorrow?" Karen asked;

"She only has the last appointment, at 4 o'clock," the woman said.

"Perfect," Karen said, "I'll take it." She gave the woman her name and contact number and left with the confirmation in her phone.

"So, what happened?" Jenny asked. Karen continued the story;

Karen arrived at the surgery the following afternoon at five to four. She sat in the corridor, opposite the door. She was wearing a low top and a tight miniskirt with matching red underwear; she sat with her legs slightly open. Soon, the door opened and a young man came out with Vanessa behind him.

"Thanks, Nurse," he said, "I'll see you next week."

"Be careful," Vanessa said, "and no running. You have to let the inflammation go down and that could take several days." The young man nodded and hobbled away down the corridor. Vanessa turned her attention to the girl sitting opposite and immediately got the flash of red under her skirt.

"Hi, Vanessa," Karen said, closing her legs. She looked up at Vanessa who was staring back at her. Karen raised her eyebrows and seemingly broke the spell.

"Sorry," Vanessa muttered, "miles away. Uh, come in; please." She stood aside to let Karen into the surgery. Karen took in a quick inventory of the room; desk, large chair, small chair, massage table, various cupboards and drawers. Vanessa sat in the large chair and indicated the small chair on the other side of the desk, to Karen. Karen sat down.

"Now," Vanessa said, "it was your hip, wasn't it?"

"Yes," Karen replied, "I fell playing tennis a few months ago and, even though the bruising has gone, it hasn't been right since." Vanessa made notes in a book, pausing to look up,

"Have you had any treatment; physio for instance?" Vanessa asked.

"No; I've been so busy that there just hasn't been time," Karen said.

"Okay, well, let's have a look shall we? If you can take your skirt off and get on the bed, on your back, please; I'll be in the other room." Karen jumped up, tugging at her skirt and saying;

"That's alright; we're all girls here." Karen turned her back to Vanessa and pulled the miniskirt down. She bent forward and her knickers slid halfway down her arse before the skirt came free and slid down her legs. She stood up and slowly pulled the red knickers back up, very tight. She turned back to Vanessa to see the nurse staring at the knickers. When Karen turned, she had a well defined cameltoe at the top of her legs and Vanessa began to blush. Karen walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, lying on her back and pulling her top up to her bra. After a while, Vanessa came and stood beside the bed, at Karen's waist.

"Which hip?" Vanessa mumbled.

"The left one, just here," Karen said, pointing at the left-hand hip bone.

"The ilium," Vanessa said, "yes, it bruises easily. Show me where you get the pain." Karen pointed to the lower part of the bone, below the waistline of her knickers. Vanessa began to feel along the edge of the bone;

"Here?" she asked.

"A bit lower," Karen said. Vanessa pressed gently, through the red material,

"Here?" Vanessa asked.

"Let me guide you," Karen said, gripping the nurse's wrist and guiding the fingers back up and then inside the top of the lacy knickers. Vanessa tried to pull her hand away but Karen's grip was strong;

"Here," she whispered, looking into Vanessa's eyes. Vanessa suddenly stopped resisting and let Karen guide her fingers along the bone. When they got to the edge of the knickers, Karen guided them to the right, edging them towards her slit. Vanessa stopped the movement, looking confused and scared.

"It's okay," Karen whispered, "you know you want to." Her right hand moved the nurse's left hand until the fingers found the top of Karen's slit. Karen released Vanessa's wrist and took hold of the three middle fingers, pushing them downwards and easing her legs open at the same time.

Vanessa's fingers entered Karen's cunt. It was wet. Karen moved the fingers so that they rubbed her clit; there was no resistance anymore; and then slid them inside her lips and inside her vagina. Karen moved her left arm, bringing it around Vanessa so that she could massage the nurse's arse through her uniform. She traced the edge of Vanessa's knickers through the cotton uniform, crossing the left cheek of her tight buttocks. Then she moved her left arm up Vanessa's back, feeling the bra underneath and then gently pressing the nurse's back, willing her to bend down.

Vanessa leaned over, letting both of Karen's hands guide her, realising that the objective of the left hand was to gently force her into a position where Karen could kiss her.

Her three fingers were now deep inside Karen's cunt and the girl was moving them in and out and moaning, quietly. Vanessa's face was now right above Karen's. She closed her eyes and felt warm, wet lips touching hers, pressing against her lips; a tongue seeking out her top lip and tracing along it before extending inside her mouth. She responded, easing her own tongue alongside Karen's and pushing her head downwards so that the kiss became harder, more passionate; sexier.

Karen moved her hand down Vanessa's back, satisfied that the nurse needed no more coercion, and massaged her arse, following the knicker line again and then sliding her hand down to the hem of the uniform. When she felt Vanessa's thigh, Karen moved her hand up it, reaching the soft material of the nurse's knickers and stroking the skin along the edge of them.

It was Vanessa's turn to moan into Karen's mouth. Karen opened her legs wider and began to fuck herself with Vanessa's fingers. At the same time, the fingers of her own left hand were probing and pulling at the material of the nurse's knickers, easing themselves inside and along the bottom of the buttock to Vanessa's slit. Karen used two fingers to ease the way into the entrance to Vanessa's cunt before sliding them up and into that wet vagina.

Karen finger-fucked the nurse.

Vanessa's fingers worked on Karen's cunt and clitoris. This was everything the nurse had fantasised about; lesbian sex on the treatment table, initiated by the patient; and she was going to make the most of it. She rubbed Karen's clit with her thumb, pressing and massaging it so that the moans became expletives and shouts. She pushed her hips down onto Karen's hand, loving the feeling of the fingers going deeper and her cunt becoming wetter with every thrust.

Karen was the first to cum. Vanessa was an experienced lesbian and she could bring Karen up and then down again with ease, teasing her almost. Finally, Karen's whole body juddered as the orgasm flooded through her;

"Fuck, yes; oh fuck," Karen yelled. Vanessa moved quickly to the end of the table, lifting Karen's legs up, pulling the knickers to one side and plunging her face into Karen, licking and sucking greedily to get every ounce of juicy cum out of her. Karen convulsed again, her body reacting to this new sensation as Vanessa's tongue probed into her. When she had feasted enough Vanessa moved back up to Karen's head. She grabbed her patient's hand and moved it under the uniform and up inside her knickers. Karen took the hint and resumed finger-fucking the nurse. Vanessa leant down, as if she was going to kiss Karen, but whispered;

"You filthy fucking whore. I'm going to fuck your brains out." She grabbed Karen's wrist and increased the pace of her fingers going in and out of her cunt. Soon she could feel herself cumming.

"Come on, come on, fuck those fingers into my cunt, you little slut; make me cum."

Karen did as she was told and was rewarded with a flood of Vanessa's cum running down her wrist. As the nurse's body relaxed, Karen withdrew her fingers and brought them up to her face where they both licked and sucked on the juices.

Jenny was getting wet. Karen's story, and the way she was telling it, had got the younger girl's juices flowing and she was getting horny.

"Wow," Jenny said, "that's really hot."

"Not finished yet," Karen said.

Vanessa stepped back from the table, fixing Karen with her gaze, and began to unbutton her nurses uniform. Once she had dropped it to the floor she unhooked the white bra she was wearing. Her tits were small but with long nipples which Karen couldn't wait to get in her mouth. The nurse's knickers were next, as were Karen's, which joined the rest of the clothing on the floor. Vanessa climbed onto the table and sat astride Karen, lowering herself down so that her cunt was in line with Karen's face. Then she leant forward so that she lay on Karen's body, her face level with Karen's cunt.

Karen managed to squeeze her fingers into the gap between her face and Vanessa's cunt. She opened it up, pulling back the lips and easing out the clit. Then she got to work. She devoured Vanessa's cunt, sucking the lips into her mouth and holding the clit between her lips. She nipped and nibbled the clit, poking her tongue inside at the same time, until she could feel the cavity filling with Vanessa's juices.

At the other end of the table, Vanessa was concentrating on Karen's clit; licking down on it, pushing it against her fingers and then sucking it into her mouth. She could feel herself cumming but she wasn't going to be beaten by Karen. She added her fingers into the mix, probing and caressing until Karen began to moan, loudly. As Karen's moans grew more urgent, Vanessa's manipulation of her clit became more aggressive. She rubbed it hard between her fingers, licking the tip of it until Karen flooded her face with her sweet cum. As she sucked and licked it into her mouth, Vanessa felt her own orgasm rising. She was cumming; hard.

The nurse bucked, pushing herself into Karen's face, her cunt filling with her cum. She came in waves, unable to stop them, even if she'd wanted to, and her cum soaked Karen's face. Karen swallowed and then began to lick the nurse clean.

Vanessa climbed off the table and turned back to Karen's face. She kissed and licked Karen while Karen did the same to her. Suddenly Karen took one of those long nipples into her mouth, sucking and pulling and licking for all she was worth until the nurse moaned with pleasure. Gradually their passion subsided and they kissed each other tenderly.

"You need to go," said Vanessa; "the cleaner will be here soon." Karen nodded but kissed Vanessa's full lips again before climbing off the table and getting dressed. As she left and walked down the corridor she passed the cleaner going in the other direction and smiled to herself.

"Fuck me, that was close," Karen whispered to herself.

Jenny was flushed and hot. The story had turned her on and she was desperate to touch herself.

"More wine?" Karen asked, standing up. Jenny nodded, hoping that she might get a few minutes alone to play with herself. Karen went into the kitchen and Jenny pulled her knickers aside and played with her clit. She closed her eyes for a second but when she reopened them Karen was standing in the doorway with a full bottle of wine.

"Fuck," Karen said, "you don't hang around do you?" She put the bottle down on the table and knelt in front of Jenny.

"Here; let me help you with that," Karen said. Jenny was still flustered from being caught out but she lay back on the sofa and carried on frigging her clit. Karen opened her mouth and filled Jenny's cunt with her tongue, lapping up to Jenny's fingers and then back down to her hole, forcing her tongue inside.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," Jenny cried, using her other hand to massage her nipples through her thin top. She couldn't see below her mound and the top of Karen's head but the older girl was undoing her own shirt as she licked and sucked Jenny's cunt.

Karen slipped her shirt off over her shoulders, pulling it out of the leather miniskirt and letting it fall to the floor. She could feel Jenny was getting close to orgasm but was surprised when Jenny's hand gripped the back of her head, forcing her nose and tongue into the vagina. She licked and sucked harder until Jenny screamed;

"I'm cumming, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Karen's face was covered in sweet cum and she licked around her mouth, savouring the taste and the feel of Jenny's juices. Jenny let go of her clit but pushed her hips forward so that Karen couldn't breathe. Finally, Jenny relaxed, removed her hand from the back of Karen's head and sank back into the sofa.

"Fuck, you're good at that," Jenny said, breathlessly. Karen was gulping in air herself but managed to quip;

"Never had any complaints." She stood up and leant over Jenny who was taking in the fact that Karen was topless. Karen leaned into Jenny and whispered;

"Lick my face; taste yourself." Jenny licked around Karen's mouth and nose, lapping up her own juices and loving the taste. Gradually her face-licking became a deep and sexy kiss, Jenny forcing her tongue into Karen's mouth and pushing her friend's tongue to the back of her throat. Jenny let her saliva flow into Karen's mouth, mixing it with her own juices, just like Cath had done to her. It was several minutes before the kiss was broken;

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" Karen asked, breathing heavily. Jenny just grinned, saying;

"Your turn." They swapped places on the sofa, Jenny pulling off her knickers and Karen undoing her skirt.

"No," Jenny stopped her. "Keep it on; it's sexy." It was Karen's turn to grin as she sat back on the sofa, her feet up on the seat and her legs wide apart. Jenny pulled her top over her head and then pulled Karen's knickers aside to expose her vagina. She ran her fingers up and down the slit, slowly easing the lips aside and exposing Karen's clit.

"Mmm," Jenny said, "you have a lovely clit." She took it between her pursed lips, nibbling it and rubbing it against her teeth. Karen moaned, loudly. Jenny used her fingers to ease her way into Karen's cunt and then kept one hand in place, slowly pushing two fingers in and out. She kept dropping her tongue down to lick her fingers as they came out; Karen tasted amazing and Jenny couldn't get enough.

Karen was in heaven. She wanted to just lie back and close her eyes but Jenny would do something that made her sit up and squeal in ecstasy. Fuck, this girl knew where all the pleasure points were. She started to fuck Jenny's fingers, pushing her hips in and out to the same rhythm that Jenny was using. The friction began to build up and soon she could feel herself nearing orgasm.

"That's it, that's it," Karen yelled, "fuck me harder."

Jenny could sense that Karen was close to cumming so increased her pace even more until her fingers were suddenly dripping with a flood of cum. Karen grabbed Jenny's wrist, begging her to stop as the sensitivity got too much but pulling the hand up to her face so that she could lick Jenny's fingers.

They kissed and Jenny sat back on the sofa while Karen wrapped the younger girl in her arms. They sat together for some time, enjoying the sensations in their bodies and enjoying the feel of each other's skin.

"I should go," Jenny whispered, "I don't want to be here when your housemates get back."

"Okay," Karen replied, not wanting to break the spell but understanding what Jenny meant. Jenny phoned Steve and gave him the address. They got dressed and Jenny checked herself in the mirror; she looked like she had a good night out. When she saw the headlights outside she kissed Karen, passionately;

"I had a great night, thank you," Jenny said. Karen smiled, saying;

"Let's do it again; soon."

Jenny shut the front door behind her and got into the back of the taxi where she sent Cath a message to let her know Steve had picked her up. She was home in no time and thanked Steve for looking after her.

"Anytime, love; anytime," Steve replied.

Cath was waiting up for her, as Jenny knew she would be. She had a glass of wine already poured for her and they relaxed on the sofa while Jenny told her Aunt about her evening. Cath just let her speak, trusting her niece enough to know that she would tell the whole story.

"Bloody hell, Jen; what a night you've had!" Cath said when Jenny had finished, "I like the sound of Karen. If you want, we should invite her over for something to eat."

Jenny raised her eyebrows at Cath, unsure if the last few words were innuendo or not. Cath's face was a picture of innocence... for about ten seconds until she collapsed in a fit of laughter.

The following morning Jenny sent Karen a message to thank her for the previous evening and to invite her over to Cath's for dinner in a week's time. Karen replied that she would love to accept and that she hadn't stopped thinking about the sex and Jenny's company. Jenny glowed with pleasure when she read it; at 18 it was a big deal to be liked by a 21 year old.

Karen arrived at Cath's house at 7.30pm on the dot. Jenny opened the door and took her jacket before showing her through to the kitchen where Cath was putting the last touches to dinner. Cath turned to see a striking young girl with short blonde hair, a look which reminded Cath of Annie Lennox, singer with The Eurythmics in the '80's. She had a baggy t-shirt, a mini-kilt skirt and vintage Adidas trainers on.

"Hi Cath, I'm Karen. It's great to meet you and thank you for inviting me to your home," Karen smiled; a lovely, genuine smile which came from her eyes as much as from her lips. Cath liked her immediately.

"Hello, love," Cath said, kissing her on the cheek, "what a nice thing to say. Jenny tells me you're a white wine drinker..." Karen nodded;

"Too much, probably," Karen said, smiling again.

"Then you've come to the right place," Cath said, triumphantly. Jenny had already put out three wine glasses when she had laid the table so she poured the wine from the fridge into them.

"Right," said Cath, "we're almost ready so why don't you girls sit down and I'll dish up?"

Dinner was delicious and the kitchen was filled with chatter and laughter. Karen told them about her background and her family and Jenny told Karen about hers; well, most of it.

"What about you, Cath?" Karen asked, "how did you land in Brighton?"

"Ah, well; that's a very long and boring story that can wait for another time," Cath said, smiling; "Right now, you girls need to load the dishwasher while I go and put some music on." Cath topped up her glass and went through to the lounge. Soon the girls could hear the sound of Carly Simon coming from the other room; although Jenny had to tell Karen who it was.

When the dishwasher was loaded and everything was tidied away, Jenny and Karen took their glasses through to the lounge. Cath patted the sofa next to her;

"Come and sit next to me, Karen," she said. Karen sat down while Jenny sat on the floor in front of them, leaning back against the chair. Jenny was wearing a t-shirt and her white tennis skirt; she was very aware that both Cath and Karen could see her pink knickers under her skirt. Soon Karen opened her legs slightly, showing Jenny her red thong. Cath was talking about her friend Frankie and the cafe and asked Karen if she knew it.

"No," Karen said, "I don't think I do."

"Oh, you'd love it," Jenny said, "the food is really good and Frankie's great fun; we'll take you."

"Sounds great," Karen said, "I love a good breakfast."

"That's settled then," Cath said, "we'll make that a date." She went into the kitchen to fetch another bottle of wine.

"She's lovely," Karen whispered, "I really like her." Jenny smiled, nodding in agreement. Cath came back in, topped up their glasses and sat back down. Jenny noticed that Cath had sat much nearer to Karen than before. When Karen had put her glass back down, Cath turned towards her and said;

"Karen, I hope you don't mind me being a bit forward..."

"No," Karen replied.

"Good," Cath said, taking the girl's chin in her hand and kissing her tenderly on the lips.

"I've been wanting to do that all night," Cath whispered, "you have such gorgeous lips." Karen offered up her lips again and Cath opened her mouth, covering Karen's lips and plunging her tongue inside, locking their faces together as Karen reached up her left hand and pulled the back of Cath's neck down to her.

Jenny watched as the kiss became more passionate, the two of them sucking and licking at each other, pawing at each other's faces. She had suspected that there might be some sex tonight but was amazed at the speed and ferocity of Cath's advances; and Karen's response.

Cath dropped her left hand onto Karen's tits, delighted to feel that the hard, erect nipples were unburdened by a bra. She twisted a nipple between her thumb and finger, producing a loud moan from Karen, muffled by Cath's mouth and tongue but intense and incredibly sexy.

Jenny dropped her right hand down to her knickers and began to rub her clit through the thin material, turned on by the sex-show in front of her.

Karen had to admit to herself that she was taken completely by surprise by Cath's onslaught. She had hoped for some sexual activity with Jenny; but had no idea how it might manifest itself. However, she had not picked up any signals from Cath. Her 'lezzy-radar,' as she called it; usually so reliable; had failed completely so, when Cath kissed her, she was completely caught out. She loved the force of the second kiss which had soon turned into a sexual assault on her senses; it was the closest she come to another woman fucking her mouth.

Cath was now fully in the lesbian zone, focused solely on the girl in front of her, oblivious to Jenny six feet away on the floor; and the fact that her niece had three of her fingers inside her own cunt.

Jenny pulled her thin knickers to one side and ran two fingers up and down her slit, stretching the fingers apart to expose her lips and the entrance to her vagina. She raised the fingers to her lios, greedily licking the moisture from them and replacing it with thick saliva before plunging them into her cunt. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, lost in a reverie of ecstasy; fuck, that felt good.

Cath lifted Karen's baggy t-shirt up so that she could get her hand up inside to massage the girls tits. Each one fitted perfectly in Cath's hand, a fact which pleased her no end, like it was meant to be. Fuck, this girl turned her on.

Karen was losing control of herself. She was more turned on this early in a sexual encounter than she could remember. She could feel herself getting wet at an alarming rate and had a mild concern that she might stain the sofa she was sitting on. Her nipples were fully erect; almost painful, they were so hard. When Cath touched them, Karen felt shots of electricity pulsing through her tits, tingling to the tips of her nipples as Cath tweaked and twisted them. For the first time in her life she realised she was going to cum without any vaginal stimulation.

Cath worked on Karen's tits like a woman possessed. She found them incredibly erotic, especially as each nipple stood proud of her fingers as she gripped it between them. She realised that, though she couldn't bear to break the sensual kiss, she was desperate to suck those nipples into her mouth.

It was Karen who broke away first, gasping for air and screaming at the same time;

"Oh, fuck!" Her hips lifted off the sofa as the orgasm hit her like a tsunami. She could feel the cum flood her cunt and soak her knickers even more, forcing her to clench her thighs instinctively, an impulse which only increased the effect of her cum juices on the pleasure spots inside her vagina.

Jenny watched her new friend orgasm, only realising a few seconds later that Cath hadn't touched Karen's cunt at all; the orgasm was from mouth and breast stimulation alone. The thought turned her on so much; her senses were heightened to a level she had not experienced before; and she ripped her knickers off in one movement and forced three fingers inside, fucking herself; hard.

Karen's orgasm took Cath by surprise; the speed of it happening; and she clamped her mouth back onto the young girl's lips, eager to re-stimulate her sexual partner quickly. Karen was still recovering when Cath blocked her airway again; her tongue eager and urgent.

Karen began to regain her senses as she came down from the ultimate high. She wanted to establish some control in what was happening; she was used to being the hunter, not the prey. Deep down she also felt that it was time she gave Cath some sexual pleasure from the encounter; that the sex was one-way traffic. She struggled to stand up, Cath's hand slipping out from under the t-shirt and her face looking momentarily forlorn. Karen ripped the t-shirt over her head, flinging it behind the sofa and leaned down to Cath;

"Right," Karen whispered aggressively, "it's time you got fucked." Karen pushed Cath's chest so that the older woman lost her balance and fell back on the sofa, lying almost full length along it. In a flash, Karen was astride her, sitting on the shift-dress Cath was wearing, the buttons on it poking into Karen's wet knickers. Karen grabbed the lapels of the dress and ripped them apart, the buttons coming undone and, in one case, flying off towards Jenny. Karen grabbed both of Cath's exposed tits, huge handfuls of pleasure with nipples to die for.

"Jenny," Karen said, urgently, "give me a hand here." Jenny was by her side in a few seconds as Karen lifted her right hip just enough for her friend to get her hands underneath and undo the rest of the buttons and pull the dress aside, exposing Cath's naked cunt. Jenny didn't tell Karen when she had completed the task but she moved one hand back up the dress to rub Karen's wet twat.

"Oh, yes, Jenny; rub my wet cunt," Karen moaned, pushing her hips down and grinding them into Jenny's hand. Karen reached behind her, expecting to feel Cath's knickers but delighted to find a wet slit, eager and waiting for attention. Turned on by Cath being completely naked beneath the dress, Karen slid to one side until her right foot touched the floor before swinging her body off Cath. In her frenzy, Karen almost pushed Jenny out of the way, grabbing her shoulders to stop her from falling. Karen knelt down, lifting Cath's right leg so that she could push her face into Cath's swollen cunt.

Cath rested her leg across Karen's shoulders and suddenly felt the girl's hot breath on her inner thigh, just before Karen's tongue forced itself inside her slit. Cath closed her eyes, allowing herself to wallow in the intense pleasure. Suddenly she could feel the arm of the sofa above her head creaking and then the familiar smell of Jenny's sweet cunt descended onto her face. She grabbed Jenny's thighs, pulling them down so that she could push her tongue inside her niece.

Karen was so engrossed in eating Cath out that she wasn't aware of where Jenny was. It was only when she came up for air that she saw her friend sitting on Cath's face, her eyes closed in ecstasy as Cath's tongue licked and sucked at her cunt. It dawned on Karen, for the first time, that these two were experienced sexual partners; that Jenny had probably learned many of her extraordinary techniques from Cath.

She also wondered if Jenny's Mum knew that her best friend was fucking her daughter.

Cath was in heaven. She adored eating Jenny's cunt but was also amazed at how good a cunt-eater Karen was. She felt herself cumming and moaned into Jenny's slit just as her juices flowed over Karen's face. This was pure ecstasy. Then, Jenny twitched.

Jenny heard Cath moan and felt her hot breath, a sensation which pushed her over the edge. She orgasmed so quickly that she wasn't ready for it, the convulsions taking her completely by surprise. Her cum flowed out of her, directly into Cath's hot mouth. Jenny's movements spurred Cath on and she licked even harder, lapping at Jenny's cum-soaked cunt as if her life depended on it, still cumming herself onto Karen's face.

Slowly, Cath's orgasm subsided. She realised that Karen was standing beside her and, by the sound of it, was having her face licked by Jenny.

The two girls kissed and licked each other, Karen stroking Jenny's tits as her friend licked Cath's cum from her face. Then Jenny got off the sofa and leaned down to lick her own cum from Cath's face, quickly kissing Karen and swapping cum into her mouth. Cath watched the girls; the display turning her on again. Finally she sat up and the girls sat beside her, one on each side.

Cath put her arms around them and hugged them into her tits, looking at the clock and seeing it was already gone midnight. She turned to Karen;

"I think you'd better stay the night, don't you?" she said. Karen grinned back at her, still licking cum off her own chin.

"Shall we make that breakfast at Frankie's, later this morning, then?" Cath said, and they all laughed.