University Challenge - Part 3 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 3

... reached our house and walked up the driveway feeling eager and excited. There was still over an hour to go before Mike’s train was due to arrive and perhaps another half hour before the bus would bring him home. I swung my school bag off my shoulder and slid my key into the front door lock. I turned it and as usual the well-used door swung inwards silently. I stepped inside and almost immediately tripped over a large dark blue duffle bag that lay in the middle of the floor. To my astonishment, I realised it was Mike’s bag! Mike had come home early! A mixture of excitement and fear mixed with annoyance and anxiety washed over me, my heart thumping in my chest as my brain tried to recalibrate. What about my plans? My new tight jeans? My new low cut top? The new underwear still hidden up in my room that I had bought in the hope he would soon see it and – maybe - remove it? Shit! This wasn’t supposed to happen! Why on earth was he here now? I stood still and listened. There was the sound of the back toilet flushing followed by a low sound of movement in the kitchen. He couldn’t have heard me come in! There was the sound of the fridge door being opened followed by the hiss of a can of drink being popped and a chair being pulled back. Phew! He wasn’t about to come through just yet. What could I do quickly to make myself look more like I wanted him to see? What did I look like now? I checked myself quickly in the long mirror just inside the front door. My heart sank. I looked like ...

... what I was - a slightly prim schoolgirl, complete with grey blazer with badge on pocket, white shirt, striped tie, grey pleated skirt – at least that was short – thick black tights, flat black shoes, no make-up, hair pulled back in a short pony tail. I cursed the fact that, as a school prefect, I had to stick closely to the rules and couldn’t even push the uniform barriers as far as wearing eye-liner or ear-rings. It couldn’t have been much worse! How could Mike ever want someone who looked as simple, unsophisticated and immature as I did? Remembering how he had felt about me ‘dressed up’ when I had visited him at University, I had so wanted to look my best and sexiest when he arrived. And now it was all going wrong and he wouldn’t want me anymore! I felt tears beginning to well in my eyes as I panicked. Could I rush silently upstairs and get changed before he knew I was home? Was there time? No, of course there wasn’t and he’d hear me anyway. I heard the sound of a chair scraping on the tiles and realised Mike was getting up. He was probably about to come into the hall now for his bag. Quick! What could I do? In panic I pulled the bobble out of my hair and tried to smooth it down over my shoulders with my hands but of course there was a kink half way down and it wouldn’t lie properly. I pulled my tie off and slipped it into my pocket, hurriedly unfastening the top three buttons of my shirt in the hope that a little of my bra would be visible in the gap. It was visible – just, ...