University Challenge - Part 3 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 3

... but I looked like I’d dressed clumsily rather than giving him the sexy glimpse of my almost non-existent cleavage I had hoped for! The footsteps stopped and I heard the opening of the biscuit tin and the sounds of rummaging. Could I do one last thing? Was there time? I took the chance and, slipping off my flat shoes I raised my skirt high over my tummy and desperately pulled my ugly black tights over my knickers, down my legs and off. God alone knew how many ladders I had put into them but I screwed them into a ball and stuffed them into my other blazer pocket before slipping my shoes back onto my feet. I was frantically smoothing my skirt back over my thighs when I heard the footsteps on the tiles begin again and the half opened kitchen door swung fully open. I turned and as fast as I could, opened the front door an inch or two before slamming it noisily closed just as Mike appeared in the kitchen doorway. “What the...?” he exclaimed, surprised. The noise had wrong-footed him for a second, just long enough for me to try and pose a little more sexily than my clothes deserved. “Oh it’s you! Um… Hi! Surprise!” Mike stammered, seeing me just inside the door. He sounded awkward, embarrassed and for a few moments we seemed to stare at each other as if neither of us knew what we could or should do next. How often as a child had I looked forward to something so much and built up my expectations so high that when the reality arrived it could only be a disappointment? In the ...

... instant before Mike entered the hallway this destructive thought had flashed through my mind but the moment I set eyes on his tall, athletic body, his trained, T-shirt covered chest and arms and the small firm buttocks in his new jeans, the worry disappeared. He was every bit as drop-dead gorgeous as I remembered – possibly more so. We looked straight at each other, his deep brown eyes even bigger and darker than I had pictured in my fantasies, and when his face lit up like a puppy’s on seeing me I felt a warm, tingling feeling in my tummy. For the past three weeks I had imagined what it would be like when we actually met. I had worked it all out in my mind - what to wear, how to look, and above all, what to say to the boy I now realised I was in love with. But life doesn’t always run to plan and when I saw him standing across the hallway my mind went blank, my knees went weak, my chest went tight making my voice, when it finally appeared, sound hard and unfriendly. “What are you doing home now?” I asked and immediately regretted it. In my nervousness, the words had come out hard and his expression quickly changed to one of disappointment. He stood still on the other side of the hall instead of taking me in his arms as I so wanted him to. “I… I caught an earlier train,” he stammered. “I thought you’d be pleased.” Oh no! I thought. I’ve upset him. I’ve ruined everything! Stupid, stupid girl! “I AM pleased,” I hastily replied. “I’m really, really pleased! It’s just that I wasn’t ...