In Which Jill and I Become Better Acquainted

Characters in my stories

Serena- Me, myself and I, the author of these stories. 

Melissa- My beautiful, sweet, wonderful and utterly adorable roommate, BFF and sweetheart. Of mixed English and Argentine ancestry. Flowing raven-black hair and liquid warm brown eyes. 

Jill- Another great friend of mine. Tall, leggy and very lovely blonde, blue-eyed English Rose.

Mei-Ling- Cute little Chinese babe. Jill’s roommate, BFF and sweetheart. At the time of this story spending the holidays with her family in Singapore.  

Amanda- My darling big sister, just one year older than me. Attractive brown-eyed brunette. 

Caroline- Jill’s big sister and Amanda’s roommate, BFF and sweetheart. Another pretty blonde, similar in looks to Jill. 

If you have been following my stories, you will recall that my sister Amanda and I, students at St Sappho’s Academy for Young Ladies, had fallen hopelessly in love with our best friends Caroline and Melissa. The events of this story take place one sultry August during the school’s summer holidays when I was suffering the torment of being separated from Melissa’s love by the width of an ocean and God knows how many degrees of latitude, she having been whisked off by her parents to the Argentine on a visit to relatives. For Amanda, however, relief was in sight because she had been invited to spend a week with Caroline and her family, and Jill had persuaded her parents to extend the invitation to me. 

At last the great day came and we arrived at Jill and Caroline’s family home. Amanda and Caroline greeted one another with squeals of delight and by falling into each other’s arms, which meant that Jill and I were very much thrown on each other’s company. Actually, I can pass over most of the events of that day- we spent most of it sunbathing in the garden and catching up on school gossip- because I suspect that my readership will be more interested in the events of that night. It had been arranged that Caroline and Amanda would not only be sharing a room but also sleeping in the same bed and that, moreover, Jill and I would be doing the same. 

Jill clearly realised that I was surprised by this, and as soon as were were in bed together she explained. 

“Mummy and Daddy know all about Caro and Amanda and their relationship, and they don’t mind at all.You see, Serena, Mummy is an old St Sappho’s girl herself so she knows the sort of things St Sappho’s girls get up to. Back in 1960 or thereabouts she and her pals were the ones getting up to them. So when Caro came out as bi last year and told them all about Amanda, they were absolutely delighted, congratulated her and wished them every happiness”. 

I was dumbfounded. If my parents- especially my father- had ever suspected the truth about my sexuality, I would have been in deep disgrace. Congratulations would most certainly not have been the order of the day. Jill continued:-

“I suppose I was a bit jealous of all the attention Caro was getting, so I thought I would out myself as well. Of course, there wasn’t anyone special in my life back then but I definitely knew I could bowl either side of the wicket”. (It was typical of the sports-mad Jill to describe her sexuality in terms of a cricketing metaphor). 

“You say there wasn’t anyone special in your life last year. So does that mean there is now?”

“Oh, I obviously haven’t told you about Mei-Ling and me!” She hadn’t told me previously, but proceeded to do so there and then. Those of you who want the full details are referred to my previous story, “In Which Jill and Mei-Ling Find Love”, where I relate the story as told to me by Jill.  When she had finished, I was overcome by an incredible mixture of happiness and amorousness. I was happy because two of my dearest friends had found themselves united by a bond of love of the same sort as the one which joined Melissa and myself at the heart. And I was amorous because….. well just you try lying in bed with a dear friend, who just happens to be a gorgeous blonde teenager, lying beside you, dressed only in her panties- it was too hot to bother with nighties- while she regales you with the most intimate details of her relationship with another dear friend. If you can manage that without starting to feel just a little amorous, you’re a better woman than I am. (Or perhaps a worse one). Of course, Jill, who can be very naughty when she puts her mind to it, had deliberately held back her news about Mei-Ling until we were in bed together, knowing full well the effect that this revelation would have on me. (We had already had one sexual encounter, which had also involved Melissa). 

I flung my arms around her. “Oh Jill, I’m so happy for you both!” We exchanged eager kisses, first on the cheek, then on the lips, as Jill started to stroke my thigh. Soon her fingers found their way to my crotch, where my panties were already damp with anticipation, and began to caress me lovingly. She was already quite skilful at this, and I could tell that she had done this sort of thing before. Possibly Caroline had taught her lovemaking skills to her little sister, just as Amanda had done with me. Any discussion of Jill’s past, however, would have to await another occasion, because all I could think about was the present and the immediate future, especially my orgasm which was building inside me and about to overwhelm me at any moment. And then it happened. I climaxed with a cry of triumph and satisfied desire as waves of warm, sensuous pleasure washed over me. We rested for a while as I came down from my ecstatic high, and then it was my turn to return the favour and bring Jill to her own, eagerly awaited climax, which (as normal with Jill) was very noisy and dramatic, accompanied with as many loud gasps and cries of pleasure as possible.    

I hope that none of my readers will take Jill and me to task for what they might consider to be our unfaithfulness to our sweethearts who were on the other side of the world at the time. To do so would be to misunderstand the dynamics of the Sisterhood, as Melissa, Jill, Mei-Ling and I call ourselves. We are four girls united by ties of love and friendship, and although we are polyamorous we are not promiscuous, believing that sex is something best reserved for those to whom we are bound by true love or by a friendship so close and intense that it becomes virtually indistinguishable from love. When I was reunited with Melissa, she was very happy that I had had the love and support of Amanda and Jill to help me cope with our separation. But that, as they say, is another story. Perhaps my next or the one after next.