Memories
I left home when I was about 20, and found a room in a shared flat above a motorcycle sales and repair shop – it was a real dump, but it was cheap, opposite a good pub, and in a convenient location right next to town.
There were 4 rooms in all; the other 3 rooms were all taken by girls. I had a room on the first floor. Next to me was a Welsh girl of similar age called Julie – she was about 5’6” tall, quite attractive with medium length brown curly hair and a good full figure. She had a boyfriend who was a manager at a local stationary chain. He had apparently just bought a house about 20 miles away, but stayed with her most of the time seeing she lived only a 5 minute drive away from his shop. He kept himself to himself – I got the impression he thought himself a bit better than most. They were engaged with plans to marry.
Above Julie on the next floor was a girl called Jill – she was probably in her mid 30’s, she was a real big piece but lovely with it, very friendly, warm and sociable. I had the feeling she may have been a lesbian but that was just a feeling and was never proved one way or the other.
Next to her was another girl whose name I can’t remember, she was friendly enough but stayed at her boyfriend’s place most of the time, so we didn’t used to see too much of her.
With the two younger girls involved with their partners, I used to spend most evenings with Jill, chatting and sharing numerous bottles of wine. Most of the time we sat in her room because it was furnished and decorated nicely like only girls can, or at least do.
It was about 8 feet wide and 12 feet long. As you walked through the door there was a two seater sofa to the right, and opposite was her double bed. I always used to sit on the sofa; Jill would be opposite sitting on her bed. Her room opened out on to the kitchen, her door was usually left open and most evenings we’d chat and have a laugh with Julie whilst she cooked for ‘Robin’, then come back up to do the washing up.
Over the weeks Julie seemed to spend more and more time with Jill and I – much to the frustration of Robin, who I never saw venture up into the kitchen, rather he would call for her from the floor below.
Anyway, one day Julie came upstairs in her robe, obviously having just finished her bath downstairs. She sat down beside me on Jill’s sofa and the three of us chatted, laughed and had plenty of drinks. Then something totally unexpected happened – Jill fell asleep on her bed – I started shouting at her ‘oi, wake up’ – but Julie hushed me, stood up, quietly closed the bedroom door and literally just dropped her robe off.
Underneath, she was stark naked!
Wow, she did have a good figure, good 36C’s, firm and round with perfect dark pink nipples. Brown curly bush, as was the vogue in the early 80’s.
I can’t remember the exact details from there on in, other than I also got naked and we ended up shagging on the sofa whilst Jill slept.
Not too long after, ‘Robin’ is calling for her, and to the best of my knowledge, for the first time ever, came up the stairs and is banging on Jill’s bedroom door. Julie put her robe back on, I got dressed and Jill woke up. By this time ‘Robin’ had given up and had gone back downstairs – Julie went down too, and then followed an almighty row, which ended up with ‘Robin’ storming out of the flat. Julie didn’t seem the least bit bothered and we carried on what we had started upstairs – only this time in her bed – which, if memory serves correctly, was still a little bit warm!
The funny thing is, at the time it never occurred to me that this must have been a pre-arranged set-up between Jill and Julie, and Jill must have only pretended to be asleep and probably had a great view of our performance.
Anyway, the next day I got home from work and the interconnecting door between our rooms had been opened, washing done, ironing done, carpet hovered (probably the first time in weeks) and dinner made. This was all a bit too cozy for me, and over the next couple of weeks I had to continually tell her we weren’t an ‘item’ and that she should consider going back to ‘Robin’ who was still trying to woo her back. In the end she moved out of the rented flat and in with ‘Robin’…..
…..but,
every Saturday she used to drive ‘Robin’ to work, drop him off and then come and see me. She used to tell me that she had f****d Robin just before taking him to work, I knew she had because she was a bit stinky down there and very sticky, but I didn’t mind!
I’ll be honest with you I wasn’t that into her and wasn’t giving my best performance, but she used to go absolutely wild, and have some of the loudest and longest orgasms I’ve yet to witness, even 30 years on!
I don’t remember any of the sex we had during our two weeks or so ‘together’ – all I remember is the first time and those Saturday mornings – she was definitely getting off on having us one after the other, else she would have washed, at the time it didn’t even mean too much to me, but now I’m older this is a great memory for me – I hope it was interesting for you!
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