University Challenge - Part 1 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 1

... which right now were boring straight into mine. “Hi,” he smiled at me, then at Mike. “You must be Nicky!” He held his hand out and I automatically took it, almost speechless. His grip was firm but friendly. “I’m Max.” My knees felt a bit weak and my tummy fluttered as I stammered ‘Hi’ in reply. Something told me that Mike wasn’t too pleased to see Max but he was polite and fairly friendly. “Nic, this is Max,” Mike turned to me and smiled awkwardly. “We’re in the same team but he’s one of the glory boys, not a worker like me!” It was clearly an in-joke which made the rugby boys laugh but went above my head. I pretended to understand and laughed simperingly. Max joined our group and for the next hour we sat near to each other, chatted and sipped our drinks. He was absolutely charming – I had never been the centre of such a good-looking boy’s attention for such a long time and was flattered, loving every minute. He was funny, attentive, bought me rather more drinks than perhaps I should have had and I was aware of his legs pressing against mine under the table. I was also aware of Mike giving me dark looks from time to time but I ignored him. It was time he realised I wasn’t a little girl anymore and got used to the idea that boys liked me. The evening passed quickly; all too soon it was closing time and we had to go back to Mike’s place. Max walked me to the bus stop – I put my arm through his in a brave attempt to be romantic - and to my delight he kissed me goodnight just as ...

... Mike arrived. I think he was aiming for my cheek but something happened and his lips ended up on mine. It was a magic moment. For a split second our mouths opened and we kissed properly but then we both realised all our friends – including my stepbrother - were nearby and broke the kiss quickly, embarrassed. “Are you staying tomorrow night too?” Max asked as Mike moved deliberately alongside me. I nodded. “I’m going to the Open Day tomorrow.” “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he suggested. “I hope so,” I said, my face turning red as I got on the bus. “Goodnight!” Mike made a point of sitting next to me on the bus, scowling. I could tell he had something to say and, sure enough, after a few minutes, out it came. “Watch your step there, Nic.” “What do you mean?” I demanded aggressively. “I’m just saying, be careful. Max isn’t as nice as he seems, that’s all.” I was getting angry as well as tipsy – a dangerous combination! “He was charming tonight. Just charming. You just can’t cope with me growing up!” “It’s not that, Nic! He’s... well he hasn’t got a good reputation. Be careful!” “I can’t help it if boys like me,” I half shouted. “I’m not a little girl anymore; I can look after myself. You'll just have to get used to the idea!” The rest of the journey passed in angry silence and we went to bed having exchanged barely a dozen more words. *** The following morning was the Open Day itself. After a brief breakfast during which there was definitely ‘an atmosphere’, Mike walked ...