[TeeLu]

Intro: Hello! So this is my first ever story for GetDare and I am extremely nervous/excited. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated and if there is a significant appetite for this story, updates should hopefully cum thick and fast… oops… I mean ‘come’. The first few parts may require a significant amount of set up and exposition; it perhaps may bore some. But, rest assured, this will be short-lived! Oh and this story is entirely fictional.

Part 1:

Cian

The excitement quickly gave way to anxiousness as Cian’s beaten up Renault passed a sign, informing visitors of their entry into the city of Cambridge, England. His car worked its way through the maze of cobbled, interweaving streets, towered over by magnificent buildings seemingly on all sides - the grandeur of the old city had certainly not been exaggerated. Eventually, Cian was guided towards King’s College, the famous chapel coming clearly into view. Having been directed to his accommodation where he would live for the coming year, he spent about 20 minutes unloading his car, and lugging heavy boxes and cases up what felt like endless sets of stairs.

Despite being only 17, Cian could easily pass for 21, with his bookish handsomeness. Locks of curly brown hair came close to concealing sharp green eyes, magnified by a pair of thick glasses. Not the most muscly, his body was nicely toned - though one would hardly be able to tell, for it was so often concealed by thick jumpers and long trousers, as it was today. But despite his unassuming and conservative dress-sense, Cian had a definite wild streak, perhaps just the glint of which could be seen in those piercing eyes and mischievous smile.

Cian's flat was situated in a smaller building to the side of the chapel - up a few flights of stairs and through a confusing amount of doors, he reached his flat. This he would share with 4 other new students at the prestigious university. While steadily unpacking suitcases and setting away clothes and things from home, Cian heard a brief knock before a stocky, well-built lad peered his head round the door.

“Hey, man! Long time!", the new boy exclaimed, cracking into a familiar smile - one of those smiles that just puts you at ease almost at once.

“Olly! Didn’t realise you got here before me!”, replied Cian, embracing his friend. The two were old mates from secondary school, though they hadn't seen each other for a few years now. When Cian had last seen him, Olly had been a scrawny but charming guy - always around the girls. Cian had never done badly with the ladies, but somehow Olly had possessed a knack for chatting up the fairer sex, and his exploits were often the talk of the school. Looking at him now, Cian couldn’t imagine that particular aspect had changed. He had filled out immensely, biceps now bulging through his t-shirt, hair cut close and short, showing a sharply defined face. And as one of the few black guys on the campus, that was sure to get him a certain amount of attention.

Clearly noticing the surprised look on his friends face upon seeing his new figure, Olly commented briefly on his transformation as they made polite small talk, catching up while Cian packed away his things. Soon enough, Olly left to go and unpack his own things. Deciding it would be a good idea to get acquainted with the rest of his flatmates, Cian knocked on a couple of doors.

The first was opened by Camilla, a petite girl with bright blue hair and a lot of piercings. Though this was not hugely appealing to Cian, he couldn’t deny her attractiveness as he ran his eyes down her small and tight body, a slight twinge of disappointment upon seeing her breasts, which couldn’t have been larger than an A cup. He peered round the door into her room, as discreetly as possible, and with her bathroom door open spied a bright pink dildo sat on the side of the sink. Smirking to himself, he made a mental note that the piercings might be a clue as to what she is like in the sack.

The second he met in the communal kitchen, Daisy. She was a larger girl, rather chubby, already tucking into what looked like a very healthy meal of fried chicken and chips. Wearing plenty of layers, she seemed rather self-conscious about her body, but possessed a kind face and a sweet smile. After exchanging brief pleasantries he left to greet the last remaining flatmate.

Approaching the door, he could hear music blaring through the door, pretty loud, and felt he should knock. He rapped on the door a few times, but go no response; trying the handle and finding it unlocked, he slowly cracked open the door.

Standing in the middle of the room, rummaging through a drawer, with only a towel protecting her modesty, was a tall, slim beauty. Cian could only see the side of her face, remaining silent in the desperate hope she would not notice his entrance, but from the wet blonde hair running down her shoulder over her back, the faded freckles on her cheek and nose and the way she was bopping and moving along to the music, he was in absolute awe. It took all he could muster to momentarily break his gaze and grab his phone from his pocket, eagerly flipping to the camera and starting a video, his eyes hungrily taking in his film’s subject.

The timing could not have been better. Moments after Cian started recording, the girl grabbed the panties she had clearly been searching for, a sexy black lace number, and proceeded to drop the only thing protecting her naked body from Cian’s eager eyes. The towel fell as if in slow motion - the fibres that had been clinging to her damp body were released, the friction making her breasts shake. And now Cian had a new feature to mentally worship - they were an ample D cup, resting perfectly with not too much sag. Her small, rock hard nipples were surrounded by large areoles, as tiny droplets of water made their gentle way down the curves of her breasts, running over her nipples and tracing the path that Cian wished his tongue could take.

The mystery girl turned to approach the bed, moving into more direct and frontal view for Cian - as if this could get any better. She was reasonably tall and perfectly formed, with a toned flat stomach and ample curves. Her ass shook temptingly as she walked over to the bed, tan-brown legs glinting and dancing in the sunlight from the window. She sat down on the bed, facing Cian, but was focused on the task at hand - placing the panties on the covers next to her, parting her legs slowly and reaching down to her trimmed pussy.

Cian could scarcely believe his luck at what was unfolding before his eyes. He watched her wet her fingers with long, slow sucks before putting one hand to work gently teasing her clit. He could just see it peeking out from beneath the hood, before her fingers obscured his view, delicately tracing small circles as she pressed a finger from her other hand to her opening. The wetness was obvious even from where Cian was standing, and it took no time at all for the girl to ease in one, then two fingers, pumping in and out exploring her insides, all while the stimulation of her clit grew faster and more determined. She fell back onto the bed, obvious waves of pleasure making her body twitch and convulse, not deterring her fingers from their pressing work.

Barely audible moans and gasps escaped from her open mouth, her face now in full view - just as beautiful as he had expected. By now, Cian was rock hard, his erection pressing impatiently through his jeans, desperate to play - he used his spare hand to quietly rub the sensitive tip through the fabric of his jeans, satisfying a deep urge at least partially. But the show was cut short all too soon as the beauty on the bed slowed her fingers to a stop, still breathing heavily, breasts bouncing up and down as she did; Cian suspected orgasm had been delayed for now or been devilishly hard to reach. But clearly still horny, she reached her hands up and, as if performing for an eager audience, slowly and sensually licked clean every finger. Cian felt pangs of jealousy at the girl licking her own juices, desperate for a taste.

But as he snapped out of his almost trance-like state of wonder, sense and the fear of being caught pierced him like a knife. Stopping the recording, he attempted to slowly retreat out of the doorway, but the heavy set wooden door creaked on its rusty hinges. Already away down the corridor, Cian hoped to high heaven that ti had not been heard over the music, but he could have sworn he heard a faint call out from the mystery girl.