My Summer Internship at the University of Cambridge

Chapter 2

Spiders and late-night chats

 We are now in week two and although I have cleared my room of spiders, sprayed corners with peppermint spray and netted my window, spiders still seem to be coming into my room, more so than anyone else’s. Beatrice, who is not afraid of them, has kindly helped me to remove them upon request. However, I feel that deep down she is getting annoyed by this tedious task. Last Friday, Amanda, the programme lead, whom we have weekly group catch ups with during our afternoon training sessions asked us how things have gone. The spider problem has come up and she had asked who is not afraid of spiders. She pointed out that Ethan is next door, to which he jokingly replied “I have not been summoned yet, but I’m happy to assist.” Which I replied with “I’ll hold you to that.”

 It's Monday night, at around 1:30am and I’m sat on my desk doing some work on my computer. I get up to draw the curtains as it is now dark outside and I am ready to hit the sack. As I approach the window by my bed, I notice a very large false widow spider on the frame. Now for you to understand the sheer panic and fear that ran down my spine, you need to understand that in England, tarantulas are not a thing. In London you will only find common house spiders, if you live in a flat like me, you will not come by garden spiders at all in your personal space. My heart sank and I was terrified. I ran across and grabbed my weapon of choice (my umbrella) and stood there, in a staring battle. Beatrice is asleep and probably everyone else too, I did not wish to disturb the others so late in the night. I knew that Rudd’s was still up. He eats a late dinner, watches a movie or might game on his computer. I can hear him sometimes through the walls, he normally sleeps at around 2am. I decided to text him and ask for his help: (screenshot of message can be found in comments)

Me: Are you awake?

Ethan: are you fighting a spider?

Me: Yh

Ethan: Ok

Me: :/

Ethan: Do you need help?

Me: Can you save me, please.

Ethan: Ok

I opened the door and found Ethan, dressed in his white t-shirt and grey shorts, wearing his white Nike socks and Adidas slides.

 “I can hear you moving around your room, so I knew you had a spider in there.” He said smiling.

 “it’s a false widow, please help me!”

 “Where is it?”

 I pointed across to my window and he came up to inspect it, it was high up so he needed to stand on something. I dragged across the chest which is centred in the room and then handed him my umbrella.

Ethan sniggered, “What is this!? Hahaha” he said as he inspected my weapon. It is a large umbrella, a metre and half long, at the end I taped place a ball of scrunched up newspaper and then went over this with duct tape in reverse so it is a sticky ball.

 “It’s my spider weapon.” I said wide eyed, excited to explain to him how it works. He paused and stared into my face for a few seconds, smiling at me. it felt like a long time, but I cracked and smiled back, mainly because of how silly it was to make this contraption. Ethan used my weapon and stabbed the spider quickly onto the tape, he then covered it with more tape and took it off the umbrella into a smaller bag, which I handed to him.

 “Should I take this with me?” he asked.

 “Please, I don’t want it in here!”

 “I don’t know how to repay you?” I said, “Wait.” I opened my drawer and took out a lollypop, I handed it over to him and he smiled. “And there’s plenty more where that came from!” I said jokingly.

 “Thanks, goodnight.

 “Goodnight.”

* * *

It is Friday again, and we are in our afternoon session with Amanda. The week has gone well and we have now all adjusted to Cambridge life, some are still struggling. We all get on really well and have bonded. I had several other spider incidents including a large moth, Ethan helped me with these. I went shopping yesterday and got him some treats (which I noticed he eats, such as M&M’s) I left these in his kitchen cupboard. (You can find the message surrounding this in the pictures I will attach below). We updated Amanda about the spiders in my room and Ethan shared that I have a “really interesting contraption” which the “engineering that went into it is impressive.”

I was really embarrassed and covered my face; I think I was turning red which he could see as he took pleasure on continuing with the stories. 

 We had a break, and as we came back into the building together, five minutes before we were due back into the room, we all spoke in the foyer area, forming a circle as each person re-joined. Ethan was standing across from me and as someone was talking everyone else was listening. As he was listening, he kept playing with his t-shirt and lifting it up slightly as he is wrapping his arms around the bottom of it, I couldn’t help but look. I can see a hair trail going from his navel down. I noticed the band of his navy-blue Calvin Klein boxers and a slight bulge from his trousers. I look up and notice him looking at me directly in the eyes, I look away and I think I went red, acting like I wasn’t staring.

* * *

Later that night, Ethan put on the group chat that he was bored and wanted to chill in room 7 (an empty bedroom that we converted into a living area) if anyone was up for it. Unfortunately, no one responded so I messaged him (screenshot can be found below) if he wanted to come to my room and chill, to which he agreed. Jas joined us, she’s next door to me on the other side of the wall. We played Go fish the whole night and spoke about life. at one point the conversation steered towards advice, Ethan was asking about relationship advice (in order to get into one). He explained that his group of friends would make fun of him if he ever brought up the topic, but I told him everything he needed to know to win a girl’s heart over, Jas agreed with most of my points and added her own. Some sexual innuendos came up and the topic turned to pornography which was then followed by kinks.

 “OK, let’s put it out there for the fun of it, what are your kinks?” Ethan asked cheerfully.

 “Oh god.” Jas said as she looked at me, Ethan looked at me as well.

 “Why are you both staring at me??” I said in panic.

 “Come on Jay.” He said.

 “I don’t know, I’m embarrassed to say.”

 There was a little pause. “You go first.” I said to him.

 “Me!?” he laughed. “Ok, well, mine isn’t as exciting but my kink is that I need to be in control.”

 We both stayed quiet and just looked at him.

 “LIKE Real control…” he explained as he held out both of his hands, as if he is holding a ball. “And I like to be rough when I do this, rough and dirty.”

 I felt a tingling sensation and was turned on by this, my dick was semi erect. They both looked over at me and I flung my head back and said “no I cannn’t!”

 Jas proceeded to go next and shared her kinks, a list of her kinks shall I say, which made us laugh. When she finished, they both looked at me. “Come on Jay.” She said, “we shared ours...”

 “Ok ok…” I said covering my face with my palm “I like what… Ethan does.”

 “Wait what??” He said as he sat up and leaned in.

 “You like to be in control too?” Jas asked.

 “Not quite.” I said with my hands still over my face. “I like it… when… when… a guy takes control. I like to receive it rough.”

 I removed my hands and looked up at Ethan, who was now staring at me with a smirk on his face, looking directly into my eyes. Jas continued to tell us about a story we reminded her of, to do with some friends of hers. Throughout her story me and Ethan kept exchanging looks and I can sense him staring at me from time to time, I confirmed this when I looked up and he was smiling, looking at me. “What?” I said. “Nothing” he responded. They both left my room at around 2am.

* * *

It was Saturday 8am the next morning and I was woken up by my alarm which I forgot to turn off for the weekend. I heard Ethan leave his room around 9am, I was still in bed. His door closure was followed by his footsteps out of the house and the front door closing. It’s a very heavy door so everyone can hear it. I was feeling horny and started touching myself, thinking about Ethan. Suddenly, I remembered he leaves his door on the latch, he finds it easier as he does not want to keep locking and unlocking or worry about having to go to the porters to get a spare key if he ever locks himself out (something we all have done atleast once). I hurried along out of my room and snuck across the hall; I was overjoyed to find that I was able to open his door. As I entered his room, which is very small compared to mine I was confronted with a strong smell of Ethan. He had a distinct smell, of natural body sweat, Hugo boss bottled Night (I don’t know why I get attracted by men who are into boss bottled) laundry detergent and smoke, like genuine firepit smoke lol. The floor was covered in clothes and mess. I went towards his bed where his hoodie was and picked it up and held it up to my nose. I felt comfort from this familiar scent, I stayed there for a moment imagining I am hugging him. I look down and by my foot I find his navy-blue Calvin Klein boxers that he wore yesterday, and I notice a wet fresh load of cum inside.

 I have never grabbed something so fast in my life as I run from one room to another. As I entered my room I stripped out of my clothes and lay on my bed butt naked. I then treated his boxers like a delicate bomb. I reversed his boxers inside out and spread open the front and placed it on my face, inhaling every single smell from his manhood transfer from the cotton of his underwear into my nostrils. I licked his bleachy salty cum slowly, all whist vigorously jerking my dick off, As I tasted his cum my dick grew rock hard, I can now feel the veins beneath my fingers and I let out a shallow breathy moan, unable to contain myself now. I lifted his boxers again with my right hand and moved it up my face, my nose was now smelling where his balls hung, his sweaty laddish balls after the long work day he had yesterday. It was musky and smelled just like him. I moved further down and could smell a hint of his sweet ass come through. I brought my face back to the top of the boxers and began to lick every drop now, I couldn’t help but imagine in my mind all the times he would stare and smile, our conversation yesterday with his reaction and the moment he caught me looking at him down below. Did yesterday’s conversation make him horny? What if he cummed to the thought of me under his control? I pretended to myself that his morning wank and cum was of him thinking about fucking me. As I did, I can feel my cock pulsating and I released a HUGE cumshot. I don’t think I have ever cum solo like this ever, I moaned a bit, which I never do when I masturbate alone. I felt several wads of cum splash up and down back onto my skin, my thighs and my stomach alongside my bedsheet. I lay there as I was on cloud 9, recovering whilst I kept inhaling his boxers, the natural smell beneath the cum was strong. I eventually got up and wobbled my way to my drawer. I decided I wanted to keep these for myself and bagged them up and hid them behind my boxers. I know this is obvious and rude but I need to get off to these for a few more weeks before I return them. I got a picture of them, again uploaded in the comments (these are after I have used them a couple of times).

* * *

It is evening time. half of the group had left for home over the weekend whilst five of us remained. We wanted to check out this café/bar at Selwyn college. It seemed empty during the evenings as students were not on campus this summer, so we headed there with my pack of cards and played the night away. We played several rounds of go fish. Throughout the game me and Ethan were being silly and using sexual innuendos throughout our speech.

 “Eliza, do you have jack?” I ask.

 “No, Go fish.”

 I pick up and as I do I cut my eyes at Ethan, sitting next to me, smiling and staring.

“What are you looking at Rudds??” I ask cheekily.

 “Oh, I’m coming for you.” He said (in reference to my Jacks)

 “Yeah, how hard are you going to come?”

 “Real hard, I will come all over you, you would be drenched!”

 “Mmmm can’t wait…”

 When it was his turn, he requested my Jacks but in a forceful tone. “Put your Jacks down HERE NOW!” He said pointing on the table in front of him. As I did this, I had a smirk and then came out with “Errghh I really want to say something nowww….”

 “What, just say it.” he said.

 “No, its best that I don’t.”

 He looked curious and I’m not sure if he thought I was going to say something nice or not. What I wanted to say was that I liked the way he demanded my jacks, it turned me on.

 At one point I asked him for twos, he had his cards low in his hands, sitting above his crotch area. He took the twos out and held them there, I grabbed down and took them off him whilst at the same time saying “why do I have to touch you down there to retrieve my cards??” as a joke. He responded by raising his eye brows playfully with a smile.

 When we got back home, I heard him sneeze (through the wall), as a little joke I messaged him bless you, which he responded to. I found this small interaction funny and cute. At the bar I asked him if he had been jerking off a few days ago, because as I was sitting at my desk I heard some serious moaning, but he claimed it must have been something he was watching, because he cums without making noises, unless he’s having sex. Again, this also turned me on, him sharing with me that when he cums he doesn’t make a peep lol.

 To be continued