University Challenge - Part 3 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 3

... and Dad to know what time he had come home. I assumed he was now doing that journey in reverse and hoped to God that he had heard enough to play along with me when he did put in an appearance. “Well before you go to the bathroom,” Mum said cheerfully. “Just make me a quick cup of tea while I unpack the shopping. We can wait for Michael together.” We went downstairs together and carried the bulging shopping bags into the kitchen then I filled the kettle and switched it on while Mum began to busy herself with the groceries. “You’ll be pleased to see him too,” she said casually. “It’s nice how the two of you have got so much closer recently after so many years of squabbling.” I felt stunned and looked into my Mum’s eyes for warning signs but there were none. It was amazing how much she noticed sometimes and how little she realised at others. “He’ll be able to tell you even more what it’s all about. After all, this time next year you’ll both be away at college.” “I know,” I replied, “it scares me a bit sometimes, leaving home.” “What about me?” she asked, smiling. “It will leave me and your father alone together in this house! All the time!” We both laughed. “You’ll enjoy it, really. I remember when I went off to Uni at your age….” she began. But suddenly I wasn’t listening. To my absolute horror, I felt a trickle of something beginning to run down the inside of my thigh; something warm and sticky. Oh God! It was Mike’s semen running out of me. Not using a condom meant it was ...

... all still inside me, or at least it had been. I was so inexperienced that it had never even crossed my mind that all that gooey mess within me had to go somewhere when I stood up. After all, our only other couplings had been either with a Durex or else he had pulled out just in time. “…..and there was always some argument about whose turn it was to clean the bathroom…..” Mum was going on. I looked anxiously at the door. I couldn’t leave while she was talking; the rudeness would be so out of character that Mum would be immediately suspicious. “…..we could never manage to get up in time for nine o’clock tutorials….. Oh no! The trickle had reached half way down my thigh. Jesus! How much of it was there? “….but we never allowed our boyfriends to sleep over…….” The thin trickle had just reached the back of my knee when, through the kitchen window, I saw Mike approaching the back door. Rescue! But to my frustration he paused and appeared to check his appearance in the door’s glass panel as a second trickle began to run down my other thigh. Mike! Hurry up! I silently pleaded, before with a look of resolution, he finally turned the handle and pushed it open. “Mike!” I screamed and hurried to hug him, “Give me a hug!” I flung my arms around his neck as if I had not seen him for nearly three months rather than ten minutes. “You’ve been for razor blades,” I whispered in his ear as I hugged him. The sight of her beloved son arriving home had stopped Mum’s story in its tracks. “Come on ...