I was always looking for opportunities at university to try different things, explore new experiences, meet interesting people. I joined many clubs and societies, often attending one or two sessions to "dip my toe in the water", so to speak. If I liked the activity, or the people, I would persevere. Otherwise, I would move on.
I joined a theatre group (excellent), a choir (good), a history group (deadly dull), a walking group (okay in the summer), a woodwork club (good, but no girls), first-aid group (great for hands-on experience) an arts and crafts club (boring, but the class leader did get to see my best work) and a debating society (fun, but hard work) and many, many others.
The best of the lot was a smaller theatre group, based within the Medical Faculty. Our role was to write, act, and generally put on a Christmas comedy show. It was somewhat crude, with a fair bit of lavatorial humour. I helped with the writing, trying to elevate the script in the style of some of my favourite comedies, such as Hancock, Dad's Army, Fawlty Towers, and Yes Minister. I think my contribution helped to improve the show and I believe was well received. I read for one of the juicier parts of a very funny, incompetent doctor, reminiscent of the "Carry On" genre. I was disappointed to miss out to one of the senior medical students, who I thought ruined the part (no sour grapes there).
I should have taken the minor part I was offered, but my heart was set on the bigger role and I refused. Instead, I offered my services behind the scenes helping with costumes, props, learning lines, and anything else where assistance was required. As you can imagine, the "theatre" was in reality a banked lecture room with a few seminar rooms acting as dressing rooms, prop and costume stores. As I made my way frantically between them with my various duties, the sights I saw were not for the faint-hearted.
Opening night was very fraught. A cock-up with the costume hire ("Not Guilty, Milord") meant no proper dress rehearsal was possible. As I entered one dressing room, three near-naked girls were at a complete loss as to how to put on stockings and suspenders in preparation for their roles as the "naughty nurses". I really had no clear idea myself, but that didn't stop me from offering all the assistance I could!
Despite the problems, first night was a roaring success, and a few mistakes were soon forgotten. In a high state of euphoria, the entire cast and support staff went off to celebrate in traditional fashion - down the pub. I had got close to one of the "naughty nurses". I spent most of the evening talking to her, and, in my own mind, getting on quite well with her. So it somewhat burst my balloon when one of the other "nurses" joined us and announced herself as her girlfriend!
I guess the look on my face gave my severe disappointment away. "So, you're lesbians?" I said.
The two of them laughed together. "I guess you'd say we were bi," they retorted.
"It's OK. You can join us back at our digs. It could be fun!"
It was less than ten minutes when we reached an elegant Victorian building. Their apartment boasted an interior that made my digs look like a cell in a Japanese POW camp. We cracked open another bottle of red wine and moved swiftly to the master bedroom, which was decorated like a high-end hotel. The centrepiece was a generously sized bed - king-sized, if not emperor-sized. On our short journey home I ascertained their names were Amy and Beth. I had a sensation of being in the middle of a Louisa May Alcott story, but both girls were real enough and very sexy. The sexiness grew as they quickly undressed one another. I had an urgent need to use the en-suite but on my return, I was amazed to see the two naked girls "scissoring". I sat on the edge of the bed and watched with rapt fascination as these sexy girls were gyrating on the bed. Amy was pure blonde. Her hair cascaded to her shoulders and was like golden sunbeams. Her skin was pale, unblemished, and had a glorious opalescent quality. Her perfect breasts were firm, and the deep brown nipples were mesmeric. Her face was goddess-like; with high cheekbones, full lips, aqua-blue eyes, and perfect teeth.
I forced myself with some difficulty to concentrate on Beth. She was nice, but not to the same standard as Amy. Her hair was fair, perhaps straw-coloured described it best. It was shorter - cut in a short bob. Her breasts were smaller than her partner's and her skin was darker, an olive shade. Her eyes were hazel, perhaps with a tinge of green.
I was startled when one of the girls let out a loud, guttural moan. She looked at me and said, "Why aren't you undressed?"
I quickly removed my clothes and dropped them in the communal pile on the floor. I realised I was very aroused as I removed my boxers. I sat back on the bed and realised the girls had now swapped position and had taken a sixty-nine, head-to-toe position to allow them free access to each other's pussies. They seemed to have little interest in me (I tried to offer both girls my cock to suck, without success). The girls continued to lick, suck and finger fuck each other. It was pretty clear they were both on their second or third orgasm. And then it stopped; after intense activity, all was quiet as both girls lay on their backs on the bed, panting, but with wry smiles on their faces. I realised I was holding my cock, slowly stroking it. The girls saw it too, and after a few moments to recover, they moved slowly but purposefully towards me.