University Challenge - Part 2 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 2

... to do it! “Are you okay?” he asked earnestly, “I’m so, so sorry.” His obvious sincerity helped me. “ Are ... you sorry, Mike? Or are you just sorry it was me?” I asked, afraid of getting the wrong answer. “How can you think that?” he demanded, rolling onto his side and reaching over to hug me. “I really love you, Nic! I really mean it, I... Oh Jesus, yuk...” In reaching across to hug me he had put his forearm right across my belly where it got covered in his warm, sticky semen. He reacted as if he had been burned by the gooey stuff and we both burst out laughing - excessively as if delighted to have an excuse to break the tension. As a release, the laughter worked and we turned and hugged again tightly, our bellies pressed together, kissing happily. The pool of goo spread over both our tummies but we didn’t care, lost again in sore-lipped French kissing. After a short time we needed to come up for breath. “My God! We’d better get you cleaned up,” Mike said. “I’m all messy too!” “My handbag,” I smiled, nodding to the dresser. Mike fumbled in the darkness and passed it over. I quickly retrieved a small pack of tissues and began to wipe my tummy clean, amazed at how much of the stuff there was and how difficult it was to wipe away. Alongside me, Mike was doing the same. “I wasn’t expecting all this mess,” I said, feeling much happier at the lightening of the mood. “I’m sorry. I realised at the last minute we weren’t using a Durex and you probably weren’t on the pill.” “Well ...

... you were right there,” I said, thanking God for Mike’s good sense, suddenly aware of the possible consequences of what we had just done. Contraception hadn’t even crossed my mind when it was all happening. I threw the soiled tissues in the vague direction of the waste paper bin. When I turned back, Mike was lighting a candle on the bedside table. The low light cast shadows across his strong, handsome face. I felt myself blushing. In the darkness it had all been a bit unreal. Now, with his naked, athletic body showcased in the candlelight, his long, flaccid penis still glistening with our juices, there was no escaping the fact that my stepbrother and I had just had sex together. “Are you sure you’re okay, Nic. I mean we’ve done something we sort of shouldn’t. I hope you don’t hate me now?” His voice became anxious. “I thought I wasn’t like Max. Really I’m not! Or am I just as bad after all?” I stroked his worried face with my fingertips, feeling vulnerable but strangely strong at the same time. “It’s okay Mike. All of it’s okay. I wanted it too. You’re not like Max - you didn’t make me do it. I wanted it to happen.” The look of relief on his face was heartbreaking. He clasped my hands in his and squeezed them. We lay side by side in the candlelight and pulled the duvet over our bodies against the cool air in the room. I rested my head against his shoulder. “Did it hurt?” His voice sounded a little worried. “Just a little,” I replied, snuggling closer to him. “But only at the ...