When I first moved away for university I wasn’t the most sexually experienced of girls. I’d had a boyfriend for about six months who I lost my virginity to, but we’d split up just before I moved away. I moved into my flat in early September and was sharing with three girls: Sophia, Katie and Jen. For the first couple of weeks we went out more or less every night, and as much as I got on with Sophia and Katie, me and Jen seemed to be wildly similar in our personalities and clicked better with each other. As she had a smaller room, sometimes when we were coming home from a night out and we were drunk she would end up coming into my room and sleeping in my bed.
I have to admit, Jen was hot as hell. She was about 5’3, like myself, and she was slim and toned but she had been blessed with the most perfect tits. If I had to guess, I’d say she was a 30DD. She had icy blonde hair which fell all the way down her back, and soft, pale skin. All the guys wanted her, all the girls wanted to be her. Until Jen, I’d never looked at a woman before in a sexual way, but I knew I must have been attracted to her because I noticed that whenever she was in my bed, I would end up soaked in between my legs.