I've abandoned my old story I started, because I didn't really like the intro and the world didn't feel like there was any depth to it, this is attempt 2, I'm much more happy with it even though its still very slow to start. Will most likely continue this one, and even though there is very minimal tf in this there will probably be much more to come later

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    Olivia got a peculiar birthday present a few years ago. It was a simple bag of assorted perfumes, soaps and creams, however there was no tag to say who it was from and no one could remember who sent the gift. The gifts got added to Olivia’s collection, yet they were nothing special and it wasn’t for a while that she realised that they had some very peculiar properties.

    Olivia was very close to orgasming. She was in a lecture hall at her university, she was struggling to leave without drawing attention to herself.
    “Thank goodness so many people are taking notes” she thought to herself.
    She struggled to maintain composure on her way out and stumbled to a nearby wall for support as soon as the door swung shut behind her. She came, loudly, and when she regained composure she spotted another male student watching her from a distance with intrigue. Olivia tried to contain her embarrassment as she hurried away in the direction of the nearby rest room.

    “What’s was that?” thought Olivia, “I felt something moving around my pussy, yet there’s nothing there.”
    She checked the inside of her now soaked panties and poked at her vagina. She was too embarrassed to return to the lecture, so she just sat and panicked, and every so often she would pull her pussy lips aside and try to see if she could see anything there.
    “At the very least my jeans are black, people maybe won’t notice the wet patch” she thought.
    She pondered her situation a while longer until she realised that the lecture was over, and that she could go home for the weekend. She was able to retrieve her bag from the lecture hall without bumping into anyone she knew and she walked home, deciding that she want to sit on a bus while smelling of sex.

    When Olivia lived with her parents she didn’t have very much privacy, she had moved out for Uni about 3 weeks ago and as such she would often find herself masturbating in any spare moment. She started her usual routine of putting her bag away and turning her computer on, but when she started to strip her clothes off and she felt her saturated panties her sex drive was stopped in its tracks as she recalled her earlier orgasm, she decided it would probably be best to go for a shower and change her clothes.
    She stripped off and stood in front of her bathroom mirror and examined herself. Olivia would usually view herself as being quite attractive, she had curves that appealed to her own lesbian tastes, with perky C cup breasts and a reasonably attractive face. She messed up her blonde-shoulder length hair when she was stressing out in the toilet stall, and she was still visibly shaken. Before she entered the shower, she tried her best to check her pussy out in the mirror, but she couldn’t see anything different than she would expect.

    She spent the rest of the night surfing the internet and talking to some friends from her School. Her flatmates Katie and Laura had invited her to go out that night with them but she declined, saying she felt ill. She was also feeling awkward around them because the previous week they all got very drunk and Katie dared Laura and Olivia to French kiss each other to try to impress some boys in the club they were at. Olivia didn’t remember much of the night after that and she didn’t remember opening up to them about being a lesbian, so she avoided them and fell asleep quite early. She was so tired that she was able to easily sleep through her flatmates having pre drinks in the next room, her sleep was very restless however.

    She dreamt she was on the bus she would usually take to get back to her flat, every seat was taken, and lots of people were standing, including herself. Olivia began to feel very claustrophobic, with people pressed up to her on all sides, and then she felt something moving around in her pussy, and it was also rubbing her clit. She did her best to ignore it, and think about other things, and for a while, it sort of worked. Then it all fell apart as she recognised the person with the long brown hair in front of her as Laura.
    “L… Laura?” she gasped for air, still desperately trying not to get pleasured. Laura looked around, and upon seeing her smiled, and turned to face Olivia. Laura was gorgeous, she was plush in a way that accentuated her figure, much to Olivia’s liking, and she had huge DD boobs that were being pressed into Olivia’s. Laura the turned to another girl and said,
     “Hey Katie! Olivia’s here.”
    “Oh wow, fancy that.” the more slender, but still very pretty blonde girl replied.
    “Well the bus goes near our flat, you know.” Laura responded, apparently oblivious to the way she was rubbing boobs with Olivia.
    “Yeah, and there are some fit guys that live in flats near us on this bus,” Katie purred, “just over there, maybe you two can do that trick you did last week to lure them in?”
    “Wait… no… here?” Olivia panicked, but she was silenced by Laura’s tongue in her throat. She could feel Laura’s hands exploring her back and grabbing her ass, whatever was in her pussy was now relentless, and Olivia was involuntarily dry humping Laura with pleasure, she reflexively clawed at Laura’s back as she approached orgasm.
    “Oh wow!” Gasped Katie, “You’re really into this, huh Olivia?”
    Laura broke the kiss that was muffling Olivia’s moaning, and upon hearing it she exclaimed “What the fuck?”
    By this point Olivia was past the point of no return, and she was grinding and clawing at Laura’s back and groping her ass.
    “Oh my god, she’s so wet its showing through her clothes!” exclaimed Katie.
    Olivia’s face flushed with embarrassment as she glanced down to see that she was wearing light blue jeans, and that she was producing large amounts of girlcum, but she still couldn’t stop herself from grinding and rubbing against Laura. Laura tried to push Olivia away, but in doing so she grabbed Olivia’s boobs, and that was enough to push Olivia over the edge.
    “FUCK!” Olivia screamed as she came, she was aware of all the people on the bus watching her, and of the disgusted looks on her flatmates’ faces. Laura smacked her.

    Olivia woke up, it was dark, she was covered in sweat, she guessed she had a squirting orgasm as she slept by how wet her cunt was.
    “Ugh… fuck…” she moaned, as she realised how horny she was, even after the dream. She was feeling shaky and very tired, but she just so horny. She started fingering herself and playing with her clit. She usually thought about being eaten out by various girls she knew as she masturbated, this time she couldn’t stop thinking about Laura. She lay there for a while, both hands occupying her pussy, and she started thrusting more and more as she started to feel more and more pleasure. Olivia started to feel discomfort though as she wasn’t producing very much natural lubrication, so she got up and went to the other side of her room to retrieve the skin cream that she usually used, she received it as a gift a few years back and decided it had been sitting around for far too long and she’d be as well using it for fingering herself.
    She brought the tub back to her bed and continued masturbating, this time rubbing the cream all around and inside her pussy. She started to think of Laura, and how awkward she felt around her now. She wished that when anyone kissed her, that they were doing it genuinely, not as a show to impress others. She relived kissing Laura in her head, then she imagined Laura working her way down, kissing as she went, to her pussy. Before long she was back to thrusting and grinding on her fingers, moaning in ecstasy. She came as hard as she did in her dream.
    She lay naked on her bed, she was experiencing the post fap clarity of how unlikely it would be to be in a relationship with someone like Laura, especially with how awkward she now was around her. her bedside clock told her it was 4am and she could sleep in a fair while on a Saturday morning. She decided cover herself up with her dressing gown and get a glass of water from the kitchen, before heading back to bed.
    As Olivia was filling up her glass, she heard her flatmates return. They loudly made their way through to the kitchen, where Olivia saw that, thankfully, they hadn’t brought anyone home, but they were clearly very drunk.
    “We didn’t get any guys for tonight.” exclaimed Katie, so loudly that the neighbouring flats could probably hear. Olivia was starting to dislike how Katie seemed to talk about sex almost constantly.
    “Maybe you two lovers would like to go at it again?” continued Katie “You can practice so that next time we actually get some guys to watch.” Katie seemed to pay odd attention to Olivia’s cleavage, as Olivia’s loose dressing gown slowly came undone.
    “Nah, not tonight thanks…” rushed Olivia, blushing. She made an effort to fix her dressing gown and began to head for the door. She was stopped by Laura, who was oblivious to Olivia’s discomfort in her drunken state. Laura was able to give her a very passionate kiss on the lips before Olivia managed to pull away. The drunk duo called after her as she hurried back through to her room and locked the door behind her. Her heart and mind were racing. As she was standing there she began to feel something moving in her pussy.