An Oak Desk and A Tiny Skirt - Sex Stories

An Oak Desk and A Tiny Skirt

Katie clenched her fists as she squinted at her laptop screen, frustrated that she still had another thousand words of her essay to write tonight. Reaching for a hairband to tie her long tresses into a messy bun she heard the muffled, thumping techno music emanating from the bottom floor of her house. Katie was in her final year of University doing an English Literature degree, and lived with three other student girls: Michelle, Gabriella and Haniyah. It was a Thursday night and they’d decided to start their weekend early by going out raving. It was about 11pm by this point and they’d invited about a dozen other students to their house before they went out to the club. Getting this essay finished by tonight was going to be hard enough without feeling frustrated she was missing out on having fun, Katie thought to herself. Deciding she was going to need another coffee before she could slog through the last portion of her work, she made the dreaded trip downstairs to where everyone else was. When she got to her living room it was clear that no one was holding back that night. A couple of guys were in the corner doing lines of coke off a small table, another group were doing tequila slammers and Katie’s housemate Michelle was standing on their sofa dancing to the music in just a pair of heels, denim shorts and her bra. The boys and even the girls began to cheer her on as she laughed. Katie smiled as she began to barge her way through to the kitchen to get her coffee, feeling ...

... extremely sober compared to everyone else in the room. One of the boys reached up and smacked Michelle’s ass, and Michelle retaliated by throwing a pillow back at him playfully and calling him a ‘dirty pervert’ although it was clear that she didn’t really mind at all. To be fair, Katie thought, Michelle did have a very good body. She was always in the gym and while Katie was pretty much entirely straight it never hurt to have a hot girl to stare at when she came out of the shower in the mornings. Despite protests from her friends to sack off her essay and come out with them instead, Katie managed to get away and back upstairs, disgruntled and annoyed that she had to study instead of having fun. Soon after she went back upstairs the squad of revellers descended out into the night for whatever their destination was. She knew well enough the girls wouldn’t be back until the early hours of the morning. The hot coffee perked Katie up somewhat, and over the course of the next hour she managed to finish her essay. I really hope Viggo likes this one, she thought to herself. But it was late now and she was tired and weary, so decided to call it a night and get some sleep. Katie woke at 9am the next day for a 10am meeting with her tutor, Prof. Viggo Kembler. He was to have a look over the work she had done so far and give her advice about how to improve what she’d done, suggest further research and highlight any mistakes she had made. Katie was a rather gifted student, and had been getting ...