I was going to save the world starting right now. I’d take the train rather than the plane to university. I mean it couldn’t be that difficult could it? I hadn’t actually ridden on one before but when I read how much carbon dioxide I’d save by taking the train there was no question about it. Besides it ran city centre to city centre on Tuesdays and Thursdays, well it had when I’d looked it up.

Dad of course raised his eyebrows and asked if they still used steam? Mom told him not to tease me. Anyway studying physics I probably would want to examine a steam engine. I thought maybe, but not too closely, after all I didn’t want to get my nails dirty. Mom was great we went through my entire wardrobe working out what I’d need, mainly practical clothes like jeans and tops, but with one or two elegant sort of things we’d found on sale or at the consignment store. She even dug out a long skirt for me from the back of her closet that she’d worn at University. She had that reminiscing look in her eye so I didn’t have the heart to tell her no one but no one worn things like that these days. I mean to say I couldn’t possibly wear anything longer than six inches above the knee could I?

When we got down to the Railway station it was quite different. No security to go through or anything. We sort of rolled up carried the bags onto the train and that was it. Oh and mom pressed a gift wrapped parcel in my hand as I said good bye on the platform and an envelope on top. I waved bye to her and we were off. It was really sweet of her to give me a card and present like that.

I opened the package first, beautifully wrapped set of frillies in tissue hopelessly impractical with a note from mom saying I should have some clothes that weren’t chosen simply to be practical, and if I wore them underneath something so only I knew I was wearing them they’d give me confidence, typical mom thoughtfulness. After I just mopped my eyes I opened the card it said “best of luck love Mom and Dad.” There were two fifty dollar bills in for mad or taxi money. I bet Dad had never even seen the card still the thought was nice. On the other side it just said “In case of need” then Jeff with an address. Strange I thought. Oh well I got my mp3 player out and settled down to read a book in my window seat. Across the isle this weird bearded old guy pulls out a portable CD player and pulls his ears straight when he inserted his ear buds. I mean can you imagine it? The CD player was just so 90s. He was even sitting in the isle seat when the window seat next to him was empty.

Actually he was quite nice when bored with my book I talked to him an hour or two later. I took pity on him, after all Mom had given me enough food for an army so I shared it with him. At first he didn’t want to accept but eventually he did. He actually was some sort of maths guy, a quant I think he called himself. He was still weird but sort of nice with it if you know what I mean. When the attendant came down the car to announce diner he asked for a table for four. I looked at him “Well you treated me so I’m treating you, and we’ll take the two blondes with us for chaperones.” I looked to where he was looking at two other students sat chattering two seats ahead. It was kinda odd we stopped by the two other students on the way and invited them along, real table cloths and a very attentive waiter who was dismissed with “We’ll have my usual Henry thanks”. He drew us out about what we would be studying and we merrily chatted on. When the bill came I wanted to pay my share so as not to feel under an obligation but he just said I’d provided lunch so dinner was his treat. When the other two girls looked at each other he mentioned that by coming as a group of four at least he could be certain of whom he would be dining with. “Amtrak rules if you are dining alone you can get placed with other people to make up a table of four.” Whatever.

About ten pm he got up from his seat. “Fancy a bed rather than the seat for tonight? You’ll sleep better.” I hesitatingly followed him to a sleeper with two bunk beds. “Yours is the top if you want it.” I felt safe with him so I climbed up with my bag and changed into my nightdress under the covers. Next thing I knew it was morning and the attendant was knocking on the door. I looked around but there was just me, his bags had gone as well. He must have sneaked off in the night, hope he’d paid the bill. There was a note stuck on the mirror. “The bunks come with a free breakfast so just take the voucher down to the dining car. Larry”. What to wear? I decided I needed all the confidence boosting I could get to get me through the first day so I dressed in my new frillies. The stockings sort of creased around the knee, not a lot but just a little so eventually I covered them up with mom’s wrap around skirt. Breakfast had orange juice, eggs, sausage, toast and coffee and a business man whose jaw dropped when he glanced at me, I looked coolly at him and promptly rearranged my wrap over skirt that had slipped and was showing rather more thigh than was respectable. I mean I’d seen guys do it before but never at me. It gave me a warm glowing feeling inside at the complement.

My station got called so I climbed down and lifted my heavy bags out. I hadn’t thought about actually carrying them when I’d packed, just how much extra I could carry compared to a plane, and I’d been determined to take advantage of every available ounce. Where do knights in armour hide when you need them? I’d even pushed one leg out to accidentally uncover a bit of thigh but his wife came along at that moment and hurried him away. Eventually I made do with a trolley and pushed it slowly to the station door.

There was an elegant personal assistant type balanced on high heels was scanning the crowds waving a white card with someone’s name written on it. Now why didn’t I have money so that some one would meet me like that instead of some elderly businessman? I looked again the name look familiar “ Victoria Taylor” that was me. As I approached her our eyes met. “I’m Victoria Taylor but I wasn’t expecting to be met.” “Mr. Fitch asked me to meet you he thought you might need some assistance.” “Mr. Fitch?” “Mr. Larry Fitch, he has a beard?” “Oh him he was on the train yesterday and we got chatting.” She held out her hand “I’m Jennifer Brown one of Mr. Fitch’s personal assistants.” She asked me how my trip had been so far and we did the small talk thing as we walked to her Honda and threw all my bags in after folding seats in odd ways.

We sat in the car and she pulled out an application form for a bursary would I like to fill it in? I read it through and filled in a few details before scribbling my signature at the bottom. “Did you say one of Mr. Fitch’s personal assistants? How many does he have?” “Just the three of us.” I looked blankly at her. “Do you have your letter of offer and a driver’s license then I can process this on line now.” I handed over the required documents. “Oh you’d no idea who he was then?” “No he was just some one sitting on the train close by I felt sorry for so I shared my lunch with him.” She clapped her hands together “Oh priceless. Without going into too many details he’s fairly well off.” “Why does he travel by train then?” “Well the insurance company doesn’t like him flying, he can’t stand airline food even in first class, he likes his privacy, and most importantly of all he can talk to us at any time when he travels. It’s difficult to explain, perhaps if I tell you I book him two seats, a plus a double berth, and a meal for four does that begin to explain it a little better?” I thought for a moment or two “And I noticed when we ate in the dining car the food we were served was different to the others.” “We have a small arrangement with the chef.” I was shocked. I was even more shocked when she pulled out bands of notes from her hand bag and asked me to sign a receipt for the bursary.

“You’re being very generous.” “Oh don’t worry it’s all tax deductible. Mr. Fitch is usually a very private person and I was surprised when he mentioned he’d been talking to you.” “I noticed he seem a bit reluctant to talk until I waved a chicken leg at him. So you mean you thought you’d better check me out.” “Well yes, but you’re fine, no demerit points or anything.” She had the grace to blush “Well I couldn’t ask you for your driver’s license straight out now could I?” “So I get a $5,000 bursary in cash so you could get a peek.” “Well to be frank it’s the first time anything like this has ever happen and he say he enjoyed your company. Where do you want to be dropped off?” I pulled out the card from my bag and handed her Jeff’s address.

Suburbia, no way was I going to walk to uni from here. I got out, it was still quite early and rang the bell. I had my second jaw drop of the day. “April?” “No that’s my mom’s name. She scribbled your address down for me as some one to look up when I arrived at uni. I’m Tori as in Victoria.” He looked shaken “Come in.” he invited. “Can I drop my bags off here till I get sorted?” He nodded so I turned back to the car and lifted out the bags. He picked up the heaviest and looked at me. “How much extra did they charge you for overweight baggage?” “I came by train to save the carbon dioxide.” “Just like your mother. It can’t be twenty years surely.” This more to himself than any one else.

We got my bags inside and I gave him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. He smelt rather nice. “So how did you meet mom?” The reminiscing look I’d seen on mother’s face appeared. He started, “It was early in the first term, my birthday and I’d brought a bottle of wine at the bar to celebrate. We were at one of the social clubs and she helped me drink it. Then we were a number all the rest of our time there.” Cool one of mom’s old flames. It seemed odd to think of my respectable mom having an old flame but on reflection I thought better of her for it. “So what happened?” “Oh we graduated, and I took a job offer in the Middle East and your mother had one somewhere else. I think I heard on the grapevine unlike me she married a few years later, then I suppose you came along.”

I had this really wicked thought, you know how the articles in the magazines had said that going out with your sister’s boyfriend was a no no even though she probably has the same tastes as you, and you should think twice before going out with a girl friend’s old flame but they hadn’t said anything about mother’s unmarried old flames now had they. I mean mom’s tastes and mine were quite similar apart from her ideas about suitable clothes and times I had to be in. I looked at Jeff with more interest now and caught him looking at my ankle. I glanced down, the dirty old man getting aroused by an ankle, even if my stockings were just the tiniest bit wrinkled. I swivelled and let my skirt accidentally fall open as I bent forward to pick up the mug of coffee he’d made. I wondered if he remembered the skirt on my mom? I didn’t need to look at him to feel his eyes on my stocking tops. I could get to like this feeling of power over men. Hey girl no time like the present, I scooted up and planted myself on his lap and kissed him on the lips. He kept his lips together for the first kiss but opened up to me when I kissed him a second time.

He slipped his arms around me and stood up then put me down on my feet. “You aren’t suppose to tease people like that.” “Who said I was teasing? If I moved in with you it would save the $10,000 a year I have budgeted for accommodation.” “God don’t tempt me.” He shook his head. “Think of what the neighbours would say for a start, you’re young enough to be my daughter for heavens sake. It might be different if there were two or three students but one would cause all sorts of talk and be damaging to your reputation and mine.” Oh My God talk about stuffy and old fashioned. “But you can put me up for a couple of nights whilst I find somewhere to stay?” I coaxed, he relented. “But I have to get off to work so see you back here at 6 o’clock? There is a direct bus to the university just cross the road and the stop is two houses down.” Well he hadn’t seen me in the night dress than mom had included in the frilly package had he. Tonight he was mine, he just didn’t know it yet.

I queued for this and then queued for that, I spent hours queuing. Where could I find two bodies who wouldn’t want to muscle in on Jeff? Pity there wasn’t a queue for that. Then there they were in the queue just in front of me. Two students with really good looking legs but it was the way they held themselves. I’d seen that sort of body language thing before when Becky had taken me for a drink at that place. She said it would be an experience, well yes it was, I just never been Frenched by a girl before. Becky had told her off but Sam was unrepentant “I’d have never got to kiss her at all if I’d waited for you to tell me she was straight.” It was an interesting experience quite different to a boy’s kiss. I waited until I finally got my library card then scurried after them “Hey guys I need you.” and taking them both by an arm I steered them towards the coffee bar.

I explained about Jeff’s scruples and how I needed a couple more students so it didn’t look so obvious. “But why us?” “Well I thought you’d be more interested in each other than Jeff.” I blurted out. “How can you say that? I haven’t even been introduced or anything and I’m not that sort of girl.” “I’m Tori, you are?” “I’m Ashley.” “I’m Natalie.” “Natalie meet Ashley, Ashley meet Natalie. There now you’ve been introduced, you’re interested in each other, all I’m asking is you move in with each other.” They exchanged looks. “I admit I can’t wait to bury my head between your thighs.” Natalie managed to both look shocked and pleased at the same time. She glanced round to see if anyone could overhear. “You’re not supposed to say those sort of things in public, what will people think?” “But what do you think? You want to though don’t you.” Natalie blushed and nodded very slightly. Ashley took Natalie’s hand in hers. “It will be alright, I’ll look after you. Your parents need never know if you don’t want them to, after all we’ll be living in a mixed house, that should throw them off the scent if nothing else does.” “The spare room has a double bed.” I threw in as a conversation piece which seemed to seal the deal. Natalie blushed even more “There you see I can be with you and look after you all night.”

“This man we have to convince, I could make him one of my beef casseroles like I make for my dad whenever I need something from him?” Natalie offered tentively. We settled it that Natalie would come back with me to start the casserole and Ashley after noting down Natalie’s measurements went to do some essential shopping she’d overlooked earlier and would follow on later. At the house after inspecting the double bed and giving a little shiver of anticipation Natalie dug around the kitchen cupboards and came up with a bread maker and a food processor both covered in dust. “Great, I know this bread maker so fresh bread and I think I can do some pastry for an apple pie to follow.” We headed out to the supermarket we’d passed on the bus to pick up the ingredients.

My idea of cooking is Chinese or Pizza take out warmed in the nuke machine. I watched in amazement as Natalie scurried round the kitchen actually doing things. “Do you actually like cooking?” I asked. “Of course it’s enjoyable watching people’s faces when they eat. I think there is just room in the oven to fit a cake in. Could you look in the third cupboard along and see if you can see a cake tin or a Pyrex dish will do if there isn’t one.” We settled for a Pyrex dish.

I was browsing the book cases when Ashley rang the bell so Natalie answered it. They both slipped into the kitchen and I heard the sound of bags being opened. “But Ashley I couldn’t possibly wear them.” I heard Natalie’s voice, “Just think of sharing a double bed with me and how much would rent be somewhere else per year?” “Oh well I suppose if you put it like that I suppose I could just try them on.”

Ashley came out first wearing a plain black pleated mini skirt that came to just below mid-thigh together with black tights. “Cool it seems to slim your legs down you look great.” Natalie appeared, “Hands off she’s mine.” She was wearing an identical skirt and tights but being slightly taller the skirt was a smidgen shorter on her. “You look good as well.” Natalie looked pleased and pirouetted. “You don’t think it’s too short do you? I’ve never worn a mini skirt before but you did seem to indicate he was a leg man.” We made reassuring noises as she laid the table she lent across her skirt rode up a little at the back, naughty Natalie was wearing black opaque stockings not tights at all.

As Jeff came in through the door he remarked “You know I’ve been thinking there‘s no way...” I greeted Jeff with a kiss and a hug. “Let’s wait until we’ve eaten before discussing serious things.” I smiled at him. “I’ve found two possibles, this is Natalie who has cooked tea tonight, and her close friend Ashley.” The two girls gave a curtsey holding out their pleated skirts slightly. The casserole was filling the house up with delicious smells. “Well if that is as good as it smells I’m impressed.” Ashley poured him a glass of red wine, he drank a little and appreciated it before asking to see the bottle. “This must have been expensive?” “I’m not certain, it was on special anyway.” Which seemed to satisfy him, I was curious so I mouthed how much to her from behind him, she whispered $60 next time she came close to my ear.

The meal went well, I had half a glass of expensive wine, the apple pie was definitely my favourite but Jeff seemed to like the onion in the casserole and when Natalie served I noticed I had less onion on my plate than Jeff did, must be a male thing liking onions. Ashley looked at Natalie then kissed her a long lingering kiss firmly on the mouth. Jeff sort of looked at me a bit surprised I just shrugged my shoulders. “Wow girl you can sure cook. Let’s take the dishes out and get the coffee.” Natalie blushed a little and said she was glad Ashley had enjoyed it and they wondered out with eyes only for each other.

Jeff and I got up and drifted into the living room. “Well an interesting pair of possibles but.” I sat in his lap, quickly asking him how his day had been and got him chatting before the penny dropped and he realised he’d been side tracked yet again. As he was talking his jaw dropped, I looked up and there were Alison and Natalie in their pleated skirts but this time they were showing a good two inches of thigh above their stocking tops. I checked their waist band but no I could see it hadn’t been rolled over, there was something different about the tops as well. “Cream in your coffee Jeff?” asked Natalie innocently. Alison came over to me and whispered “They had mini skirts in two lengths.” Good they looked hot and judging from Natalie’s flush they knew it.

“Tori was telling me about her plan to seduce you.” I took a mouth full of coffee the wrong way, and spluttered. There was no need to be so blatant about it was there? How about a bit of finesse here? Alison continued “and to be honest we have a vested interest.” Natalie continued “My parents are quite prepared to be shocked by the idea of me as a student living with a man or in a mixed house but sharing my bed with another girl is something they probably aren’t ready for yet. I’ll need time and tact to get them used to the idea.”

Alison meanwhile had sat down opposite Jeff and was sitting in a manner that was more appropriate to tight jeans than a skirt. I mean I heard of crotchless panties but never actually seen any before, and never had imagined they could be such a delicate confection of lace. Alison took up the thread “So we thought we could act as a sort of chorus, dressing up which we both enjoy and flaunting our bodies around. I mean to say although our first preference is each other we are quite aware of male tastes in clothing. Do you like our outfits by the way? And we thought we might even be able to assist you with Tori?” My ears perked up, what kind of girl did she think I was? To be passed back and forth without any say in the matter, this whole conversation was getting out of control. “We can help in the bonding process, just imagine the effect on her if she was to have an orgasm the moment your John Henry penetrated her.” In your dreams baby sex was one thing orgasms were quite another, more private single person affairs. Jeff looked intrigued, I felt frightened.

“If you’d just like to kiss her deeply on the mouth we can demonstrate.” Jeff kissed, I think males should be banned from passing hormones in their kiss. I felt hands roam over my body undoing wrap over skirts, tops and lowering my thong. I felt a second pair of lips kissing one breast and a head insinuate itself between by thighs. What the hell was going on here. I struggled, three to one I stood no chance, a nose nuzzled my crotch followed by the third pair of lips. I tried to remind myself that only forward sluts did do big Os in public, I wasn’t that kind of girl but why hadn’t I taken into account that the one thing a lesbo would know would be female anatomy and from the way Alison was exploring me with her tongue I’d say she’d been studying it in depth for a long time. I can’t describe the feeling as she took me to the brink of a big O not once but five times before backing off each time. On the fifth brink she moved out from between my legs, “In you go.” I heard a voice say in the background, then someone took pity on me and thrust inside me. God the relief was wonderful, the big O wasn’t bad either. I wrapped my arms and Jeff and just hung on. Afterwards I just lay back limp and glowing.

I heard a far away voices say “But Alison isn’t it too big to fit?” “Nonsense with a bit of lube on the end it’ll soon slide in and there won’t be any question that she hasn’t been fulfilled.” I became aware of something pushing against my lower lips, then it eased in and started to vibrate. The big O hit me then as that one faded another hit me, they merged into one long OhMyGod. By the end I was thoroughly shattered, and it barely registered with me that Natalie was giving Jeff a hand job as he watched. “Best cuddle her and carry her upstairs now to help the bonding process. Thirty minutes from the vibrating strap-on and I guarantee she’s well and truly fucked.” Jeff picked me up in his arms and carried me to the stairs. “What’s the bonding process Alison?” I heard Natalie ask. “Oh call it falling in love or whatever. An orgasm every night from Jeff as soon as he penetrates for two weeks should help her fall in love with him and I suspect he’s already half way in love with her already. We just have to warm her up for him. In fact my sweet I’ll let you use the strap-on with her tomorrow night, the one with the vibrating egg for the user, whilst I blow Jeff, you’ll enjoy thirty minutes of that nearly as much as Tori.” “Will we have a bonding as well do you think?” “Oh I should think so but we’ll start off slowly with a manual sixty nine tonight if you’d like to try that first?” “I just want to try everything with you.”