Luke

“A twelve-week placement starting twentieth June, finishing on ninth September. You have to register at the halls, at the Laurea University of Applied Sciences in Espoo, Finland over the weekend before.

“Espoo, Finland?” Tina asked.

“Finland? You got it? Fucking nice one, man!”

“Sweetie?”

“Yeah, thanks, I suppose, Rob. Just feels like some fucker is laughing at me.

“Tina, this is the prime placement for any students in Europe, with an interest in electrical engineering, specifically those wanting to specialise in micro-electronics. They make TVs but recently have been working on this mobile phone thing. Personally, I think it’s a non-starter, but the technology behind it is state of the art,” said Rob, the seer.

“You say it’s the prime placement? How many people apply?”

“Well, there’s two from this house, sorry, Rob. Overall, there are hundreds from the UK alone, probably thousands from Europe. There are only fifteen places; five are reserved for Scandinavian students, so ten for us non-Vikings.”

Tina hugged me, “That’s fantastic! Why is someone laughing?”

“Just feels after all that shit over Christmas, we stood up brushing ourselves down and he came along saying and now we’re going to split you up for three months.”

“Sweetie, it’s only three months and unless you have other plans, we’re not splitting up. Then you’ll look back and wonder what you were worried about. I could come and visit. I quite fancy going to Scandinavia.

“How did Rob and Sam put it? ‘Don’t be an arsehole’, it’s a great opportunity and I’m glad you applied before we got together, because, I suspect you would not have and not even mentioned it to me.”

“Way to go, firecracker,” said Rob as he got up, laughing.

Tina whispered, “Imagine how much we’ll miss each other. Imagine how in need of relief we’ll be.”

Tina took my hand and stood up, “Now, if you’ll excuse us, gents, Luke and I need to discuss this in more detail.”

I looked at Matt and Andy and just shrugged my shoulders, while they grinned.

“In, sit!”

As I walked past Tina, she pushed my mouth shut and smiled, as a counterpoint to how she had just spoken. I did as I was told, curious about where she was going with this. She closed the door, walked over, stood in front of me and said nothing. After about thirty seconds of staring at each other in silence, Tina raised her eyebrows at me.

“Don’t look at me like this, you wanted to be in charge, do it.”

She hesitated and said, “Hmm, can I trust you?”

“That’s a turnabout; it’s usually ‘trust me’. Of course, you can trust me.”

I had barely finished when she took a step, jumped and lifted her legs, my arms went out without thinking. I gathered Tina from the air and pulled her back to my lap.

“That was a bit bloody dodgy.”

“With you to catch me? Never. So, what’s all this looking miffed when you have been offered the best placement possible, from the sounds of it? Yes, we are both a bit raw from what happened over the New Year, but the world keeps turning. Come June, it will be but a distant memory,” Tina tried to reassure me.

“When you do your yoga or gym work, do you ever hurt yourself?” I asked.

“I’ve pulled the odd muscle, why?”

“You know it will get better, but it doesn’t stop it hurting. Like you say, we’re raw, this just felt like someone prodding a bruise."

“Did Sam tell you I’d have quiet moments?” Tina nodded, “Letting you read the letter let me have a quiet moment, to dump that slump into the right box. We’re good.” Tina pulled my chin around and stared me in the eyes, “Hmm, you’ll do.”

“I’ll do? Cheeky bitch. You steal my side of the bed, a bunch of my storage space and then say, ‘you’ll do.’ Charming.”

“Okay, Mr Evans, I’m still in charge,” Although I was being told, I still nodded my assent.

“Good, I’m going to take a shower. No, you are not coming. When I return, you’re going for one, because just like me, you are smelly and no doubt sweaty after that drive. You will take no less than ten minutes in the shower. Understood?”

“Yes, boss.”

Tina laughed and jumped off my lap, stripping with no hesitation, no shyness, but also no teasing or sensuality, this was purely functional. She slipped on her robe and disappeared through the door.

Ten minutes later, she strolled back into our room. Stole my side of the bed? More like stole my room. When she dropped her robe off her shoulders, she had my towel wrapped around her.

She smiled a little sheepishly and said, “Sorry, the one thing I forgot.”

I didn’t say anything and with thoughts of taking that towel back, I retrieved my spare from my drawer and went for my own shower. I had clocked the time on the way past the living room and noticed that it was nine minutes later when I returned; I smiled to myself and thought, 'Just the little victories, Luke, just the little ones.'

“I said no less than ten minutes in the shower; it has only just ticked past ten minutes in total.”

I thought, 'Fuck, so much for the little victories.' What I said was, “Sorry, boss.”

“Hmm, fine, seeing as I’m stuck with you, I’ll let you off. This time.”

Tina stood and unwrapped my towel from around her… forget all victories, I had lost this war. She dropped it to the floor. I looked at my discarded towel, then slowly looked up, starting at Tina’s feet. I don’t think I have ever had a thing for feet, but Tina’s were dainty, her toenails were not coloured, but they shined, so I guess she had put a varnish on, the same with her fingernails.

Moving up, from her work in the gym, she did not have skinny legs, they curved beautifully. Both calf muscles stood out from behind, narrowing to her knees, then her thighs curved out before narrowing at the top of her legs, leaving a small triangle of empty space below her crotch.

She had kept her privacy by putting on my Christmas present, the straps of which sat over her hips. Proportionally, she had wide hips and her bum curved out nicely from her body. It was firm, with no hint of fat. She had a tiny waist, smaller than one of my thighs, which had a single slight shadow down the centre, separating the two muscle groups.

Her waist opened out to her trim chest, with her beautiful and sensitive tits protruding at the front. When I removed the other part of my present, I knew I would be greeted with two more protrusions, as her nipples, when erect, stood out a good half-inch or more.

Tina was doing much the same to me as I was to her, though I couldn’t see that she would be quite as lecherous as me. When we had finished looking each other over, she walked over and put her hands flat on my chest and looked up. I put my arms around her and bent and kissed her.

“How controlled can you be, Luke?”

“You’ve seen me, our first night, after dancing, I was desperate to do what you asked. The afternoon in the shower, when we reconnected, I was torn between the pure connection we did and sorry, fucking the shit out of you.” I don’t think she minded too much as she giggled when I said this.

“Then there were those wonderful sessions with your ex when every cell in my body was screaming to hurt him, I remained in control and I am sure you’ve seen more than once, on the pitch, I’ve come close.” I finished.

Tina tugged at the waistband of my towel, dropping it to the floor.

“Good, because you are not to touch me, understood?” I nodded and let go of her waist, curious to see where this was going.

“First,” she started, “I want to get something straight. My side, of our bed, is what you keep warm for me. Our bed is in our room. You were the first to use ‘our’ in relation to all this; I’m just taking it and running with it.”

She took my hand and placed it on her left boob, but not touching the nipple. The look she gave told me, this was part of the ‘control’ she spoke of. I licked my lips, as she placed her hand on me mirroring mine, I could feel her heart beating under my hand, she must have felt mine.

Tina moved her hand a bit, then said, “Is it theft where there is a fair exchange?”

I shook my head and she said, “So you can’t say that I stole your heart.”

I held her hand in place, leant forward and kissed her, “Sometimes, I refuse to control myself.”

Tina smiled and put her hand over mine on her chest and said, “Ready to continue?” I just smiled and nodded, but didn’t remove my hand from her.

The hand on my chest became just her index finger, that she drew a line down the centre of my body with. As she went past my belly button, there was one part of me that I had no control over. It was throbbing in anticipation of her keeping a straight line. I could feel her nail along every millimetre she touched. When it reached the end, she reached around me, grasping it firmly and turned her back to me. I sneaked a quick stroke of one of her nipples as she turned and was rewarded with a slight shudder.

Tina

Was I going to do this? If I were truthful, I was scared, I knew Luke would be gentle and allow me the space to work through this. He would also guide me and encourage me. I had no doubt he would encourage me, that thought made me smile.

It was amusing, knowing I had full control of him, I could steer him where I wanted. I could do that without holding him, but there was a certain thrill knowing that he trusted me with his most sensitive spot and had not flinched or questioned when I took hold of it and started to walk away. It made me smile that, like a naughty schoolboy, when told not to touch, although overtly he complied, he slipped in a sneaky touch, when it could seem like an accident.

When I was standing next to the bed, about three steps from where we were, I pulled him alongside me. Keeping hold of him, I walked around so I was facing him and the bed, with his back to the bed. Looking him in the eye, I placed both my hands on his chest and when he went to put his arms around me, I raised my eyebrows, which stopped him. I crooked a finger at him when he bent, we kissed our only connection other than my hands, on his chest, were our lips and tongues.

As we paused for breath, I pushed, catching him unawares, he fell back with a grin.

“Don’t tell Andy I was felled by a woman, he’ll think I’m a pussy.”

I smiled back and kicking at the insides of his ankles, moved to the edge of the bed as he parted his legs. I took a deep breath and leant forward, putting my hands on his thighs I kissed his chest. I slowly lowered myself to my knees, kissing further down his body, the lower I got. The other thing that happened, as I got lower, with each kiss, his penis throbbed, making it bounce a little. It was silly, but this made me giggle and I know it was mainly due to nerves.

The bed moved and I looked up at Luke, putting my hand flat on him, to hold it out of the way. He had put his hands behind his head and was looking back, with that damned smile of his. My nerves drained, my fear scurried back into the dark corners it belonged and I felt confident in what I was planning.

Luke raised an eyebrow and said, “This way I won’t be tempted to touch,” he finished by sticking his tongue out.

I eased up the pressure, where I was holding him and lifted my hand so I could curl it around him. I pulled down and then used my other hand until his foreskin was back all the way. I swallowed and leaned in and kissed the underside of his glans. I looked to the side of it, into Luke’s eyes. He raised his eyebrows and put a hand on mine.

“No touching,” I said.

“My rules first,” he replied, “only do what you want.”

“And no more talking.”

I further replied by kissing his hand and then the top of his penis. He had wet his finger before and run that around the tip, so I thought I would try that, but without a finger. I was rewarded with a throb. I licked my lips and tried wetting the rim by pushing them over the end of him and down. This time I was rewarded with a throb and I heard him moan.

Every reaction of his made me feel proud that I was doing a good job. I repeated the three actions a couple of times, looking up at him from time to time, to see the look on his face. It had morphed from his smile to a goofy grin, so I thought I would watch as I tried something else.

I took hold of his balls and kissed the tip of his penis. Then squeezing, just a little, I opened my mouth and took his head into my mouth, this time I did not stop at the rim but pushed further down. I was concentrating on Luke and hadn’t noticed how far I had gone. It touched the back of my mouth, triggering my gag reflex, making me cough and splutter, bringing tears to my eyes.

The look on his face was a beautiful mix of lust and panic; he looked ready to stop me, so I waved him back. I took a breath and started again, this time I concentrated on what I was doing. I could feel him throb against my tongue, hear him moan, occasionally he would lift his hips a little, then remembered to behave and dropped back. After several minutes of this, he put his hand on my cheek. When I looked at him, his face was again torn.

Neither of us moved for a second, then he gripped himself at the end of his shaft, he pushed up with his hips and I could feel him swell and throb more than previously, his legs tensed and squeezed against me. Then nothing more happened, so I lifted off of him and squatted back on my heels, looking at him curiously.

Luke

I was about to cum, but I didn’t know how Tina would react, her rules were no touching or talking, so how was I to warn her. I decided that the touching rule was sexual touching, so a hand on the cheek would be alright. When she just paused and looked at me, I was on the cusp, no more action and I should be okay, falling back from the brink. The little minx, she flicked her tongue along the bottom of the helmet a couple of times, while we looked at each other.

I had a couple of choices, pushing her head back or kicking her away were not options. A hand on the back of the head, driving myself into her throat, was not really an option either. It was fraught with danger, not only to my dick if she bit down, but to our relationship and any future blowjobs.

I went for what I thought was safest overall, I took hold of the base of my dick and squeezed hard, blocking the tube and stopping my cum. As my orgasm washed over me, Tina kept her mouth in place and looked at me, then rocked back onto her heels.

“I was going to cum.”

“And?”

“And I didn’t know what the rules were. Come here.”

Tina crawled up, somewhere between next to me and on top of me. She straddled my thigh and rested a hand on my chest, which she put her chin on. Her hip was close to my groin and she started to play absently with one of my nipples.

“You said no touching or talking, but I wanted to warn you. I don’t know what you’re supposed to do at that point.” I paused, “You’re the first to take me that far like that.”

Tina smiled at this and said, “Maybe you should have let it run its course, then I would be the first to go all the way.”

“I’ve heard and had comments about all of it being a filthy act. Those that didn’t say that, seem to think the end part is filthy and as we hadn’t said anything, I wanted to be cautious. Shut up, I know!” When I had said ‘cautious’ Tina had raised an eyebrow at me.

“Here,” I leant my head up and she strained forward and kissed me. “You are a sweet sensitive man, but remember I’m not fragile, you won’t break me, not that easily.”

“Oh, for fuck's sake, Tina!” She had run a fingernail along my dick and over the helmet, “Everything’s still really sensitive.”

“So, what do you do now? Does it recede or does it flood out when you let go?”

“Ermm, it seems to vary. Guess it depends when you catch it.”

“So to stop it, I just grip around the bottom?”

“I think it’s just blocking the tube,” Tina gripped, possibly tighter than I did.

“Like this?” I nodded, “Let go then, let’s see if it works.”

I did and nothing happened, Tina giggled, as she looked down at it.

“Now, I have complete control! Rules back in place.”

I narrowed my eyes, Tina smirked and then I could feel her releasing the pressure and knew, this wasn’t going to be a time that it receded.

She pushed herself up until she was sitting on my thigh, though I could feel her feet on my shins, this meant all her weight was on my leg. At this realisation, I looked at her, just as she moaned and closed her eyes.

“Oops, sorry, the task in hand,” she said.

Tina put her free hand under the end of my dick, released the pressure a little more and let me trickle out, into her palm.

“Was one of your worries about me having this in my mouth?” I nodded.

“You know there wasn’t a strong flavour before; it’s more about the consistency. I’ve tried oysters, this is easy.”

Tina put her palm to her mouth and sucked my cum from it. For my part, I lay open-mouthed, which in hindsight might not have been such a great idea. Tina giggled and dropped onto me kissing me and sliding her tongue into my mouth and then I felt it, as it rolled over my tongue, to the back of my throat. She hesitated, looking for my reaction, all I could see in her eyes was mischief and could do nothing but burst out laughing.

“I’m so sorry Luke; I thought it would be funny, so I only swallowed half of it. And you did say, it’s yours, so you’d be a shit-head if you didn’t try it.”

“Fine, next time, I’m holding your head in place so you have no option, but to swallow it all.”

Tina slapped my chest, pushed herself a little upright and moaned again. Keeping her eyes closed, she rocked her hips back and forth, softly panting and mewing. I reached out to hold her legs and she pinched me.

“No, touching,” she moaned.

One of her hands pushed up the front of her bra and she started to play with her nipples. Alternating from side to side, twisting, pulling and stroking.

“Hold me,” she moaned.

“You’ll make up your fucking mind.”

“Shh.”

I sat up and held her hips, she pushed her other hand down the front of her knickers. As she leant back, I moved a hand behind her to support her. Her moaning increased as she touched herself, rocked back and forth and I started to flex my thigh muscle. Tina’s feet pulled hard into my shins, her back arched and her head dropped back.

“Oh, god!”

Other than feeling the tension in her muscles as they quivered around my leg and under my hands, she didn’t move. Then everything relaxed, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with passion, not losing contact as I fell back onto the bed.

After a short breather, Tina dropped the rules and my first act was to get rid of her underwear. Don’t get me wrong, she looked fantastic in it, every one of my wet dreams come true, but the fact was, it got in the way. It seemed a long time since we had that session exploring each other, but we had a repeat that night followed by a long slow lovemaking session.

We spooned together and I awoke to Tina, stroking me. We made love again in the morning. We had a late breakfast with the louts, who planned to do very little before training that night, so we joined them.

Tina

Luke dropped me back at the halls on his way to the club; Diane and I were going out for something to eat and a few drinks at the Student Union bar. It was strange that the holiday just past was the first one since we had been friends, that we had not spent a day or night together, just the two of us.

When we got to the bar, we ordered some food and drink and found a table against a wall. Almost immediately, someone came up and asked Diane if they could join us, which she declined.

“Maybe not such a great idea for a chat, baby girl.”

“It’s fine, we can start here, if they get too much, we can get the bug zapper from the kitchen. I’m not going to Luke’s tonight so we can do like we did at school and sleep all tomorrow.”

“Ooh, someone’s turning into a rebel.”

The obvious elephant was Luke’s revelation on New Year's Eve, followed by the visit by Idiot. Diane was curious about how I felt about it, what had happened and what the future held. She, like me, was curious about how Luke bounced back so quickly and made more than a few pointed comments about his relationship with Sam.

“Mind you, I was a bit envious when he took both of you to bed that night,” was one comment.

“Maybe you should have been the one to kick Idiot.”

“Aww, bless you, still so innocent. I meant brother and sister in the same bed,” she couldn’t stop laughing at the look on my face.

The conversation turned to our parents, she now knew both sets and thought Luke’s were great. She did wonder how Luke and daddy got along and wasn’t surprised when I told her about their talk. She was surprised when I told her about what daddy had said on New Year’s Day and how mummy had been over the holiday. She did wonder the way they disappeared after the rugby.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the two slags,” we heard a slurred voice calling out.

We both looked around and saw the person Luke had dealt with the day he asked me out.

“Had your gang-bang yet?” He was walking toward us.

“What’s up? Not so brave now your girlfriends aren’t about? Got nothing to say this time?”

“If I remember correctly, neither of us said anything before,” I said, “It was the players at the club. We could go and ask them.”

“Ha! And they’d all gang up on me, that’d be a silly move.” By now, the barman was watching very closely.

Diane couldn’t help herself, “Deary, this New Year’s Eve, I watched the sister of one them drop someone bigger than you; I honestly don’t think you would worry him."

“But he’s not here now, how’s about we take a walk?”

“How’s about, you take a walk?” The barman had hold of his arm and started guiding him to the door.

“I’m not done with you, I’ll see you.”

“And if you ever cause problems in here again, you will be barred and reported to the Vice-Chancellor,” we heard the barman finish. He came over to check we were okay and offered to walk us out when we left.

I looked at Diane and as I went to speak, she said, “Yes, tell Luke, tell him you don’t want a fuss, but just so he knows. If he had Rob’s personality, I might not, but you can temper him. I’ll tell Rob, but also that he has to follow Luke’s lead as it was your date for the day.”

When we left, there was no sign of him and we walked home, unmolested. We finished our talk about everything that had happened and I slept with Diane that night. She did ask me the next day not to talk so much about Luke when I was asleep, as she felt like a spare part.

Over the next weeks, we went to both home and away matches; this always entailed the eight of us getting together at the house after. There were various games we played after eating, some involved taking clothes off and Luke was right, it was far too intimate knowing everyone so well.

The first time I took my t-shirt off leaving myself in just my underwear, I ran to our room in embarrassment. As I had taken my top off, everyone had remained silent, which was to be expected to a point, as it was my first time. It was Cara’s reaction that made me panic.

“Shit!” she started, “I never realised how diddy you really were!”

There was an audible intake of breath as she said this and I turned.

“Seriously? Have a fucking word!” I heard from Luke as he followed.

I burst into tears as I slammed the door behind me, not noticing Luke there; he closed it quietly and took me in his arms. We didn’t say anything for a while, he just held me keeping me safe.

“You’re beautiful to me, inside and out, top to bottom. I love every inch of you and as far as I’m concerned, that’s all that matters. But you need to love yourself too, I thought you were there.”

“I’m sorry, Luke, I’m more upset that she said it than anything, I like Cara and thought she wouldn’t do that.”

There was a gentle knocking at the door and Diane poked her head in, “Can I come in?

“Baby girl, I think you misunderstood, Cara’s devastated, can she come and explain?”

I looked at Diane then to Luke and nodded my assent. Diane left and Cara entered, closing the door behind her. If not for what Diane had said, I would have thought she was rubbing it in as she only had her bra and knickers on. I could see she had red rims around her eyes. Luke motioned for her to sit on the end of the bed and she reached out and put her hand on my foot.

“Tina, I hope I can still call you that, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean how you took what I said.”

“English would work too,” said Luke.

“Sorry, when I said about you being diddy, I was talking about your frame, your overall size. I think you are beautiful, when you took your t-shirt off, I saw a wonderful pixie emerge. It had nothing to do with your chest. Diane explained you didn’t like how small your tits are and were a little sensitive about my mounds before. It was then that I realised what I had said,” she sniffed.

“You really wouldn’t want tits like these, Andy loves playing with them and I love him for it, but I get hit upon and stared at all the time and I swear they give me backache. When we hit forty, you are going to still look perfect, but when Andy says ‘show me your tit’s’ I’ll have to lift the bottom of my dress.”

We started sniggering and we hugged it out and eventually rejoined the others, though I stole one of Luke’s tops before we went out. Funnily, that was the last time I worried about the size of my boobs, so I do look at it as a positive event. Cara, someone almost neutral, telling me they were perfect, seemed to make the difference. Diane was my best friend and Luke wanted ongoing access, okay, he loved me too, so both had a bias on their side.

It was after we had eaten our dinner, on the first Saturday in March, that Diane got an incredibly smug look on her face.

“I trust that Luke has been brainwashing you sufficiently? And you Matt, have you been working on Rachel?”

 She looked around at each of us and then threw a couple of booklets, from the local theatre, into the middle of the floor.

“I have reserved tickets for thirtieth of April; your season is finished by then. I need to go and pay for them on Monday or they’ll be released. Please, can you let me know and give me the money before lunch on Monday.”

I went with Diane on Monday and paid for eight tickets, concerned with what I had gotten myself involved in.

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