It was quite late when I woke up. After all, it had been a late finish to the sexiest party I'd ever attended so it was understandable. Bibi and Hazel were still asleep so I just lay between them, staring at the ceiling. I heard some distant noises, the clinking of crockery and cutlery from the kitchen. Someone must have been down there so I'd be able to get a cup of tea. I managed to climb out of bed without disturbing t...

After an amazing 'welcome' from Maggie, Hazel, Bibi and I were told to be ready for ten o'clock. "That's when the weekend really begins," Maggie said. WOW! Bibi's room at the Onslow's house was quite generous in space and even had its own en suite bathroom. To me, that was luxury beyond luxury! My first address in London after leaving home didn't even have a bathroom. It was just a room above a shop, the toilet was in an...

A fortnight can fly by without you noticing. It was almost time for Inge to return home and, although we hadn't seen as much of her as we had in the past, I still felt that she was my first love. Of course, Hazel was the girl with whom I lived and our relationship appeared to be very strong. All three of us loved each other but I knew that such a good thing could come to an end. The problem between Bibi and her host coupl...

After another amazing night spent with Inge and Hazel, I had to go to work so I got out of bed quite early and, despite the promises from the girls of more fun, I managed to drag myself away. Quite frankly, though, they were wearing me out and going to work was going to be a blessed relief! Hazel had got two weeks off from work so that she could spend as much time as possible with Inge. Heaven knows how they would spend t...

"Vee?" After seeing how comfortable the girls were in bed, I had grabbed a blanket and settled down on the sofa. I awoke to the sound of Inge calling from the bedroom. "Vee?" again. So I got up from the sofa and went to the bedroom to find Inge and Hazel sitting up in bed. I was still naked from the night before and the sight of them sitting together, both displaying their gorgeous breasts, set my cock into twitch mode. "...

The date was drawing near of Inge's visit to the house where her friend was working as an au pair. Hazel was so looking forward to her arrival that she had circled the date on a calendar and was crossing off the days. Yes, I was looking forward to seeing Inge again but crossing days off on a calendar? Hmmmm! Meanwhile, we continued to live our life together, loving London and loving each other. Hazel's flat was nice and a...

After the poor standard of accommodation where I had spent the first eighteen months of my life in London, living with Hazel was like luxury. My place was just a room above a shop. There was no bathroom and the toilet was outside the back door in an alleyway. Hazel lived in a self-contained flat, everything was there and inside! And there was a sexy girl to keep the bed every night! We lived quite blissfully in our day-to...

Of course, I had forgotten to tell Hazel my important news. Well, it would have to wait a few days. The weekend was coming up and I needed to spend some quality time with just Hazel with no distractions, no matter how gorgeous Inge was! On Fridaly afternoon, I called Hazel at work to arrange our weekend together and she said that she couldn't wait to see me. That was an encouraging sign for me as it had only been Wednesda...

It was Inge's last day of her extended stay at the hotel in Paddington so we needed to be up and out for check-out time. Despite the fact that we'd had a very late night having our beautiful, sexy fun, Inge had set her alarm clock for a sensible time. Of course, after so little sleep, we were all in a daze as we moved around the room but Hazel and I managed to help Inge pack her suitcase for her flight home. Except for a...

Yes, a phone call can change things. At one end of the spectrum, just plans. Inge's mother had started the ball rolling with her request for me to look after Inge, who would remain in London on her own, due to her mother's enforced return home to Norway after her husband's work accident. This had prompted phone calls between Inge and myself and Hazel and myself. As usual, I was in the middle of a romantic dilemma and it c...

So, I had said goodbye to Inge and her mother, Sidsel, until Inge's next visit which, I hoped, would be soon. Sadly, we couldn't have any sex as a parting gift as she had told me she had her period. I wasn't sure if she did really have her period or whether it was an excuse because her mother had said that she had stayed a little too long on my last visit to their hotel. As a horny twenty-year-old, the lack of sex with my...

Kirsten and I lived together, first, at her parents house (they were living nearer to her father's work) and soon, in a rented flat near the town centre by the river. I had detected a limited nature in our early lovemaking and Kirsten confessed that she had only been with two men before me abd neither of them had been very adventurous. So, we became almost like student and teacher. I was trying to bring to her my experien...

The very next day, at work, my phone rang. It was Hazel, obviously eager to know what I had said when I met up with Inge and her mother. Well, even at that young age when my primary concern was fucking as many girls as I could, I still wanted to be honest. And Hazel herself was part of that generation where there was a lot of sleeping around so she knew the score. But, I didn't want to discuss this over the phone so I tol...

No matter what Jan did to try and keep me, I had just had enough of her mood swings which led to the bickering which would, quite often, lead to full on arguments. But these would often lead to amazing, foul-mouthed make up sex! Not the first time I've had to deal with a romantic dilemma ... Meanwhile, back at work, Kirsten, the new woman who had caught my eye and who was on the way to capturing my heart, was moving from...

Crouch End wasn't the best part of London to live in but her flat was a lot better than my old bedsit in the Holloway Road and definitely better than Richie's sofa! Jan and I decided that our relationship was going well enough to perhaps get a bigger flat. We looked at a few places and eventually, rented a place in Stamford Hill, a bit further out from central London. It wasn't a bad flat but the suburban railway line ran...