Return of The English Undergraduate
Category: Female Solo (F)
Submitted by: Claire Age: 19 then, 24 now Gender: Female
My two contributions "English Undergraduate" and "English Undergraduate 2" were posted in May and June 2004. I started this third chapter, but it got forgotten in the whirl of student life until I found it while clearing out my computer to switch to a new one. I have more time now that I have graduated and taken the first steps in my career, so if you like it perhaps I will post more updates. Claire
I went home for the Christmas vac. It was lovely to see my parents and Vicki, my sister. On my first night home we sat up late in my room exchanging gossip over a bottle of wine. Vicki is only eighteen months my junior, but we have never been really sisterly. Strangely I felt closer to her now that we weren't living under the same roof, as if we didn't need to compete with each other. She asks me if I am seeing anyone at Uni and I tell her about Guy. No lurid details of course, just that he has taken me on a couple of dates, that he is impossibly dishy, and that it is nothing serious.
Vicki is dating John, a boy in her class, she describes him as, "very tall and sort of gawky, but he makes me laugh and he's very gentle." She has a way of saying "very gentle" in a sort of breathy sigh that makes me think that Vicki is a lot more knowledgeable than I was at seventeen and a half! We chat and giggle till the bottle is empty and we are both ready for sleep. Vicki returns to her own room via the connecting shared bathroom, as she goes she says, "Back to our nun's cells then, you can dream of your yummy Froggie and I'll dream of John."
I lay in my bed luxuriating in the simple delight of my own room, my fingers absent-mindedly twirling my pubes. Inevitably they slip lower and I start to gently twiddle my lips. There is no rush, I can go slowly and let my mind roam free. Vicki's last comment comes back to me. Something about the way she said dream and nun suddenly came into focus. While I am fantasising about Guy here is she doing it to herself next-door imaging it is John? My eyes are closed but I can see her sprawled across her bed, sheets kicked off, nightie gathered under her armpits, fingers flying between her thighs. My own fingers have picked up the tempo. Now her fingers have been replaced by a tall youth. He is faceless, but I can see his penis. It is very slim, but long. He licks his hand and wets the tip before feeding it into her. It takes him a while to get it all in. Her face is contorted in painful pleasure. Now Guy is behind me. He enters me effortlessly and watches over my shoulder as we shag. I come in an explosion of thrusting and straining, stuffing my pillow into my mouth to muffle my cries.
I lie there trembling, enervated by the intensity of my climax. I try to control my breathing, convinced that Vicki will hear me panting. My arm becomes cramped where it is curled beneath me, two fingers taking me from behind. I cuddle into the duvet and am asleep.
Next morning it all comes back to me and I shudder in self-disgust at involving Vicki in my lurid fantasy. I shower and go sheepishly down to breakfast. Vicki joins us. She is radiant. Sam telephones me. He is home for the Christmas vac too; would I like to go to a movie tonight? I would. He picks me up in his father's car and we go to the pub for a drink first. The conversation is stilted at first; we are both dying to ask, "Are you seeing anybody at Uni?" but neither one of us wants to be first. Eventually he gulps and gets it out. I tell him the same bowdlerised version of my dates with Guy that I had told Vicki the previous evening, then ask, "How about you?" Sam has been dating several girls, "But no one special." He tells me in his shy little boy's voice.
We go to see Cold Mountain. Kidman is ethereal and beautiful, Law is just 100% pure sex, and the cinematography is awesome. It probably isn't a good choice though. The subject is largely suppressed lust, which describes Sam and I perfectly. He put his arm round my shoulders and I can feel it flowing between us. As we leave the cinema I excuse myself to the ladies room. I freshen up, buy a packet of condoms form the vending machine, and slip my knickers into my handbag. Sam parks in a secluded spot on the way home. We get onto the back seat and five minutes later my skirt is up round my waist and Sam's trousers are round his ankles. I have no one else to compare him with, but he is very good. He seems to have learned a few things since he went up to Uni and I am glad that I made him wear a condom. We only stop when the packet of three runs out, I have lost count of how many times I have come. Sam drives me home in silence, I give him a sisterly kiss when he drops me off, and we are both a little shamefaced.
It is after 1.00am and the house is in darkness. I let myself in and take my shoes off before creeping upstairs to my room. I hang my coat up and start to undo my dress when there is a light tap on the connecting door from Vicki's room. She doesn't wait for an answer, just slips in. She wants to know all about my date and I am telling her about the pub and the movie as I undress. Vicki coughs and says, "Given up wearing panties on dates have we?" with a smirk. I don't intend to, but she is very clever at asking questions, and in the end I tell her every detail. As she listens she starts to become restless. She keeps shifting the way she is sat and every time she does she has a way of tugging at the crutch of her pyjama trousers and rolling the base of her thumb across her pussy as if rearranging an irritating seam. By the time I have finished my story Vicki is flushed. She gets up and does an elaborate stretch, yawns, and says goodnight.
I follow Vicki into the bathroom to use the shower. She goes into her room and I hear her lock it from her side, which is unusual. I can't help myself; I have to listen to her masturbating! I shower in record time, slip on a bathrobe, and turn of the light. Then I shut the bathroom door loudly, but stay on the inside. I creep back to the connecting door and put my ear to it. There is silence for a couple of minutes and I think I am wrong. Then the little sighs start. Soon Vicki is moaning and gasping. My hand is cupping my mound, my index finger flicking at my little man; I don't know how it got there. I can hear the bed creaking under Vicki. I sink to my knees to avoid falling over, my head still resting against the door, my other hand twisting and pulling at my nipple. The noise next door reaches a crescendo and Vicki cries out, then all goes quiet except for her gasping for breath. Mine hits me a moment later and I bite down on the collar of my robe to keep from making a sound. Thank God mother and father sleep at the other end of the house! I creep back to my bed.
The rest of the vac passes in a blur. We have houseguests for Christmas so I have to give up my room to my aunt and uncle and sleep in with Vicki. On Boxing Day we have a bit of a party, just a few friends round for drinks. Later on we put a CD on and start dancing. My aunt is my mother's youngest sister so uncle Bob is only about 29. We start to dance, and then a slow number comes on. I put my arms around him, but after a moment he pulls away slightly. I have been cooped up with the family for days and I have the devil in me. I pretend to stumble and as he catches me. I press my body against him. He has an erection! Poor Bob, I smile and grind my tummy against it. He goes scarlet and can't look me in the eyes. It is enormous; I swear I can feel it throb as I rub myself against him. The music stops and Bob steps away quickly, good job the lights are turned down! He avoids me for the rest of the evening.
We all go to bed. Vicki turns over in bed, she is wearing her new nightie and her bare leg runs along my thigh. Suddenly I am gagging for it. It is four days since I have been able to take care of business and teasing uncle Bob has backfired on me. I decide to creep into the bathroom and give myself a quick and discrete fingering. I slip out of bed and into the bathroom, carefully closing the door behind me. I am about to start when I hear Aunt Sally's voice, "Not tonight Bob, the girls are just next door!" Bob mutters something, then all goes quiet. I give it a couple of minutes before I start again. Sally giggles quietly and says, "Come on then, but keep the noise down." Moments later I am kneeling by the door, ear pressed to it.
There are some sighs and murmurings. I hear the bed creak slightly as Bob positions himself. There is a low-pitched grunt and Sally says, "God you're enormous! What's got you like that tonight?" I know that Bob is thinking of me as he shags Aunt Sally. I don't fancy him at all, but it is still very exciting to think about. My fingers are weaving languorous patterns of pleasure between my lips. I go slowly, wanting to make it last. Suddenly the bed creaks violently a couple of times and Bob gasps. "That was a bit quick!" whispers Sally, "You've got me started now, use your fingers." The bed creaks again as Bob repositions himself. Sally starts to sigh gently.
I am on my bed. Its not my fingers working on me its Bob's, his other hand is twisting almost painfully at my nipple. My hand will barely go round his tool as I strop it. I come so hard I fall over and bang my head against the sink, it is the drainpipe I am holding. Sally comes quite noisily just after me and I pray that she has masked any noise I have made.
Sam invites me to a party for New Year's Eve. Vicki is going with John as well. The party is great, fabulous DJ and lots of food and drink. John is a nice guy, tall and handsome if a bit shy. He obviously has the total hots for Vicki and I find myself envying her. Sam and I get pretty steamed up doing the slow snog numbers after midnight, but we can't find anywhere to go. Sam's father won't let him have the car and mother volunteers to pick us all up at 1.00am. Sam sits in the front going home, Vicki and I sit in the back with John. They start to snog and I can see the outline of his erection down the leg of his trousers. She reaches over and starts to run her fingertips very gently up and down it. She has that look in her eyes. The one that says this big powerful guy is putty in my hand. We drop the boys off. Minutes later we are home.
I quickly strip to get the shower first, then hang my thing up while Vicki is showering. She pops her head in, but I don't want to talk so she goes back to her room. I lay there thinking of Sam, Uncle Bob, and John. I'm horny as hell and slightly drunk. I finger myself listlessly for a while, but I need more. I look round the room and my eyes settle on the vanity set on my dressing table. It is a family heirloom that I inherited from my grandmother, solid silver and quite valuable. I have giggled with the other girls when someone has told a smutty story, but never believed anyone really did such things, now I'm tempted!
I walk across and pick the hairbrush, the shape is all wrong. Try the mirror, the handle is round, perfectly smooth, about seven inches long, tapered at each end but swollen in the middle to form a grip. I can't believe I'm doing this!
I'm on my bed, heels against bum, thighs parted. Since the sober, rational part of me is disgusted anyway my fantasy might as well be disgusting, so its uncle Bob who is about to ravish me. I ease him in, he's cold and I shudder, even that sends a thrill through me. Now he has warmed up, I am languorously easing him in and out, luxuriating in the sensation, giving myself a gentle frig with the other hand. Aunt Sally appears at the foot of the bed, watching her husband shag me. She lifts the hem of her long nightie; her mound has a thick black bush. She starts to finger herself. Bob ups the pace of his thrusting and I go berserk, fingers flying, hips thrust up off the bed, thighs trembling. The top of my head comes off.
I collapse back onto the bed gasping for breath; I think I cried out and hope no one heard. I ease my silver friend out and pop him under the pillow. In moments I am fast asleep.
I sleep through till mother brings me coffee up at 10 o'clock. I am thanking her for being a sweetie when I remember "Bob"! A frantic glance down, he is safely tucked under my pillow. Mother is wandering round the room, opening the curtains, plumping a cushion. She wants to gossip, I want to get Bob cleaned up and put away! Will she never go? Hells Bells! Now my sister arrives through the connecting door. Vicki sits on my bed, one leg tucked under herself and the other trailing on the floor. Her short nightie rides up her thighs and my little sister is clean shaven, I don't know where to look. She chatters on unconcernedly. I am barely listening, trying to work out how to get rid of them both, when I hear, "Not surprised you're still in bed sis, you must have had a nasty dream last night, I heard you crying out!" She has adopted a solicitous expression, but her eyes are laughing, the little cow is teasing me. Mother is blissfully oblivious to all this, thank god, but Vicki isn't finished. "Must be jolly difficult for your roommate at Uni if you have a lot of those type of dreams."
This is too much! Mother starts making solicitous noises. Was there cheese on the buffet last night? You know cheese late at night can cause bad dreams. I think I'm going mad. Eventually I convince Mother that I'm fine and that all I need is some privacy to get washed and dressed. She leaves, shooing Vicki out as well. I have the bolts across the moment they've gone. I carefully wash and dry Bob and replace him on my dressing table while vowing to myself that I will never use such a thing again.
The rest of the Christmas break is over in a flash. My vow of abstinence is not put to the test as I have a couple more dates with Sam, who is very happy to satisfy my needs. Musing on the train back to Uni I decide that I need to rein my dear sister in.
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
Submitted by: Claire Age: 19 then, 24 now Gender: Female
My two contributions "English Undergraduate" and "English Undergraduate 2" were posted in May and June 2004. I started this third chapter, but it got forgotten in the whirl of student life until I found it while clearing out my computer to switch to a new one. I have more time now that I have graduated and taken the first steps in my career, so if you like it perhaps I will post more updates. Claire
I went home for the Christmas vac. It was lovely to see my parents and Vicki, my sister. On my first night home we sat up late in my room exchanging gossip over a bottle of wine. Vicki is only eighteen months my junior, but we have never been really sisterly. Strangely I felt closer to her now that we weren't living under the same roof, as if we didn't need to compete with each other. She asks me if I am seeing anyone at Uni and I tell her about Guy. No lurid details of course, just that he has taken me on a couple of dates, that he is impossibly dishy, and that it is nothing serious.
Vicki is dating John, a boy in her class, she describes him as, "very tall and sort of gawky, but he makes me laugh and he's very gentle." She has a way of saying "very gentle" in a sort of breathy sigh that makes me think that Vicki is a lot more knowledgeable than I was at seventeen and a half! We chat and giggle till the bottle is empty and we are both ready for sleep. Vicki returns to her own room via the connecting shared bathroom, as she goes she says, "Back to our nun's cells then, you can dream of your yummy Froggie and I'll dream of John."
I lay in my bed luxuriating in the simple delight of my own room, my fingers absent-mindedly twirling my pubes. Inevitably they slip lower and I start to gently twiddle my lips. There is no rush, I can go slowly and let my mind roam free. Vicki's last comment comes back to me. Something about the way she said dream and nun suddenly came into focus. While I am fantasising about Guy here is she doing it to herself next-door imaging it is John? My eyes are closed but I can see her sprawled across her bed, sheets kicked off, nightie gathered under her armpits, fingers flying between her thighs. My own fingers have picked up the tempo. Now her fingers have been replaced by a tall youth. He is faceless, but I can see his penis. It is very slim, but long. He licks his hand and wets the tip before feeding it into her. It takes him a while to get it all in. Her face is contorted in painful pleasure. Now Guy is behind me. He enters me effortlessly and watches over my shoulder as we shag. I come in an explosion of thrusting and straining, stuffing my pillow into my mouth to muffle my cries.
I lie there trembling, enervated by the intensity of my climax. I try to control my breathing, convinced that Vicki will hear me panting. My arm becomes cramped where it is curled beneath me, two fingers taking me from behind. I cuddle into the duvet and am asleep.
Next morning it all comes back to me and I shudder in self-disgust at involving Vicki in my lurid fantasy. I shower and go sheepishly down to breakfast. Vicki joins us. She is radiant. Sam telephones me. He is home for the Christmas vac too; would I like to go to a movie tonight? I would. He picks me up in his father's car and we go to the pub for a drink first. The conversation is stilted at first; we are both dying to ask, "Are you seeing anybody at Uni?" but neither one of us wants to be first. Eventually he gulps and gets it out. I tell him the same bowdlerised version of my dates with Guy that I had told Vicki the previous evening, then ask, "How about you?" Sam has been dating several girls, "But no one special." He tells me in his shy little boy's voice.
We go to see Cold Mountain. Kidman is ethereal and beautiful, Law is just 100% pure sex, and the cinematography is awesome. It probably isn't a good choice though. The subject is largely suppressed lust, which describes Sam and I perfectly. He put his arm round my shoulders and I can feel it flowing between us. As we leave the cinema I excuse myself to the ladies room. I freshen up, buy a packet of condoms form the vending machine, and slip my knickers into my handbag. Sam parks in a secluded spot on the way home. We get onto the back seat and five minutes later my skirt is up round my waist and Sam's trousers are round his ankles. I have no one else to compare him with, but he is very good. He seems to have learned a few things since he went up to Uni and I am glad that I made him wear a condom. We only stop when the packet of three runs out, I have lost count of how many times I have come. Sam drives me home in silence, I give him a sisterly kiss when he drops me off, and we are both a little shamefaced.
It is after 1.00am and the house is in darkness. I let myself in and take my shoes off before creeping upstairs to my room. I hang my coat up and start to undo my dress when there is a light tap on the connecting door from Vicki's room. She doesn't wait for an answer, just slips in. She wants to know all about my date and I am telling her about the pub and the movie as I undress. Vicki coughs and says, "Given up wearing panties on dates have we?" with a smirk. I don't intend to, but she is very clever at asking questions, and in the end I tell her every detail. As she listens she starts to become restless. She keeps shifting the way she is sat and every time she does she has a way of tugging at the crutch of her pyjama trousers and rolling the base of her thumb across her pussy as if rearranging an irritating seam. By the time I have finished my story Vicki is flushed. She gets up and does an elaborate stretch, yawns, and says goodnight.
I follow Vicki into the bathroom to use the shower. She goes into her room and I hear her lock it from her side, which is unusual. I can't help myself; I have to listen to her masturbating! I shower in record time, slip on a bathrobe, and turn of the light. Then I shut the bathroom door loudly, but stay on the inside. I creep back to the connecting door and put my ear to it. There is silence for a couple of minutes and I think I am wrong. Then the little sighs start. Soon Vicki is moaning and gasping. My hand is cupping my mound, my index finger flicking at my little man; I don't know how it got there. I can hear the bed creaking under Vicki. I sink to my knees to avoid falling over, my head still resting against the door, my other hand twisting and pulling at my nipple. The noise next door reaches a crescendo and Vicki cries out, then all goes quiet except for her gasping for breath. Mine hits me a moment later and I bite down on the collar of my robe to keep from making a sound. Thank God mother and father sleep at the other end of the house! I creep back to my bed.
The rest of the vac passes in a blur. We have houseguests for Christmas so I have to give up my room to my aunt and uncle and sleep in with Vicki. On Boxing Day we have a bit of a party, just a few friends round for drinks. Later on we put a CD on and start dancing. My aunt is my mother's youngest sister so uncle Bob is only about 29. We start to dance, and then a slow number comes on. I put my arms around him, but after a moment he pulls away slightly. I have been cooped up with the family for days and I have the devil in me. I pretend to stumble and as he catches me. I press my body against him. He has an erection! Poor Bob, I smile and grind my tummy against it. He goes scarlet and can't look me in the eyes. It is enormous; I swear I can feel it throb as I rub myself against him. The music stops and Bob steps away quickly, good job the lights are turned down! He avoids me for the rest of the evening.
We all go to bed. Vicki turns over in bed, she is wearing her new nightie and her bare leg runs along my thigh. Suddenly I am gagging for it. It is four days since I have been able to take care of business and teasing uncle Bob has backfired on me. I decide to creep into the bathroom and give myself a quick and discrete fingering. I slip out of bed and into the bathroom, carefully closing the door behind me. I am about to start when I hear Aunt Sally's voice, "Not tonight Bob, the girls are just next door!" Bob mutters something, then all goes quiet. I give it a couple of minutes before I start again. Sally giggles quietly and says, "Come on then, but keep the noise down." Moments later I am kneeling by the door, ear pressed to it.
There are some sighs and murmurings. I hear the bed creak slightly as Bob positions himself. There is a low-pitched grunt and Sally says, "God you're enormous! What's got you like that tonight?" I know that Bob is thinking of me as he shags Aunt Sally. I don't fancy him at all, but it is still very exciting to think about. My fingers are weaving languorous patterns of pleasure between my lips. I go slowly, wanting to make it last. Suddenly the bed creaks violently a couple of times and Bob gasps. "That was a bit quick!" whispers Sally, "You've got me started now, use your fingers." The bed creaks again as Bob repositions himself. Sally starts to sigh gently.
I am on my bed. Its not my fingers working on me its Bob's, his other hand is twisting almost painfully at my nipple. My hand will barely go round his tool as I strop it. I come so hard I fall over and bang my head against the sink, it is the drainpipe I am holding. Sally comes quite noisily just after me and I pray that she has masked any noise I have made.
Sam invites me to a party for New Year's Eve. Vicki is going with John as well. The party is great, fabulous DJ and lots of food and drink. John is a nice guy, tall and handsome if a bit shy. He obviously has the total hots for Vicki and I find myself envying her. Sam and I get pretty steamed up doing the slow snog numbers after midnight, but we can't find anywhere to go. Sam's father won't let him have the car and mother volunteers to pick us all up at 1.00am. Sam sits in the front going home, Vicki and I sit in the back with John. They start to snog and I can see the outline of his erection down the leg of his trousers. She reaches over and starts to run her fingertips very gently up and down it. She has that look in her eyes. The one that says this big powerful guy is putty in my hand. We drop the boys off. Minutes later we are home.
I quickly strip to get the shower first, then hang my thing up while Vicki is showering. She pops her head in, but I don't want to talk so she goes back to her room. I lay there thinking of Sam, Uncle Bob, and John. I'm horny as hell and slightly drunk. I finger myself listlessly for a while, but I need more. I look round the room and my eyes settle on the vanity set on my dressing table. It is a family heirloom that I inherited from my grandmother, solid silver and quite valuable. I have giggled with the other girls when someone has told a smutty story, but never believed anyone really did such things, now I'm tempted!
I walk across and pick the hairbrush, the shape is all wrong. Try the mirror, the handle is round, perfectly smooth, about seven inches long, tapered at each end but swollen in the middle to form a grip. I can't believe I'm doing this!
I'm on my bed, heels against bum, thighs parted. Since the sober, rational part of me is disgusted anyway my fantasy might as well be disgusting, so its uncle Bob who is about to ravish me. I ease him in, he's cold and I shudder, even that sends a thrill through me. Now he has warmed up, I am languorously easing him in and out, luxuriating in the sensation, giving myself a gentle frig with the other hand. Aunt Sally appears at the foot of the bed, watching her husband shag me. She lifts the hem of her long nightie; her mound has a thick black bush. She starts to finger herself. Bob ups the pace of his thrusting and I go berserk, fingers flying, hips thrust up off the bed, thighs trembling. The top of my head comes off.
I collapse back onto the bed gasping for breath; I think I cried out and hope no one heard. I ease my silver friend out and pop him under the pillow. In moments I am fast asleep.
I sleep through till mother brings me coffee up at 10 o'clock. I am thanking her for being a sweetie when I remember "Bob"! A frantic glance down, he is safely tucked under my pillow. Mother is wandering round the room, opening the curtains, plumping a cushion. She wants to gossip, I want to get Bob cleaned up and put away! Will she never go? Hells Bells! Now my sister arrives through the connecting door. Vicki sits on my bed, one leg tucked under herself and the other trailing on the floor. Her short nightie rides up her thighs and my little sister is clean shaven, I don't know where to look. She chatters on unconcernedly. I am barely listening, trying to work out how to get rid of them both, when I hear, "Not surprised you're still in bed sis, you must have had a nasty dream last night, I heard you crying out!" She has adopted a solicitous expression, but her eyes are laughing, the little cow is teasing me. Mother is blissfully oblivious to all this, thank god, but Vicki isn't finished. "Must be jolly difficult for your roommate at Uni if you have a lot of those type of dreams."
This is too much! Mother starts making solicitous noises. Was there cheese on the buffet last night? You know cheese late at night can cause bad dreams. I think I'm going mad. Eventually I convince Mother that I'm fine and that all I need is some privacy to get washed and dressed. She leaves, shooing Vicki out as well. I have the bolts across the moment they've gone. I carefully wash and dry Bob and replace him on my dressing table while vowing to myself that I will never use such a thing again.
The rest of the Christmas break is over in a flash. My vow of abstinence is not put to the test as I have a couple more dates with Sam, who is very happy to satisfy my needs. Musing on the train back to Uni I decide that I need to rein my dear sister in.
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
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