Part one of a new bi story. Let me know if it is worth continuing. **************************** So you were out last night. Adam, my room-mates comment was hardly a brilliant insight. We had both started at university just a week ago, found we were sharing, and were so far getting along fine. But there wasnt much privacy, and there was no way either of us could fail to notice if the other was out for a night. And yes, of course he was right I had been out last night. I nodded. I was happy enough for my room-mate to know I had been out. In the past few days we had talked enough to know we were both fully fucking members of the human race, and now I had proved that I wasnt telling fibs. I had got laid, and I didnt mind that he knew it. So was it Fiona? We had been at the same party the previous evening. I didnt see much of him. In fact I didnt see much of anyone. I had spent the first half of the evening chatting up Fiona, and the second half in the age old occupation of snogging. I hadnt realised that Adam had noticed, but then I wasnt surprised he had either. I suppose everyone had chuckled at the couple feeling one another up and kissing. Fiona was a good kisser. She didnt protest when I got a hand on one of her breasts, and it wasnt long before she got a hand on my crotch. We spent a couple of hours on a sofa in a corner that wasnt as dark as we would have liked, pressed close. I was horny. The first rise came dancing close with Fiona early that evening, and while that particular bone subsided as we grappled close on the sofa I was pretty much continuously hard. When her hand undid my fly and groped my brief-covered cock I fought against shooting. My cock is large and thick 8 x 5 and uncut and chicks dig it. I saw Fionas eyes open wide as she felt it. We did some more kissing, and she groped me. Are we going someplace? Having a room-mate I couldnt ask Fiona back to my base, so it really had to be hers. And it turned out she had no room-mate, though she was on the other side of the campus. A twenty minute walk, the obligatory trip to the loo to piss, and Im in her room, door closed. Its a pretty standard fresher students room. Single bed. Desk. Bookcase. Computer. Wardrobe. Chest. A couple of seats. I would have been happy to go to bed, but Fiona had other ideas. She wanted to drink coffee. So did you fuck her? Adams question was blunt. I nodded. Yes we fucked. I was happy for him to know that. What I didnt want him to know was that it was a pretty pathetic fuck. The coffee drinking took for ages. Finally Fiona decided that it was time for sex, so we got down to it. Do you know how long it can take a chick to get out of her clothes? Think of a figure and add an age. And then she wanted to undress me. So theres this pretty awesome naked chick taking off my top and my socks, and finding time to comment on the laundry care label on my sweatshirt (wash dark colours separately I expect that navy would run everywhere). Finally she got me down to my briefs, tented with a full boner, and yes I had leaked so there was a wet spot. And yes she laughed. Then the condom ritual. She wanted to open the packet, then unroll it on my cock. Well fine, but I wish she had got on with it. But yes, I finally fucked her. Missionary. Probably the shortest fuck on record. I had been horny for hours, highly stimulated for the half hour or so of her stripping ritual, and I shot pretty quickly. No, let me be honest. I shot it a time so short it was embarrassing. And of course she didnt orgasm. We went to sleep, and in the morning I thought I might get lucky with a proper fuck. But no luck. I was kicked out (without breakfast), been to classes, and now Adam was asking if I had fucked her. Yes, I fucked her. I paused a moment, and added hard! Adam grinned. So what did you do with her? Ive told you I fucked her! How many times? The truth was once. But somehow I felt that once would sound pretty pathetic. I heard myself say all night. Then Adams question So how many times? and my answer five! Okay mate, spill, what you do? Adam was grinning, and I had just told him that I had fucked her five times. So I made it up. I said that as soon as she had got me to her room she tore my clothes off. That she sucked my cock with me standing, my jeans round my ankles, and I shot a load in her mouth. That she stripped and we did it doggy, the second cum for me and her first orgasm. Then we did it slow and passionate, side by side. Then in the early hours I did it missionary, and brought her to another orgasm. And in the morning I woke up with her straddling me, and she fucked me cowgirl. How this fuck lasted for ages because I had shot so much, and how she had orgasm after orgasm as my pleasure built, and how finally I erupted as she was almost passing out from multi-orgasmic bliss. I told the story well. We were both lying on our beds, both in jeans, and I could see he was boned. But then so was I. I could describe every curve of her body, every lust she showed for my cock, the release of every cum. I could almost believe that Fiona had given me the best sex ever. Adam was flushed, a suggestive bulge in his jeans. Chick I tried to hitch up with was a tease. Spent the whole evening with her, and nothing, not even a grope of tit. Bitch! We laughed. All women were teases and bitches. Women didnt know what men wanted. Then Adam wanted to know why I wasnt seeing Fiona again. I made some lame excuse, but it was pretty obvious my story didnt quite check out. So we abused women pretty thoroughly as teases and bitches. Adam started asking about the first part in my story, the blow job was it any good? Well it got me off. Yes mate, but the vacuum cleaner could get you off you horny bugger. Was it good? Somewhere around then I agreed that the blow job wasnt all that good, and chicks dont know what they are doing. And somewhere around then we both admitted we were horny as fuck right then. And somehow it happened Adam said he could give me a better blow job than Fiona.