1. University Challenge - Part 2


    Date: 8/24/2016, Categories: College Sex, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    come back and see you afterwards.” “I’ll walk you to the interview,” he promised. “Just our luck, eh? I suppose we’d better get some sleep if you’re going to impress them in the morning.” In fact we make love again almost immediately. It was sweet and gentle and this time Mike used a Durex. When he came, his penis was still inside me, which was wonderful and made us both cry a little as I felt him soften within my body. *** The alarm went off at seven forty-five like a fire engine driving through the bedroom. I woke with a start and a monstrous headache – part sleeplessness, part hangover – to find Mike fast asleep, his arm under my neck. I was naked, stiff, sweaty and sticky. So was he. In a panic, I grabbed the first towel I could see, opened the door and ran across the landing to the shower room, hoping none of his housemates were up and about. I was lucky and, ten minutes later, came back into Mike’s room cleaner and fresher and feeling altogether more human although my vulva was very sore, my tummy ached deep inside from the battering it had received and I had a love bite on my lower neck. Mike was sitting at his desk when I entered, massaging his arm – the one I had slept on - and was making instant coffee for us both. I dressed as quickly as I could, pulling on knickers and tights, wrapping my best skirt around my waist and tucking a fresh, clean white blouse into its waistband. Mike handed me the hot drink while he pulled on his Levi’s and a University sweatshirt, ...
    then looked for his trainers. “We need to talk, Nic,” he said, his face unhappy. “We do, Mike, yes. But not until after my interview, please.” “But Nic!” “If you’re going to do the ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ act on me I don’t want to ruin my chances by crying through my interview!” “Christ Nic!” he almost shouted. “It’s not that; far from it! I just need to know if this is the beginning of something or the end!” I straightened my tights and slipped shiny black shoes onto my feet. I crossed to the desk where he was sitting and kissed him on the lips. “We’ll talk on the way to the interview,” I said, and began to rummage among his shelves looking for my hairbrush and toothbrush. Fifteen minutes later we were walking through the streets of the city on our way to the Department. Deep down I desperately wanted to hold his hand romantically but, after last night, doubted I could do it in a sisterly way anymore so I held tightly to my handbag and satchel, looking at my watch every couple of minutes and wondering how to start. Eventually Mike began ‘the conversation’ we both knew had to take place. “So where do we go from here?” he asked. “We’ve agreed we both wanted it at the time; that I didn’t force you to do it, thank God! Should we chalk it up as a just bit of fun but basically a mistake and get on with our lives?” “Is that what you want, Mike?” I countered, genuinely trying to understand his feelings but it came across as quite aggressive. “I thought we both agreed that we loved ...
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