University Challenge - Part 3 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 3

... open, tongues active. I felt his fingers walking down to the hem of my skirt. He raised it slowly until his hands were underneath and on my knickers. “When’s Mum coming home?” he whispered. “In about an hour. Maybe less. For some reason she’s keen to see you,” I grinned cheekily. “Not as keen as I am though!” “What would you have worn if you’d had the chance to change?” he asked, his face a picture of innocence which didn’t fool me for a second. “Would you like to see the clothes I bought?” I asked, looking him straight in his dark eyes, meaning exactly what I knew he wanted me to mean. “They’re in my room.” “Maybe. Maybe you should show me before Mum comes back.” Without another word, I took Mike by the hand and led him upstairs, across the landing and into my bedroom. It was untidy – I had planned to clear up after changing but at that moment I didn’t care. Once in the room he turned me to face him and took each of my hands in his. “Shall we close the curtains?” I asked. He shook his head. “It would look suspicious if Mum came back. Besides I want to see you properly now I’ve finally got you to myself.” “You’d like me more if I’d had a chance to change, it’s not too late,” I protested. “Shhh!” he hissed again. “Have you any idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing this?” He slipped my school blazer off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. “Of doing what?” I asked in as seductive a voice as I could manage. “Of slowly undressing...” he replied, his hands on the waistband of ...

... my skirt, unfastening the clasp and lowering the side zipper. “My sexy little stepsister…” he eased it over my skinny hips and let it fall to my ankles. “In her goody two shoes school uniform.” For a moment I felt embarrassed, standing before him in my horribly unsexy, over-sized, white school knickers with the darkness of my pubic hair clearly visible through the thin cotton. I made a foolish attempt at hiding it with my hands but Mike pulled my wrists away. “Don’t, Nic,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful; just as I imagined.” We kissed long and deep again as his fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, slowly opening the front then slipping it over my shoulders to join my blazer on the floor. He hugged me to his chest again, my naked tummy pressed against his T shirt. “I love your breasts so much,” he murmured, his palms on my warm cups, feeling my hardening nipples through the thin material. And then, amazed at my unexpected confidence, I found that my own hands had moved to his belt and I was clumsily undoing the buckle, then popping open the button on his waist band. The zipper proved more difficult but very soon Mike’s jeans were around his ankles and I could see and feel the huge swelling in his underpants as he kicked them away. “Come here Nic!” He spoke softly, taking my hand as, treading my discarded skirt underfoot, I happily let him lead me to my unmade bed where he pulled my new duvet – the first I had ever had – off the divan and onto the floor. Our lips met ...