University Challenge - Part 1 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 1

... ground and wearing the obligatory student uniform of jeans, trainers and a brightly striped rugby shirt. After we had hugged our hellos, he took my suitcase and we caught a bus through the big city towards his house. I was enchanted. We lived in a market town in the midlands so the city and the prospect of living there for three years was quite an adventure. As cities went, this one was special too, filled with imposing buildings from bygone periods but still bright, busy and trendy with a waterfront, hills and plenty of green areas. I could tell why Mike loved being there so much. My stepbrother shared a house with four other boys in a pleasant but run down area not far from the University. The house was big with high ceilings and was rather tatty but to the eighteen year old me it seemed like a palace and the freedom it represented was a dream come true. I had met some of Mike’s housemates before at rugby matches and had got on well with them. They had tended to treat me like a little girl at times but I was determined not to let this happen again. One or two had made attempts at chatting me up but it seems Mike had declared me ‘out of bounds’ and all attempts had been half hearted, though I had felt very flattered by the attention of good looking older boys. It certainly helped that they were almost all well over six feet tall, which made me feel a lot less self conscious about my own skinny figure and height. After I had dumped my bag in Mike’s room and seen the mattress ...

... on the floor where I was to sleep for the next two nights, we ate the classic student staple diet of spaghetti Bolognese in their kitchen. Then the boys and two of their girlfriends took me on a night time tour of the city, stopping off at a few favourite pubs as we walked down by the waterfront and along the old streets. As a gesture to the ‘big night out’ I had put on a little more make-up than usual and was wearing a slim fitting jumper rather than my usual shapeless sweat shirt, though the jeans and trainers remained. After a couple of hours of really enjoyable drinking and chatting I was having a great time. The city was fun and exciting, and being out on the town with the slightly older group made me feel bright, attractive and grown-up. I’m sure Mike was keeping an eye on me because he subtly slowed my drinking at times and made sure I wasn’t too dominated by his rugby pals. When we called in at an old corner pub from which live jazz music was booming I was feeling a bit tipsy, unused to the strength of the local cider I had been drinking rather too casually. A small group of students came to greet us as we arrived. From their powerful builds they were obviously more of Mike's rugby playing friends and he introduced me quite proudly to them all. But I didn’t really remember their names because at that moment a Greek God came into the pub and was walking towards me, smiling. Tall and dark, amazingly like Mike but with an even stronger build, he had striking hazel eyes ...