We moved on the dance floor and started dancing. Clair stayed very close,

touching me occasionally, dancing very erotic. We moved closer to Sandra and

that guy. It seemed to me that Clair was up to something but I didn’t knew

what nor did I care… dancing with Clair was great and I just wanted to

enjoy this experience. Clair didn’t only get us closer to Sandra but she

also dance much closer to me, contact wasn’t occasionally anymore but

constant and I felt how hard I got…

Clair started to embrace me, I felt her breath on my neck and the bulge in

my jeans pressing against her body. While dancing even closer, while feeling

my erection growing, her lips touched my ears… some air was blown over my

skin, it felt like electricity. Soon she started bitting and moaning softly

in my ear while I had the feeling that an orkan was storming through my body

and that my manhood would rip the jeans apart.

“who’s that guy with Sandra” Mike asked Clair.

“Some 3rd year. Studies Law, don’t know him much.” Sandra replied watching

them closely.

“Always the same…” Dan said.

“What?” I asked him.

“3rd and 2nd years always get the great girls.”

Sadly I let my eyes stray from Dan to Clair and realized she was watching

me…

“Lets go dancing” she said, taking my hand and pushing me up.

I was a bit lost, a moment ago enjoying a nice erotic pressure and now being

pushed back into reality…

“Sure…” was all I could say.

She took the other two pints and this time she followed me to the place Dan

and Mike were waiting.

“It was about time, Tom, we already though of deploying a SAR-Team.”

“Yeah… I am thirsty. What took you so long…?”

And than they realized Clair was there as well. Both had a big grin and made

some space so Clair could join us. Enjoying our beers we mainly talked about

your courses and whether we liked our choices, the other students and profs.

A bit later Sandra arrived with another guy we didn’t knew. Sandra didn’t

stay long but headed of to dance not fare from us. The guy had his eyes all

over Sandra’s body. Sandra was a bit taller than Clair, about my size and

had larger breasts. And judging how they bounced up and down while dancing

Sandra didn’t wear a bra.

Than it was Clairs turn, she bend over the bar, talking to the Student who

was working as a bartender. I have seen him a couple of times around the

university but didn’t knew him. While Clair bend over to order the drinks, I

felt her pushing her bottom even stronger against me, right against my hips.

I felt something awakening between my legs. Clair got the drinks, turned

around with two beers in her hands.

“You gonna help me?”

Newcastle University was great, away from home, meeting new people and being

able to do what I wanted without having to justify everything in front of

my parents. I enrolled in Business Management and enjoyed both my fellow

students and the course.

Apart from studying hard, I spend most of the time hanging around with my

friends at the student union or in one of the many bars in Town. Each Friday

night most of the students went to the student union. It was always a hugh

party with the large dance floor in the basement, the two bars on the ground

floor and another dance floor on the top floor. Where as the basement was

know for pop and house, the top floor offered a much more relaxing but also

more exciting. The music was better, a much more interesting mix of various

styles like industrial, dance and independent. I am not to much into music

but I enjoyed it more upstairs, where the lightning wasn’t so flashy and the

girls more grown-up.