University Challenge - Part 3 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 3

... long – ridiculously long and skinny too – but were still slim and soft. They were in need of a shave but that would be dealt with shortly. I ran my fingers over my skin as I hoped he would soon run his. Would he still want to touch me? Slowly and properly this time in the daylight instead of the late night, unplanned, inexperienced lovemaking which was all we had managed before? Would his broad hands cup my buttocks again, drawing my body into his? Would his fingers squeeze my tiny boobs again; roughly, the way I loved so much? I looked again at the clock. To my horror a full ten minutes had passed in this reverie. Pulling myself together I skipped across the landing to the bathroom and turned on the taps. *** Half an hour later I was sitting at the kitchen table, dressed in my school uniform, pretending to eat breakfast, the plague of butterflies in my tummy replacing my normally healthy appetite. Fortunately Mum was so excited at the prospect of her son’s return that she didn’t notice any difference in me. As I sipped my orange juice I tried half heartedly to listen to her excited babble. “...So I’ll leave work on the dot of five to be here when he walks through the door… We’ve hardly heard from him the last few weeks...” I knew the truth of that only too well. The two phone calls we had made and the single letter I had received had been totally inadequate for a love affair - but in truth were more than we had agreed. In fact I had written to Mike at least two dozen times ...

... on pink paper with coloured pens and more love hearts than the human mind could comfortably cope with – but they were all still unposted under my mattress. The result was that I still didn’t really understand how my stepbrother truly felt about me - about us! “... If you see him first tell him there’s juice in the fridge and plenty to make a sandwich so...” I fidgeted as Mum prattled on until it was time to catch the bus to school. I had nicked myself with the razor at least twice as I had shaved my legs in the warm bath and the moisturiser I had used was making my skin sting in a couple of places but I didn’t care as long as I looked my very best for... HIM! *** I was used to school days passing slowly but I had never known a day drag like that Friday morning. Even the bus journey seemed twice as long as usual and as for my lessons – well I was reprimanded by my teachers three times for not paying attention. It didn’t help that my thick tights were irritating the razor nicks in my legs, constantly reminding me why I had shaved them in the first place and what might – if my dreams came true – actually happen that afternoon. I skipped lunch completely, much to my best friend’s annoyance – she had wanted to talk about her new crush and pump me for more details of the ‘M’ I had doodled again that very morning but I insisted and left her sulking in the corridor as I ran to the bus stop. The journey home seemed even more interminable with many stops for traffic but eventually I ...