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A Night in Cambridge

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I never went to University…partly because at 18 I’d had enough of formal learning for a while, and partly because I wasn’t attracted to any particular branch of study. If I want to go later, well, there's time. 

Before the lockdowns, I flew over to England to spend a couple of days with some friends who went up to Cambridge. Cambridge is a beautiful old English university….I guess it’s comparable to the Ivy League universities in America, but much, much older. If I ever go to Uni, I would love it to be here! Oak panelled rooms, lawns, buildings built by Henry VIii….its all rather lovely! 


Mary Ann (who likes to be called Tig) is studying medicine, and invited me for a tour. I didn’t look too closely in the anatomy lab. There were suspicious-looking lumps lying under grey sheets! She is at the end of her second year, and apparently under the sheets are the bodies they learn anatomy on. As they work, the bits they’ve used are taken away…..she desperately wanted to show me ‘her’ body, but I’m afraid my stomach wouldn’t have stood it! 

Even so, the tour (apart from that) was superb. Medical schools…even old ones like this….aren’t places of gloom and doom. Cambridge itself is delightful, and we hired a punt and took to “the backs” which, apparently is what the Cam is called as it goes past the backs of the old colleges. Kings College from the river is a very well known sight. 

Overnight guests in college are prohibited, so there had to be a little subterfuge to get me into her room for the night. I liked that….trying to avoid the bowler hatted porters as they patrol the grounds. Tig also has a “bedder” who makes the bed and cleans the rooms, but apparently a £10 note in a pocket would be enough to make her very shortsighted and short memoried. Tig had never had cause to prove this before, but some of her friends had! 

Now, Tig is straight and way too into her studies to want or need a boyfriend. Too many med students drop out because they get romantically involved….or pregnant! Not for Tig. She has a mind as sharp as the scalpels she uses every day. 

But her room only has a single bed! Sleeping on uneven oak floors isn’t my idea of fun and fortunately she didn’t ask me to. 

Wedged into her single bed was fun. It reminded me of our school sleepovers. (Not all of us had massive king sized beds. 

Oh, one more thing…..central heating in old Cambridge colleges seems to have two settings. Hot and fucking boiling. I wondered why she only had a thin top sheet. 

With two of us rammed in her bed, and the heating, even though it’s summer, blasting away, it was a very sweaty night. Tig smelled absolutely panty-wettingly fucking sensational, and my clit responded to the challenge immediately. I wondered if, maybe, I could…..

Just as I was about to sneak a hand down, Tig sat up in bed and took her bra off. Like me, she is a member of the itty bitty titty brigade. Then, with a little more wriggling, off came her undies which she left in the bed. I don’t think she actually fully woke up! She rolled away from me and with a long sigh (and a cheeky little fart) went back to full sleep mode. 

By now the sheet was long discarded which left two girls lying covered in sweat on the bed, one of whom was naked and the other (me) in just my panties…..and Tig’s panties scrunched up on the bed between us, but partly under her waist. 

A couple of gentle tugs which resulted in her squirming a few times, and I had them! My back was pressed against an oak panelled wall and there was about three inches max between my front and Tig’s back. One hand brought her panties to my face, the other snaked down into my waistband and to my clit. This would be….COULDNT be an all-out fingering session. I would have to have an under the radar wank.

Fuck me, but Tig smelled amazing! That light, feminine scent on her undies, girl sweat, and a hint of pee…..exactly my favourite. Inhaling her and sucking her off her panties which were still warm AND moist was heaven, and the orgasm built rapidly…..too rapidly. I had to keep stopping and starting, but then that’s edging, isn’t it, which only made things worse when I couldn’t hold on any longer and I had to cover my cum with a very unconvincing series of coughs. Fuck, but it was a good cum though….a really good one! Sometimes, secret comes are the best. 

“I bet you enjoyed that, you dirty slut” Tig’s voice rolled into the night and as for me….busted. Well and truly fucked. She rolled onto her back and said “Well, I might as well find out what I’m missing.” She took my hand and placed it between her legs. I guess two years of no sex…….well, any port in a storm eh? 

This presented me with a problem though. I’m used to having sex with girls who have had sex with girls before. Tig hasn’t. Do I kiss her? Do I go down on her? Does she just want me to rub her off? Do I make a complete ass of myself by asking her what she’d like? Fucketty fuck fuck bollocks. 

I began my gently massaging her clit, then I gave her a light peck on the lips. She responded to this, and soon it was full on snogging with tongues, and Tig sighing and moaning into my mouth. (Fuck that turns me on though!) Next stop was her boobs. She didn’t object as I sucked each nipple in turn, but I really wanted to taste her cunt. I hinted at it by kissing down to her belly button. She could either stop me, or not.

She didn’t. I got up to a kneeling position and that allowed Tig to spread her legs. I was just at her mound when she stopped me. (Fuuuuuck! So near, yet so far) “Hey! I’ve seen the movies. Aren’t I supposed to suck you at the same time? Get up here, bitch.” So panties now discarded, My knees straddled her head and my head delved between her open legs. She tasted heavenly! And I mean heavenly. Her wetness flooded my tongue, and I swallowed her greedily. 

At first, all I could feel was her breath on my wetness. I didn’t mind. It’s a big step, going down on another girl for the first time, and it’s not for everyone. Tig is made of sterner stuff though. Whether she went down of me because she felt she should, or because she really wanted to I’m not sure. All I know is I felt her tongue run over my clit a few times before burying itself in my hole. She withdrew it only to say “I want to tongue fuck you while I cum my load in your mouth.” Heavenly music to my ears. 

Tig came violently. No other word to describe it. It lasted a long time as well. Then I did something I have only ever done once before. I faked an orgasm. I knew damn well that if I had let myself cum, I would have squirted, and maybe more besides. I really didn’t want to pee in Tig’s mouth, so I gave a really good impression of a cum. 

Afterwards, she said “That was my first time with another girl.” What does one say to that? I let it hang there for a while before I felt her take a deep breath in. “It won’t be my last.” 

Throughout the night, we chatted about girl/girl sex, and I shared all my experiences with her. Nothing I said seemed to put her off, even when we talked about squirting and peeing. As Dawn kissed the Windows, Tig wanted to see if she could squirt too. I know a way that makes it happen every time…if, that is, it’s ever going to happen. I knelt between her legs placed two fingers inside her and finger fucked her violently…..really violently. Tig had already told me not to stop no matter what happened, and I obeyed her. Even when she said “Oh stop…I’m gonna…” it didn’t matter. Tig squirted all over my arm and my tummy. She told me later she had never had an orgasm like that. 

I convinced her to go commando the next day and we wandered around Cambridge both of us getting more and more horny as the day went on. I packed my little bag to leave and I knew there was something on her mind. “Would you mind….er….I mean could we…..”

And so we did. This time, I got to slowly undress her, kissing her all the way, and made love with her. No, not just “had sex”, this was softer, more gentle, and utterly fulfilling. 

So, duly packed, I took a cab to the airport and boarded my flight home, not knowing that a lockdown would be announced the next day! 

Back home, I dumped the contents of my bag onto my bed and found an a4 envelope in there. In the envelope was a sandwich bag tightly sealed and evacuated of air. In it were two pairs of Tig’s panties, and one of the dirtiest letters I’ve read for a very long time. 

Have I ‘converted’ Tig? God, how I hate that expression. No! Of course I haven’t. The girl had been without physical contact for two fucking years. She knew damn well she was in bed with a bisexual girl, and one who had just masturbated using her panties! She just needed some physical sex. If I’d have been a guy, she would have had me fuck her. I have no doubt whatsoever that Tig went back to her celibate state the day after I left. 

But at least she knows now that oranges are not the only fruit.

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