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A Foreign Education

Chapter 1: From Pakistan to England

Yasmeen had recently moved to London from Lahore in Pakistan to study
for a three-year degree course in mathematics and computing.  While in
London she stayed at her uncle Ali’s house for the first year of
her degree course at University College London.  Her uncle Ali was a
benevolent man who treated Yasmeen like his own daughter and took her
out to restaurants or to the cinema at least once in a week.  But all
was not well because Ali’s wife Nasreen grew increasingly
resentful about the amount of time that Ali spent with his niece
compared with the little time he spent with her and their two sons. 
Many times Nasreen made her feelings in this regard apparent to Ali
and his niece.  Yasmeen could take a hint and at the end of her first
year she decided that she would no longer be a burden on her uncle and
aunt nor would she get in the way of their happy family.  At the start
of the new academic year she would be out of their house and renting a
flat of her own.

So, Yasmeen started to look for a flat where she could stay for the
duration of her studies.  She found a nice place in east London and
therefore she was well within reasonable commuting distance from her
place of study.  In order to lessen the cost of living at her chosen
place she decided it would be better if she shared the place with
someone so that the cost of the rent could be reduced for her.  She
sent an email to both the mathematics and computing undergraduate
mailing lists advertising the place and indicating in the email that
she was looking for just one female student who was looking for a
place to stay for at least one year.  She specified a female flat-mate
quite deliberately, as she knew that both her uncle and aunt and her
family back home in Lahore would not approve of her staying with a
male.  She received three replies within that same week, one of them
was from a girl called Laura, another from a girl called Fatima and
one from a boy named Adrian.  The boy was very keen about staying with
her and said in his reply that it would “be a laugh” if
they stayed together and that “who cares if I’m a
bloke”.  Yasmeen was quick to rule him out as a possible
flat-mate; she didn’t want any trouble from her relatives.  This
left only two more options: either Laura or Fatima.  Yasmeen decided
that it would be a good idea to share the place with Fatima rather
than Laura, as the former would more likely have more in common with
her than the latter.  So she rang Fatima (she had provided her number
in her email) and said that she would like to have her as her roomy
and a polite email to Laura saying that she had already found someone.
 Yasmeen also invited Fatima, in her telephone conversation, to the
flat.

Chapter 2: The Rendezvous

The next day at about 10 in the morning Fatima turned up at
Yasmeen’s.  Yasmeen opened the door and saw one of her
classmates standing there.  Fatima was tall, about 5” 6’
and was light skinned and wore her hair loose.  Her hair was one of
her most striking features as it was long enough to reach down to her
hips and it looked very smooth and shinny.  Fatima also had quite
large breasts that were hard to miss given that she was not in the
habit of wearing a bra.  She was wearing a thin red top and denim
jeans on her feet she wore black open-toed shoes through which Yasmeen
could see that that Fatima had painted her toe nails a deep purple. 
In contrast Yasmeen was an inch shorter and had slightly smaller
breasts, though they were not small by any standard.  Her head was
always covered by a black headscarf that hid from view her neck and
the sides of her face.  She was a little darker than Fatima but also
more beautiful and her eyes were big and brown.  She wore a black
dress that nearly touched the ground, a dark blue jumper, and black
shoes.  Not much of her body was revealed and the looseness of her
clothing did not allow her figure to be defined.  They both recognised
each other immediately, after all they did both take the same subject.
 They had however, never talked to each other before and did not even
know each other’s names until now.  Yasmeen invited her in and
they hit it off straight away; Yasmeen knew she made the right choice.
 Fatima wasted no time; she said she was ready to move in the next day
and Yasmeen had no problem with this.  As Fatima was about o leave
that day and as she stood at the doorstep she leaned over, kissed
Yasmeen on the cheek, and then left.  Yasmeen thought nothing of it
and waved to her as she left.  The next day Fatima moved in.

Chapter 3: Little Things

As the days and weeks passed Yasmeen and Fatima got closer and closer
to each other.  They talked a lot to each other about their families,
hobbies, favourite films and such.  They went to lectures together
where they always sat together and often talked and giggled and passed
written messages to each other when the lectures got boring.  They got
really close almost like sisters.  They would spend the time they had
outside of university together too, going to the cinema to watch a
film or to a restaurant for a meal.  Yasmeen didn’t have a lot
of friends here as she had only been in England for a little over a
year and Fatima had moved to London from Bradford so she too left her
friends behind.  These two girls were each other’s best friends.

Many small incidents occurred during this time that caused the any
barriers between these two to fall even more.  Once Fatima walked into
Yasmeen’s room while Yasmeen was changing her clothes ready for
bed.  Fatima had come to get her nail varnish from Yasmeen’s
room that the latter had borrowed.  Instead of taking it and leaving,
Fatima just stood, talked, and watched.  She did however, apologise
for entering without knocking.  Yasmeen did think that it was a bit
strange that Fatima would not leave after finding what she had come in
for, but she didn’t say anything.  She didn’t have
anything that Fatima had never seen before.  Fatima seemed transfixed
by the sight of Yasmeen’s firm, round breasts and thick, black
pubic hair.  Yasmeen had noticed this and although part of her wanted
Fatima to go away another part of her wanted her to stay, watch, but
Yasmeen did not want to entertain these desires any more, and so she
quickly got dressed.

Many times the two girls talked about sex, and most of the time it was
Fatima who started the conversation going on that topic.  The girls
learnt that they were both virgins and as they were both 20 years old
this was a cause of some frustration.  Nevertheless, both of their
respective parents would soon arrange for them to get married, most
probably after they had done their degrees.  Some times Fatima would
bring up the subject of masturbation and would say that she did it
about four times a week.  When she asked Yasmeen about it, the latter
at first said that she had never done it, but as time went on and
Fatima told Yasmeen that she didn’t believe her, Yasmeen
admitted that she too did it some times but not as often.  Fatima once
said that she loved to rub her clit and finger her pussy.  Yasmeen was
most surprised by Fatima’s use of language and also a little
embarrassed.  She protested mildly that she didn’t want to
continue talking about this, but Fatima said “well you do it as
well so you must like doing those things too.  Am I right”. 
Yasmeen was a little more frigid than Fatima was; Fatima really loved
to talk about sex and really wanted to have it soon, to an extent
Yasmeen was the same but she didn’t want to show it.  Given the
pressure Yasmeen conceded; she told Fatima that she did like to finger
her vagina too and that she did like to rub her clitoris.  Fatima
pushed on she asked Yasmeen if she liked tasting her own pussy juices.
 Yasmeen looked away in embarrassment.  Famtima quickly told her that
she did; that she often tasted her own cum while fingering herself. 
She then took hold of Yasmeen’s chin, pulled it in her
direction, and asked her again this time reassuring her that there was
no need to be embarrassed.  Again Yasmeen conceded that yes she too
liked to do that.  Fatima, still holding Yasmeen’s chin, then
asked if she had ever thought about kissing another girl,
Yasmeen’s eyes opened wipe with shock and disbelief at what she
had heard and she said, “of course I haven’t” and
stormed out of the flat taking her coat with her.  Nevertheless,
Fatima had a feeling that maybe she had and if she really
hadn’t, then she may want to try.
 
The day after was a Saturday and Fatima asked Yasmeen if she would
like to stay in and watch a film.  Yasmeen agreed and Fatima said that
she would go and get a film for them to watch.  So Fatima left for
their local BlockBuster and rented out Cruel Intentions, a film she
had seen twice already.  She brought it home to Yasmeen and they sat,
curled up on the sofa together with a blanked over them, and began to
watch it.  Fatima from the start of the film put her arm around
Yasmeen who didn’t seem to mind.  Fatima knew when the lesbian
kissing scene would come and she was waiting in anticipation for it. 
When it arrived she waited until it was over and Yasmeen had seen it
and then she lunged side wards moving in on Yasmeen’s lips and
she kissed her right on the lips.  Yasmeen immediately pushed Fatima
away with some force and the two girls looked at each other in the
eyes.  After a few moments of paralysis and heavy breathing Fatima
slowly moved towards Yasmeen’s lips but this time Yasmeen
offered no resistance.  Fatima was unstoppable and Yasmeen did nothing
to stop her.  After a few moments Yasmeen herself took a more active
part; she didn’t simply sit there and let Fatima kiss her, she
kissed back opening her mouth wide and letting Fatima’s
exploring tongue enter it.  She kissed Fatima’s bottom lip and
slipped her own tongue into Fatima’s mouth.  She could taste
Fatima’s saliva and she enjoyed every drop.  She loved it, all
feelings of guilt and sinfulness had left her by now, and she could
not resist.  She could not deny herself this gratification. 
Fatima’s lips were just so juicy, just so soft and so loving,
she was in heaven.  Fatima was kissing Yasmeen so passionately that if
you saw it you would think this was her last day on earth.  She kissed
her top lip, then her bottom lip, then she put her tongue in her mouth
and made contact with Yasmeen’s tongue.  They rolled their
tongues around and around, they were released all the years of sexual
tension that had built up.  Fatima kissed Yasmeen on the cheeks, first
the right then the left.  Then Yasmeen did the same to Fatima.  The
two girls continued to kiss for what seemed like eternity.  Then
Fatima went a little further, she moved her hand away from
Yasmeen’s head that she was holding and placed it under her
blouse.  She began to fondle Yasmeen’s right breast.  She
touched it, rubbed it and squeezed it, she moved to the left one and
did the same.  The problem was that Yasmeen’s bra was in the way
and Fatima desperately wanted to remove it so she slid her hand behind
Yasmeen to take the bra off but as she was fiddling with the strap
Yasmeen wriggled and once again moved Fatima away, this time much more
gently.  Yasmeen said, “I don’t want to go too far”.
 To this Fatima replied “why not Yasmeen, I love you and want to
make love to you tonight”.  “But I don’t want to go
too far with this, I’m scared” said Yasmeen. 
“Scared of what?  Don’t you like me?” Fatima
retorted.  Yasmeen’s reply was brief and dismissive
“I’m just not ready”.  As she said this she got up,
walked away, and went into her room.

Fatima didn’t want to push Yasmeen too far on this issue; her
friendship with her was far too precious.  She left it at that and
neither girl said a word about the incident for a whole week, they
expertly avoided talking about it, or mentioning it, they didn’t
even feel uncomfortable around each other.  It was as if nothing had
happened.  However, Fatima didn’t want it to end there and she
knew that neither did Yasmeen.  So after a week had passed Fatima came
up with a plan.  It was prayer time and Yasmeen had gone off into her
room to pray; Fatima never prayed she wasn’t religious, but
Yasmeen did.  Fatima went to her room and took all her clothes off. 
First her green top, revealing her big, round, firm breasts.  Then she
took off her slippers, followed by her jeans.  Finally she removed her
black panties very slowly as if some one was watching her getting
undressed.  Her pussy was now revealed and was already beginning to
drip with her cum as the excitement in her grew; something told her
that she would make love today to the girl she really liked.  She lay
on her back on the bed with her legs spread wide open.  She slowly
rubbed her wet pussy with her hand.  She then leaned over to her desk,
with the other hand she turned on the radio, and set the volume very
high.  She waited.  In the meantime Yasmeen, though annoyed by the
noise continued praying, when she had finished she stormed into
Fatima’s room as Fatima had hoped she would.

Chapter 4: The Big Thing

As she barged in she screamed, “What the hell are
…”.  She stopped short taken by surprise by what she saw. 
Fatima pretended not to hear her come in; she continued to stare at
the ceiling.  Yasmeen froze for a second to assess the situation; she
figured it out so she slowly walked over to the radio and turned the
volume low.  Fatima continued to rub her pussy pretending to be
oblivious to Yasmeen’s presence.  Yasmeen knew what Fatima
wanted now and it was the same thing she wanted; she was just too shy
to initiate it.  She felt she had missed her chance once already
during the film they watched together the previous week.  She was not
going to miss it this time.

She walked around the bed until she was facing Fatima’s pussy. 
She knelt down beside the bed and moved her face closer to
Fatima’s gyrating hips.  She could smell the intoxicating aroma
of Fatima’s love hole and could see that it was already wet with
excitement.  Then with as much passion as she had kissed Fatima the
other day she lunged towards her virgin pussy, licking and sucking the
lips for all she was worth.  At this point Fatima raised her head and
said, “So this is what I must do to have you”.  To this
Yasmeen replied, with her head still buried in Fatima’s cunt,
“You will never have to coerce me again, I want to do this, I
love you too”.  Yasmeen then continued to lick and suck
Fatima’s love hole, she then opened her pussy lips and licked
the inside of her vagina.  All the while Fatima continued to rub her
clit and moan with pleasure.  “Oh that’s good Yas”
Fatima screamed as she pulled Yasmeen’s head closer to her pussy
with one hand.  Yasmeen then moved the hand Fatima was using to rub
her clit out of the way and began to suck Fatima’s swollen clit.
 Fatima moaned very load as she felt a wave of pleasure moving through
her body.  Yasmeen now worked her way up.  She kissed Fatima above her
pussy, then she liked her belly button and kissed her stomach.  She
then got to her breasts.  She took one of Fatima’s tit sin her
mouth and the other in her hand.  She simultaneously rubbed and kissed
the breasts while Fatima laid back with her eyes have closed, relaxing
and enjoying the pleasure and sensation of having another girl play
with her tits.  Fatima was surprised, almost shocked at
Yasmeen’s amazing ability at sucking tit, Yasmeen did it like a
pro.  She sucked on the small erect nipple on Fatima’s large
breast like a baby being nursed.  She bit at it lightly and pulled it,
sending small currents of sensual pain through Fatima’s chest. 
She licked the nipple and the rest of the breast too.  ‘Had she
done this before’ Fatima mused?  ‘Of course not’ she
thought.  She was right she hadn’t done this before, but what
she was doing was just right.  With her hand Yasmeen rubbed
Fatima’s other breast, pulling at and gently squeezing the
nipple from time to time.  With the fingers of her other hand Yasmeen
was exploring Fatima’s hole.  She fingered Fatima’s cunt
sometimes with one and sometimes with two fingers.  After a few
seconds she would stop sucking her breasts and put these fingers in
her mouth to get a taste of Fatima’s cunt, occasionally she
offered Fatima a taste; Fatima was always grateful, she would lick and
suck Yasmeen’s fingers as if they were cocks.

Fatima felt that it was time she returned the favour to Yasmeen and so
she said, “Let me take care of you now Yas”.  Yasmeen
stopped sucking the tit and said “ok”.  Fatima sat up and
got off the bed; Yasmeen stood up too.  On their feet now both girls
faced each other each looking into the other’s eyes.  Fatima had
her arms around Yasmeen’s waist and Yasmeen her arms around
Fatima’s waist.  They moved their lips closer to each other and
began to kiss.  They kissed for a long while exploring the depths of
each other’s mouths; sucking on each other’s tongues;
lovingly kissing each other’s lips.  Fatima’s hands were
now roaming all over Yasmeen;s body: her arse, her breasts, her
thighs; at this point she whispered to Yasmeen “let me undress
you”.  Yasmeen gave a consenting nod and a cheeky smile to go
with it.

Fatima grabbed Yasmeen’s jumper from underneath and pulled it
over her head revealing the blouse beneath.  The jumper obviously kept
Yasmeen warm because Fatima could feel the heat coming from
Yasmeen’s body.  The heat really turned Fatima on and before
Yasmeen cooled down she pressed herself against her and held her for a
few moments.  Now the blouse had to come off.  Fatima started from the
top and slowly undid the buttons one at a time.  Beneath the blouse
Yasmeen was wearing a bra.  However, before taking that off and seeing
those gorgeous melons that she had once seen, and dreamt of many times
she had to take off that headscarf.  Fatima took off Yasmeen’s
headscarf revealing her hair, that she had seen many times and many
times she had told Yasmeen that her hair was so nice it should not be
hidden away but displayed for all to see.  Her hair was quite long and
Fatima loved to run her fingers through it and had done so many times
before.  She did it this time too.  While she did so they began to
kiss again.  Yasmeen then began to nibble on Fatima’s ear,
Fatima liked this a lot.  The bra had to come off.  Fatima reached
over to Yasmeen’s back and unhooked the bra; it slid to the
ground.  Finally Fatima could feel those firm, round breasts that she
wanted to touch for so long.  She started rubbing them and playing
with the nipples that were already hard.  She pinched them gently
making Yasmeen moan and groan.  It was time to suck them; she moved
her mouth to the breasts, then she licked and sucked them vigorously,
making up for lost time.  She moved very fast from one breast to the
other, there was no stopping her.  Her tongue made circular motions
around Yasmeen’s nipples and her lips sucked them.

Fatima gently, pushed Yasmeen onto the bed so that Yasmeen was now
sitting on the edge.  She herself knelt down on the ground facing
Yasmeen who was wearing slippers on her feet.  Fatima took
Yasmeen’s left foot and took off the slipper, she then took off
Yasmeen’s white sock.  She did the same for the right foot.  She
then held Yasmeen’s right foot and began to suck on her toes as
if they were dicks, concentrating mainly on the big toe.  She licked
the foot up and down it’s base and then from the base up towards
the ankle.  She stood up and told Yasmeen to fuck her with her foot. 
Yasmeen leaned back, resting on her elbows, and stuck out her foot
towards Fatima’s pussy.  Fatima put one leg on the bed, held the
foot, and guided it to her opening.  Yasmeen moved her foot about and
Fatima held it up; the latter girl moaned and groaned while the other
foot fucked her.  Yasmeen’s foot then moved onto the clitoris;
there it rubbed the hardened clitoris sending waves of pleasure
through Fatima’s pussy.  “Oh fuck yes Yas that’s
good” screamed Fatima, at which exclamation Yasmeen smiled, and
biting her bottom lip looked up at Fatima and asked “Don’t
you wanna see my pussy”?

Fatima didn’t need to be asked twice.  “More than
anything” was her unnecessary reply to the rhetorical question. 
Then she quickly let go of Yasmeen’s foot and lifted her up
until she was standing.  Fatima knelt down and unbuttoned the trousers
that Yasmeen was wearing and slowly slid them down until they fell to
around her knees.  Black, slightly wet, cotton knickers lay beneath
the trousers that were by now completely taken off and slung to the
ground.  Fatima could not wait to take them off and taste the virginal
pussy that lay behind the black veil, a pussy that no man or woman had
ever fucked before.  Before she did so though she told Yasmeen to lie
and the bed and when she did so she began to kiss and suck her feet
again.  Then she kissed Yasmeen on her shins, moving higher still to
her knees and then to her thighs.  Considerable time was spent on
those soft, brown thighs.  Fatima kissed and licked them and at the
same time fingered her own clit.  She was getting closer to her goal
now.  She moved ever closer to Yasmeen’s knickers kissing higher
and higher up her leg.  When she got there she began to kiss and lick
her vagina through the panties making Yasmeen moan mildly with
excitement.

She then took the panties off ever so quickly, with her hands and
playfully her teeth, as at this point she was in no mood for games;
she wanted cunt and she wanted it now.  She threw them to the ground
and buried her face deep between Yasmeen’s legs.  As soon as
Yasmeen felt Fatima’s soft tongue enter her opening her body
stiffened; this was the first time, for her as well as for Fatima,
that someone else was pleasuring her.  She had longed to be probed by
someone else for too long now; it didn’t matter any more that it
wasn’t a man and that it wasn’t his dick.  Fatima’s
tongue was good enough.  Besides Fatima was great at it; she poked her
tongue in and out of the hole between her plump lips and licked the
insides and the outsides.  She gave much attention too to
Yasmeen’s clit, which did not take too long to swell up.  She
took it into her mouth and sucked on it sending waves of pleasure
radiating throughout her body.  “Ooh God Fatima” Yasmeen
managed to mumble as she gyrated her hips.  The pleasure became more
intense now and Yasmeen knew she would climax very soon.  When it
happened she lay back on the bed panting.  Then she did the same for
Fatima until she also came.

 From then on the two girls regularly had sex with each other.  They
even went to sex shops together to get toys to play with.  The two
girls have fallen in love with each other; it isn’t just sex
between them.  They want to get married but know that neither of their
parents will approve.  They now plan to run away with each other.

The End

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