1. University Challenge - Part 2


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

    “It’s okay. But I did try to warn you about him,” he replied softly but sternly. I sobbed, “I’m sorry. He was just so nice!” “I know,” Mike sat next to me on the bed and wrapped my shaking body in his strong arms, my head resting on his powerful shoulder. I could smell his familiar aroma and it reassured me. “But if you dress as sexily as that, boys can get the wrong idea.” He paused. “It was the wrong idea, wasn’t it Nic? You weren’t really trying to get laid, were you?” he asked in a deceptively measured tone. “I feel so ashamed,” I sobbed, deliberately not answering directly; still wondering the same thing myself. “I was so silly; so naïve. I should have listened to you.” “Shhh,” he whispered, nuzzling my ear. “You’re the last person in the world I want to see me like that,” I cried, “You’ve seen me naked! All of me! All my private places! All the things my body did as if I wanted him to...” “Shhh! It’s okay, I promise. No-one will ever know.” I slipped under the duvet, still holding his hand for security. “Would you cuddle me a while,” I asked tentatively. “Like you used to?” Mike smiled and slipped under the duvet alongside, snuggling up in the half darkness. His arms hugged me closely, the warmth of his strong body reassuring and comforting. “There you are Nic,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re safe now.” Indeed I did feel safe in his arms and finally began to calm down though my earlier exposure still made me feel ashamed. “Do you hate me now?” I asked. “I’ve ...
    embarrassed you in front of your friends and you’ve seen me - like that!” “Nah!” he laughed, interrupting. “My friends really like you and they’re up in arms about Max. You’re not the first sister he’s tried to have his wicked way with.” I felt a little better as he carried on, “And you mustn’t ever worry about all the rest. There’s nothing about you I would ever, ever find anything but beautiful.” He leaned over and kissed me comfortingly on the forehead, twice. I snuggled up closer, my head against his strong, reassuring muscular chest. His arms enfolded me and the tension finally began to release me from its grip. After a long, silent cuddle, I rolled over and snuggled against him, my bottom pressed against his midriff, my back now against his chest as if we were two spoons in a drawer. His arms were around me. I felt tiny tears running down my cheeks but I felt safe, listening to his slow, deep breathing behind me. Safe, but confused. My head was spinning, and not just from the unaccustomed alcohol. For the first time in my inexperienced life I had felt my body behaving beyond my control and it frightened me. Had I really wanted Max to have sex with me? To fuck me? I barely knew him; it couldn’t be thought of as making love? Had I really waited until his cock was actually part way inside me before saying ‘No’? And if I had, what did that make me? Max had called me a prick-teaser. Was that really what I was? When it had come to the final penetration – I hadn’t told Mike that Max had ...