University Challenge - Part 3 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 3

I slammed my hand on the loudly buzzing alarm clock beside my bed, choking off its insistent drone. Glowing angry-red numbers showed the unearthly hour – six o’clock – but I didn’t care. At long last it was Friday. THE Friday! HE was coming home today. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. Mike was coming home for Christmas. My Mike! My big, beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous stepbrother was coming home today. Only the second and by far the most serious lover in my young life would be back with me this afternoon! My tummy filled with butterflies as my slowly waking brain ran through every scenario it could imagine. What if he ignored me as if it hadn’t happened? What if he hated me now, or thought what we had done was disgusting and wouldn’t speak to me? What if he had a new girlfriend and didn’t want or need me anymore? But what if he still loved me and still wanted me THAT way? Oh please God let it be that! They were ridiculous questions and deep down I knew this. After all, we had spoken briefly on the phone twice since that life-changing night in his University bedroom when we had made love for the first time. And then done it again! And I had his wonderful letter hidden underneath my clean knickers in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I must have read it a hundred times already and knew it by heart but when you’re in love, you never quite feel secure. Not writing back, not telling him how I truly felt had been one of the hardest things I had ever had to do, ...

... but I knew if I told Mike how madly in love and in lust with him I was, I would never know how he really felt about me. And I had to know for certain! For the first time, I was learning what it felt like to be properly in love and, contrary all I had read in my foolish holiday romances it wasn’t a very happy condition at all. It was especially difficult when the object of your uncontrollable affection was not by your side. It was so easy to get things out of perspective and so hard to get him out of my mind. On the few occasions I did manage to concentrate on other things I felt guilty and insecure afterwards. I suppose all girls in the throes of their first love go through similar pains, but for me it was doubly hard not being able to talk to anyone about the way I felt. Most girls confide in their best friend or even their mother but with Mike and my relationship so questionable even these outlets weren’t available and with him still away at University with no phone, I often felt terribly alone. And on top of the whole emotional girlfriend / boyfriend turmoil there was the undeniable fact that in his bed and at his hands I had tasted real, highly pleasurable, passionate, orgasm-inducing sex for the first time, only to have it taken away again almost immediately. I had been surprised just how badly I wanted to re-live that incredible experience and how often I imagined myself climaxing at his hands again. Over the previous three weeks, in an attempt to feel closer to him, I ...