I was just nineteen, at uni, staying in digs with about ten other students. I was enjoying the freedom of life away from home, both academic and social. I'd realised there was plenty of sex on offer with first year students anxious to throw off the shackles of home life, and experience life in the adult world. My landlady was also a divorcee and seemed very friendly towards me, and I'd noticed a little casual flirting fro...

I was always looking for opportunities at university to try different things, explore new experiences, meet interesting people. I joined many clubs and societies, often attending one or two sessions to "dip my toe in the water", so to speak. If I liked the activity, or the people, I would persevere. Otherwise, I would move on. I joined a theatre group (excellent), a choir (good), a history group (deadly dull), a walking g...

It was a hot day in June. Sweltering actually. I'd finished my last lecture of the day at three in the afternoon and felt in need of a shower. I walked back to my digs along roads that seemed to buckle and move in the heat. It was probably my imagination. Or heatstroke! As I turned the corner I spotted one of my co-tenants who had a flat on the floor below mine. She was a mature student, I estimated her age as about thirt...

I'd been out for drinks with mates on Friday night, but decided I needed some food and bed and made my way back to my digs around nine-thirty, via the Chinese takeaway. As I approached the house, I was aware of a figure inside the porch. I neared the figure and realised it was an auburn-haired girl. I reached the door, and she turned suddenly and exclaimed a loud "Oh!" She told me she had arranged to see the landlady but...

I'd had a problem with my bank account and one of the rent payments to my landlady had failed. She had a fierce tongue if you stepped out of line, and she was very keen to get her rent paid on time. Before I got a tongue-lashing, I went down and told her what happened. My explanation of the problem seemed to satisfy her (as well as the replacement cheque), and she offered me a cup of tea, which I readily accepted. Her dau...

I soon got into a pattern with Olivia and her Mum, Rose. I was sleeping with Olivia, post getting on the pill, most weekends, leaving school days clear. Her Mum was a less regular visitor, usually when Olivia was on sleepovers or school jaunts. The arrangements worked well and still left opportunities for me to expand my sexual circle from the university "talent pool". One day, Rose came to see me to tell me about her sis...

Olivia and I were having fairly regular sex, mostly on weekends. It was pretty vanilla stuff, given her lack of experience. But we were trying a few new positions, a few new quirks to expand our sexual chemistry. We had tried various positions, but she favoured doggy. One lazy Saturday afternoon I was fucking her hard but decided to step things up a notch. I wet my index finger with the copious juices coming from her puss...

My usual Friday night with Olivia was cancelled due to the arranging of a girls' night out, to which I was not, inevitably, invited. After an arduous day at uni (two hours of lectures and a quick seminar), I joined a few friends for a Friday night drink. One of the guys there was collecting together a posse of guys who fancied attending a party at the local teacher training college. He pushed the idea that there would be...

It was the start of my final year, and I desperately needed a textbook which was out of print. After putting an ad on the noticeboard, I got a reply saying one was available. I made arrangements to collect it, and prepared to make my way back to the campus, with the book, for the first lecture of the day. After waiting ages for a bus, someone informed me that buses weren't running due to a strike, volcanic eruption, visit...

With a decent degree, I was forced to consider the world of work. I started to look, but one of my lecturers said I should consider a master's degree. He further mentioned that the Oxbridge universities were interested in having more post-graduates in my subject area. The application process was straightforward and in an instant, I was doing a postgraduate doctoral course. I favoured Oxford over Cambridge and found ideal...

One of the perks of university life was taking prospective students on a tour of the University (and being paid for it). At the start of the year, hopeful seventeen-year-olds would come to the University and be given an academic pep talk by one or two of the eminent professors, lunch in the SCR dining rooms, and then let loose on those of us who had volunteered to show them the key sights (the main campus, with the six or...