University Challenge - Part 1 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 1

... system involves taking Advanced Level exams in three main subjects at the end of your final year, which is usually at the age of eighteen. Known as A Levels (please don’t laugh), they are all-important in that the University you go to, or indeed whether you go to University at all, depends entirely on the grades achieved in those subjects. The final year at school is therefore focussed hard on exam success and of course, on choosing the right course at the right University. There is still time for some sport and a few other activities but academic pressures always come first. Part of the selection process in those days involved attending Open Days and having interviews at Universities. We were allowed to select a short list of five. Being a ‘Straight A’ student I was looking only at those colleges that offered the best course in my chosen field. Inevitably, some Universities were strong in more than one discipline and among my top five choices were Oxford and the place where my older stepbrother had been studying for a whole year already. Mike had done well at school and was at that time in his second year of Medical School in a prestigious University in the south west of the country. Tall, dark and athletic, he had played rugby throughout his schooldays and had continued playing at University. He had always been a favourite with my school friends, most of whom had at some time had major crushes on him. To be honest I had always had something of a crush on him myself and ...

... knew for a fact that at least two of my friends had tried unsuccessfully to tempt him into bed. Their failure had partly been due to a lack of self confidence on Mike’s part but mostly due to a reason I didn’t realise at the time. So I had applied to Mike’s University as one of my five choices and had been called to interview. The first important step had been passed! My appointment was to be on a Saturday morning following the department’s Open Day on the Friday. Open Days were days in which all important parts of the University would be offering presentations and demonstrations so potential students could get a really good idea of what life there would be like. I had attended just such an event at a college about twenty miles away the previous month so knew what to expect and was excited about the whole, grown-up experience. I was, as you would expect, very nervous about the interview but Dad had given me lots of practice and I was as prepared as I could be. The plan was to go down by train on Thursday evening, stay overnight at Mike’s and spend Friday at the Open Day. Afterwards I would spend another night with Mike and have my interview in the morning. Then Dad would pick me up straight afterwards and drive me home so I would be in time to play hockey for the school that Saturday afternoon. All went well with my journey, despite the best efforts of British Rail. Mike met me at the station looking even taller and more handsome than I remembered, confident in his new stomping ...