University Challenge - Part 1 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 1

It was November 1983 and I was in my final year of school; the year we call the ‘Upper Sixth’. England was a world without internet, mobile phones, personal computers, e-mails or text messages. Like most of Europe, it was a country with dirty, badly lit phone boxes that seldom worked and letters that got lost for weeks. Students were few in number and fewer still had cars. Sex was much less casual though AIDS was almost unknown. Condoms were made only by Durex and were a source of embarrassed giggling rather than a life-preserving necessity. It was just past my eighteenth birthday so I could now legally drink in pubs and was learning to drive in my Mum’s already elderly Mini. I thought I was so grown-up! Of course I was mostly working flat out for my forthcoming exams the following May and June, with the exciting prospect intended for all of us in our Private School – getting into a good University. There was a lot of sport too. There had always been a lot of good, healthy sport in Private Schools and I enjoyed it a lot. Apart from being a break from the relentless pressure of academic work, it helped to keep me in shape physically and for an eighteen year old girl in 1983, being good-looking was very important indeed. I had always been a bit of a ‘Daddy’s Girl’, especially since my mother died in a car accident when I was at Primary School. For a few years it had just been Dad and me at home before he had fallen in love and eventually married his secretary from work. How ...

... corny is that? Corny or not, it had actually been good for all of us. My new Stepmum was a mother already with two boys of her own – Michael two years older than me, Luke one year younger - so she knew about kids if not about girls. Her own husband had, would you believe, run off with his own secretary a couple of years earlier after getting her pregnant. With so many Boss / Secretary affairs it was almost like a cheap TV comedy but the practical result was that, after years living in a quiet father and daughter household, I had to get used to being part of a busy family of five. This type of arrangement wasn’t nearly as common in the ‘eighties as it is today but after a year of settling down, we fell into something close to an acceptable way of life. For the last eight or nine years we had effectively been one family; happy enough to call our parents Mum and Dad without feeling awkward. I was very tall for a girl and skinny and dark like my older stepbrother Michael. I suppose I was considered quite good looking but had always felt self conscious about my height and tended to dress down and be a bit shy. I wasn't at all confident in my own dress sense so on the few occasions when I wanted to look a little sexier I would try and copy the way Mike’s girlfriend-of-the-moment dressed, whether it suited me or not. This had unfortunately resulted in a number of fashion disasters which, if you remember the ‘eighties’ were widespread and hadn’t help my confidence with boys at all. As a ...