A Visit To Tig

Of course it meant I had to step on an aircraft to fly to England which didn’t do me much good. I will never understand how tonnes of aluminium and steel can stay in the sky and I loathe moving in three axis like this. 

As usual when we landed I was wet. Isn’t it strange how horniness and fear seem to be close allies? Perhaps the former tries to subjugate the latter. Who knows? The door to her rooms in college were open and as soon as she heard me on the creaking oak floor outside she ran at me and took a flying leap. Suddenly I’ve got her legs wrapped round me and she’s hugging the breath from me. 

This, I should add, is Tig’s normal way of greeting. Miss Brain didn’t miss a trick though and reminded me that Tig’s vulva was only a layer or two of cotton away and that in this position, her lips would be spread wide. Was there also a faint scent of vaginal Tig…or was Miss Brain really teasing me today? 

She kissed me full on the lips as usual, but for a little longer than ‘just friends’. Then she did it again….and again…each kiss longer than the last until by the third one there was a brief touch of tongues. Oh dear. 

In her rooms she brewed up something that said ‘coffee’ on the jar, but tasted like paint stripper….typical student….(I tried to,offer Tig some financial support but she brushed it aside. “Nah…sure, I’ll be doin’ this on me own.”) when we’re together her Irish brogue really comes to the fore. 

She wasn’t interested in telling me about her studies. No reason for her to. Her professors had recognised the talent, and she had eschewed Cambridges normal three lots of six week terms and worked like a horse throughout the year, something her tutors encouraged. No one will ever see Dr. Tig in a GP surgery. A future of research lies ahead of her, and one day, I’m sure she will save millions of lives. 

So we sat drinking her vile coffee not saying much if anything. I’m used to that with her. It’s either twenty-million words a second or total silence. What I did notice as she sat opposite me was that her knees were opening. Her cheap, charity-shop dress was pale green and threadbare, but under it were a rather cute pair of pale yellow panties. Miss Brain lost no time in reminding me that I’ve been in her panties before, and I got a reminder of how she smells and tastes, and that time she came on my tongue with my finger deep in her bum. 

I felt the ‘squelch’ between my legs as a gout of liquid oozed suddenly from me. And another thing….I’m sure I’ve got built-in zoom lenses in my eyes, because it seemed to me, as I sat staring at her crotch that I could see the wet spot with such clarity. And then, suddenly, it was moving…rippling….all on its own! I shook my head back into the room and saw Tig has her hand between her legs in her panties and was obviously slowly masturbating. 

“Sure, you know the only time I feel feckin’ horny is when yer aroun’ me. Now, would it be too much to ask yers ter get yerself over her an’ feckin’ do me?”

Kneeling on a carpet that has been down there for hundreds of years, I pulled the crotch of Tig’s panties aside which revealed she was now a shaver! A totally hairless vulva, and a very wet one was before me and I leaned in to inhale her intimate scent. I felt her hands on my head drawing me closer and soon I was kissing, then licking her vagina from bumhole to clit. Tig, occasionally, when she’s feeling really raunchy refers to her vulva as her ‘gash’. Crude, yes, but deliciously so. “Feck….I’ve wanted Yer tongue on my gash since Yer were here last. Feckin’ lick me, bitch.” 

It didn’t take long. It was never going to take long. Not only does Tig work every day, she puts in crazy hours and simply doesn’t have time for a sex life….not even masturbation….well, not that Mitch anyway. She came savagely, again my my finger up her bum. Next she raised me up off the floor and lay me on her bed, or, rather over it. My feet were still on the floor. She peels my panties off and now it was she who knelt suplicatively in front of me and proceeded to suck me off. Even as the very first stirrings of an orgasm tingled in my belly I knew I was going to squirt, and squirt big time. It was only fair to warn her, even though vocalising the thought brought me almost to the edge. ‘Tig….ooh fuck…..Tig I’m going to….squirt…..hard.” Tig looked up for the briefest second to say “Feckin’ piss on me if yer want to.” And dived back to her task. I felt her wet finger worm it’s way up my bum hole and that was it. The next few minutes join the many hours lost in the oblivion of an orgasm. 

Somehow, when I came too, we were naked on her bed. Tig, like me, has micro-tits, and together, they’re pubeless, we looked like a couple of adolescent girls playing at being lesbians. Except we weren’t playing. 

The kissing began again and we felt for each other’s crotches. We then proceeded to wank one another off. Maybe we were subliminally acting something out. It must have looked so innocent if anyone was watching. 

We could easily have stayed there all afternoon, but we had an appointment. Eve and Ravenscroft are academic robemakers, and I was going to buy Tig’s academic robes for her graduation. So, I pulled my dress back on, and Tig chose a dry one (I’m afraid I’d soaked the one she had been wearing) and she was about to get some panties out of her drawer but I stopped her and talked her into going commando with me. “Sure aren’t I still leaking? “I said she certainly was, and that was part of the buzz and to trust me. 

As we walked to the store, she kept saying “Hey, Anna, I’m sure people can smell my gash.” I told her I bloody well hope so and that she would be responsible for quite a few wanks this afternoon. Men passing her might not realise it was her, but they’d have a vague sense of female sex and that would be enough. 

The guy in Eve and Ravenscroft was a bit snotty until he caught site of my platinum American Express card, and then the full five-star customer service came out. About fucking time too. They make the bulk of their money out of students, and how dare they look down their noses at them! 

We didn’t go straight back to Tig’s room, although I think she desperately wanted to, but we did go clothes shopping, which, of course, meant trying things on, which in turn meant the two of us, in a cubicle stark naked. We tried on the dresses first and made two piles of accepted and rejected and then, I picked the moment well. We were both naked, and I made advances to her. “We can’t! Not here! People will hear us!” 

“Better make sure you don’t make any noise then!” 

I held her to me and kissed her deeply. I felt her relax against me and her hand curved round my bum. I whispered “I’m going to make you wet this floor. By the time I’m done, girl cum will be running down your fucking legs.” 

I had her ride my thigh for a while and then dropped to my knees. I think I’ve said this before, but orgasms standing up are different to those lying down. I used the cotton belt from my dress to tie Tig’s wrists together then hooked them over a clothes hook. Then I dropped to my knees and ordered her “Spread your fucking legs, bitch.” 

I found out the first time we ever had sex just how aroused she gets, especially if there’s vulgarity involved. It’s like she shuts her sexuality away until I come along with the key to the room and let it out to play. Once the door to the playroom is unlocked, it’s a free-for-all. 

I pushed a solitary finger up her and looked up, directly into her eyes. “Tig, I’m going to suck your gash. I’m going to make you spurt into my mouth, and then, sweetie, I’m going to swallow everything you give me. Girl cum…(lick) pee….(lick)…everything.”

Tig whispered that the curtain wasn’t quite closed and that there was a girl in the opposite cubicle that might see. My last words before burying my face in heaven were “I know.” 

Two fingers up her vagina, and the thumb from my left hand, lubricated with my own wetness up Tig’s bum. The occasional dirty comment. “It’s like being fucked in both holes, isn’t it?”….”Maybe I should just walk away now…leave you tied up here, naked and wet.’…..”Maybe the girl opposite will come over and finish you off?” 

Tig bit her lip so firmly she drew blood. I could see the orgasmic convulsion on her tummy as well as feel them up her cunt and bum. When I let her down, she had trouble walking. I paid for the clothes and we went back to her rooms. 

Cambridge is, s you may know, and ancient university. As such its central heating in some colleges has two settings. On and on, while south-facing rooms like Tig’s attain tropical temperatures, even with the windows flung wide. So we ended up naked on her bed again. We talked, partly about her studies and what was next for her, most of which I couldn’t understand. Then, for a while we were silent. Tig broke the silence by saying “Well….look at us. We might be 13 again.” Then something happened. Tig doesn’t talk about her home life much, so I was shocked when she said “I was 13 when my brother touched me. I think I led him on coz sure, wasn’t I always running around topless…..or naked. I knew my body was changing an’ I felt somethin’. Somethin’ in me needed….oh I don’t know, something. Anyway, Mark came into my room one afternoon, and just sat beside me. We didn’t say anything because he knew what he’d come for, an’ well, I wanted what he’d come for. He touched my boobs, an’ then went fer my gash. I opened my legs for him an’ he gave me my first orgasm. But I wasn’t done. I unzipped him an’ he showed me how ter wank him off. I remember him spurtin’ an thinkin’ this is the stuff that get’s a girl pregnant. It only happened once.” 

For Tig, this was quite a revelation. What she said next though made it really sad. “I really wish my first experiences were like yours…you know….with girls.” 

We were both lying on our sides facing one another and gently stroking each others sides. Miss Brain pulled out something truly inspired. 

“Hey Tig. D’you think our boobs will get any bigger? I mean…we’re only 13….there’s time, right?”

A look of pure gratitude spread across her face as she instantly hopped on board the role play bus. 

“Dunno….some of our friends are already way bigger. An’ what about pubes? We don’t have any yet.”

“Nah, but who want them? Sticky, yucky things that they are.”

(Pause)

“Anna….have you ever…you know…touched yerself?”

“Huh? Yeah, all the time, when I shower an….”

“No. I don’t mean when you shower, I mean….like this.”

She reached for me so slowly, so innocently and gently. I knew she was acting out something she dearly wished had happened when she was a teenager, and I was privileged to go along for the ride. 

I let my legs part for her. “Oohhh….what…..what are you doing?”

“There. That bit there. It’s called the clitoris, or clit. It’s supposed ter make Yer feel good. Umm….do Yer want ter touch mine?”

I made myself explore her like I did with other girls all those years ago. 

“Like this?…..ooohh Tig! You’re so wet.”

“Yeah. You too. Feels good doesn’t it?”

We kept on gently rubbing clits but something told me not to finger her. What she needed was innocent, virgin exploration.

“Should we….kiss?” Her suggestion, gently put as it was brooked no refusal so our lips brushed, then we were kissing openly. 

I felt when she was close. How, I don’t know. Maybe it was her breathing, maybe I could sense her heart rate. “Tig…I…I think you’d better stop. I feel like I’m gonna pee.”

‘Sure, that’s fine. That’s just an orgasm. Go with it…and please….don’t stop what you’re doin’ ter me. Let’s cum together.”

And so we did. Our lips fluttering together in little half grown-up kisses, and I knew I had helped lay a ghost for Tig. I think she desperately wished she had explored with a girl way earlier than me. I think she wanted her first cum to be with another girl. And now, if only in role play. I had fulfilled that need. That desire. 

I felt oddly relaxed on the flight home. Then again, I’d had sex with Tig multiple times, persuaded her to get it on with me if not in public, then in semi-public, been privileged to hear about something that happened in her youth, and fulfil a long held desire. 

Not a bad day, all in all. 

Oh, before I go, and this will sound weird, since I squirted heavily when Tig made me cum in her rooms, there is part of me in Cambridge now. My essence will have soaked into those ancient floorboards and be part of that historic University forever. Something in that really appeals to me. I would have loved to have gone to a University, especially one steeped in history like that. Emily and I have talked over me going to Uni, but there’s no real need. I am doing ok with my business, and I don’t need a degree. Plus, I don’t think I’d react well learning to do something I already do well. 

Still….at least now I have a permanent link with Cambridge.