Crazy Eight

2 - How it all began

The eight women sitting around the large front room were all very different, but all had one thing in common: they had all gone to Lincoln University. It wasn’t a famous university like Oxford or Cambridge, nor a specialist university like Herriot Watt in Edinburgh, but it was a good university. The eight of them met in the university bar during fresher's week and although they all came from differing backgrounds and were doing differing courses, they developed a bond that lasted through the years until they all graduated.

They shared triumphs and disasters, helping each other and supporting each other through the trials and tribulations that befall all university students. Once they left the halls of residence after the first year, they rented a large four-bedroom house that they shared for the next two years. Sure there were the typical rows and disagreements, but as a group, they settled them amicably and moved on.

Karen and Sally had come from the same school together, and it was pretty obvious from Karen’s looks that she was a lesbian. She wore her dark hair shaved on one side of her head and preferred to wear men’s clothing. It was also obvious that she was totally in love with Sally. Sally, however, was 100% straight, and her blonde hair and athletic figure attracted the boys in droves. The rest of the girls would ask Sally if she realised Karen was gay and lusted after her. But she would just laugh it off with lines like, “I know, but I just like cock too much.”

When it came to liking cock there were Victoria and Shelly who were alike in their background as chalk and cheese. The main thing they had in common was the desire to have sex, and they seemed to compete with each other for being bedded. The only other thing they had in common was the degree course they were doing.

Victoria had grown up in Surrey and talked like she had a plum in her mouth; well, that was when she didn’t have a cock in it. Her moneyed background was obvious, though she never boasted or made the others feel uncomfortable. Shelly was at the other end of the spectrum, coming from the outskirts of Manchester, where her parents ran a pub. She was prone to swearing and, on occasions, swearing loudly, especially when she was being fucked by a man she brought back to the house. She shared a room with Victoria, who didn’t mind, as she would either have male company herself or would join Shelly and her friend. The pair were outrageous and always the ones dancing on the tables or flashing their boobs when the group was all on a drunken pub crawl.

Linda would watch them with envy as she wanted to be like them, but as she often said, “If I danced on the table, it might well collapse.” She was perhaps being a little unfair to herself, but she was well-built and had very generous curves. As she tended to be withdrawn and often quiet, she was the perfect company for Kate, who was very much a loner. Kate grew up on a small farm in the Northumberland Hills with just her mother for company, her father having passed away years before.

That left just Pam and Cathy, who, while Linda was big, they were small, like two tiny birds. Their stature was similar, with neither standing much above five feet. Not that it was difficult to tell them apart, as Cathy had inherited her dark complexion from her Italian father as well as his passion for classical music. Pam, on the other hand, was deathly white, avoiding the sun when she could and dressing in the black clothing favoured by the goth community. Like Cathy, she had a passion for classical music and the pair would often engage in music conversations that none of the others could follow.

Collectively, they became known as the Crazy Eight, not that they did anything crazier than any other students, but if one did something, they all did it. So when one got drunk, they all got drunk, one got a piercing, they all got one, and when one got a tattoo, they all got one.