The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (6 page)

She grinned as Joel bit his lip, casting a shy glance in her direction.

“Are you saying that you’d like me to be your boyfriend?” His tone soft and hopeful.

Jasmin said nothing, only graced him with an affirming nod that brought him out of his chair; letting loose with a victorious whoop as he swept her up in his arms and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.

As his lips and tongue massaged hers he carried her into the living room, walking in the direction of the soft, plush ebony day bed that formed the center of the room.

“Dinner can wait,” he growled against her lips, “I’m far hungrier for you.”

Tossing her trembling body into the softness of a soft down comforter, he stood tall and proud before her to perform a deliberate striptease that drove her insane.

She sighed her approval as he slowly peeled away his dark velvet jacket; then unbuttoning and discarding his ivory silk shirt to reveal a bulging chest.

He unzipped and tore off his tight black paints with comparable haste; revealing a long, hard shaft that stood erect for her approval.

An approval she displayed by sliding out of her own confining clothes and displaying every inch of her voluptuous body; savoring his moan of ecstasy as he descended upon her, once again joining his lips to hers as their arms and legs entangled.

Their bare, sweaty bodies joined in a passionate cocoon on the surface of their day bed; their tongues and fingers both entangling as they rolled wild across this perfect resting place.

“Though somehow I don’t think we’ll be getting much rest tonight,” Jasmin mused, taking in her breath as her lover bowed his head to her breasts and covered her nipples with his lips; kissing and suckling as he massaged her back with gentle, loving hands.

“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about this,” he whispered, his trim hips bolting forward to meet hers as the tip of his shaft teased her tender cleft.

Throwing her head back, an ecstatic Jasmin thrust herself against him; her voluptuous breasts crushing the surface of his chest as her legs entrapped his waist.

“So it’s true,” she smiled, staring deep into his eyes. “You dreamed of me too.”

In answer to her words her aroused lover plunged his cock to the soaking depths of her warm, tight pussy; holding her gaze as the lovers exploded in one another’s arms.

Their kisses were frenzied as his long, hard shaft probed and penetrated her; surging forth to her core as their arms clung together in a binding embrace.

Jasmin’s heart pounded as Joel kissed her senseless, pulling her body closer than close as their chests and thighs locked.

At one point their eyes flew open to ensnare one another in an intimate stare; one that reflected the intense heat of a friendship caught fire. He thrust against her as his engorged shaft probed and filled her; and then with a final mighty thrust he carried them over the edge.

Sealing what seemed an eternal bond of friendship and love, the couple’s lips smacked together as their beings ignited in the heat of an intense, multi-layered orgasm; one that enshrouded them in a haze of unbridled passion that threatened to consume them whole.

Moments later they lay together in a loose, easy embrace, their longtime friendship instantly recaptured as they whispered in hushed, slightly delirious tones about the totally cool thing that had just passed between them.

These whispers ceased moments later, as a loud, resounding knock resounded from their front door.

“Loud, obnoxious and totally unwelcome,” Jasmin pursed her lips, throwing a wary glance in Joel’s direction. “It has to be my ex-boyfriend.”

Her suspicions were confirmed moments later, when a key turned in their lock; allowing the entrance of a man whose pained expression brought endless delight to the watching couple.

“Oh really, Jasmin? So this is how it is?”

Peter Moore came to stand beside the couple’s day bed; planting his hands firmly on his hips as he observed their blatant nakedness.

“I just can’t believe this, Jasmin. I make one stupid mistake,” he held up a firm finger for emphasis, “and you choose to seek comfort in the arms of your himbo, man whore roommate?”

“That’s me!” Joel waved his hand enthusiastically in response to Peter’s insult. “Really Peter, did you think that this wonderful, extremely sexy woman would stay single for long?”

Ignoring Joel’s jibes, a chagrined Peter shifted his gaze to the face of a smiling Jasmin.

“I came to see if there was any remote possibility that you might want me back,” he sighed. “I guess, though, that the answer is no.”

Jasmin nodded.

“That, my dear, would be a fair assessment,” she agreed. “The only thing I want back from you at this point is the key to my apartment.”

Dismissing her shocked, scowling ex-boyfriend with a casual wave, Jasmin next turned to the smiling hunk who rested in her arms. And somehow she got the idea that he’d be staying there awhile.

“As far as what I want from you, dear man,” she kissed his smiling lips, “that question is going to take more time to answer.”

“I’ve got all night,” Joel assured her, pulling her closer than close and covering her lips in a binding kiss. “Not to mention the rest of my life.”

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She kept telling herself this wasn't a big deal and that in the big picture it didn't matter. As a college senior she had much more important things which should be on her mind, but so far she felt like she was on top of the world and that her next step would be a step down the hill towards middle age.

Liz was every high school girl's dream- or at least she was what she had dreamed about when she was still in high school. She was President of the most prestigious sorority at a major college, about to attend her spring formal. Plus, her fiancé would be on her arm for the entire evening which almost always boded well for her physical inner self.

The spring formal always centered on the outgoing senior class and the resulting farewells which ensued. She would again be in the spotlight she so adored, though the opportunities for her to shine in this picture frame were starting to narrow given her impending graduation.

Liz laughed to herself for a moment, thinking again about how they labeled things as "formals" which turned out for just a fancy term for prom-for-slightly-older-kids. Curtis would be there shortly to pick her up and get them over to Daytona Beach, a short two hour drive away from campus.

She went over again all the items she would need for the weekend getaway, knowing all the while that no matter how many times she went over this, something important would be forgotten. Everything was neatly laid out on her bed and she mentally ran down her needs from head to toe and then glanced on the bed to ensure she had things in hand. This was the third time she'd done this and she assured herself that after this time she would actually pack.

Hair spray, makeup, bra, panties, garter, heels, dress, earrings, moisturizers of several types, nail polish, lip gloss, lingerie, toiletries, curling iron, razors, condoms, 2 swimsuits. She thought she had just about everything she needed. Still unsure, she slowly put everything in her bag- except the dress of course, which she would take on the hanger.

As she hung the dress on the door frame to the bathroom she shared with three of her sisters, she imagined how she would look in it. She always loved to turn a head and look slinky and hot though stopping just a foot short of slutty. This dress she knew she could work to the hilt and perhaps a bit beyond. It was short but loose enough to let her dance should the mood strike her. But more importantly it accentuated her breasts, which she knew were her best asset. The dress was sure to get her plenty of looks from her sisters' dates and create some jealousy in Curtis, which was just fine with her given his recent track record.

Almost on cue, she heard her phone buzz with a text from Curtis that he was out front for her. Nothing like chivalry, she thought to herself sarcastically as she tossed her bag over her shoulder. She'd need to come back for her dress.

"You could help, you know," she said as she came out, spying Curtis lounging in his car. Thankfully he had popped the trunk for her so that she didn't need to do that as well. Perhaps out of shame, he did get out and give her a quick peck on the cheek as he closed the trunk for her.

"Oh," Liz exclaimed, "I have more inside."

Curtis just shrugged and followed behind her into the sorority house. They both knew she was out of his league but Liz had grown adept at using that to her own advantage.

"Is that your dress?" Curtis asked on getting back to her room, seeing the hanging bag. "Let me look," he said, making a move to open the bag to get a look inside.

"Um, no-ooo," Liz replied, slapping his hand playfully, but with just enough force to get his attention.

"Well love, what is it worth to you to keep your dress a secret- at least for a few more hours?" Curtis queried, a cool look in his eyes.

"If we are just talking about you," Liz replied in her best sorority girl voice, "Not all that much. But I absolutely do not want my sisters to set their eyeballs on this dress. I put too much work into finding just the right dress. It works my tits and my gams." She paused for a moment.

"So what do you want?" she continued, scared to hear the answer. He'd been pushing for anal sex for some time, which she was quite opposed to, feeling at least that was something she'd save for her eventual husband, which would not be Curtis.

"No, not that," he answered as if reading her mind, "but a quick release might be nice."

"We really don't have time, Curtis," she replied, a bit exasperated by the sudden and unplanned delay, but still intrigued and secretly game for it. She just wanted to make Curtis squirm a bit. Unlike most women she knew, she was almost constantly at least partially aroused.

"Let me go the the ladies room and then let's grab my dress and go," Liz said somewhat dismissively to convey her apparent displeasure. Seeing Curtis flop on the bed with shoulders drooping let her know her message had been received loud and clear.

Truth be told, she didn't need to use the restroom, but went through the motions anyway, even going so far as to flush the toilet. During her charade, however, she stripped off her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the bathroom counter. Mission accomplished, she opened the door and stepped out.

"You about ready?" she said, barely looking his way on her way to the closet. "Just let me finish getting set," she continued as she put on some strappy heeled sandals, bending over in an exaggerated fashion to show him her backside.

"More like it," she heard Curtis say from behind her, and she could hear two dull thuds as he kicked off his shoes. Next she heard the tinkle of his belt. She could feel his eyes devour her and, although she loved the look of men driven mad with lust for her, she owed Curtis a bit of payback as well. Her sorority sisters were still perplexed why she was even with him.

She bent over one last time, as if to check her shoes, and as she rose slowly she ran her fingers over her legs from ankle to hip, knowing exactly what madness it was causing for Curtis. Served him right, the little jerk.

Turning, she saw that he was now completely naked and fully erect. For all of his shortcomings, he did have a gorgeous cock. It wasn't the size especially, but it always just looked... sexy, intriguing, and perhaps more than anything fun. She noted that he'd nicked himself shaving again. She smiled knowingly as she knew that he despised shaving himself there and did so only at her insistence.

"Oh, did you think I wanted to fuck?" she said. "You know we are pressed for time and this is my big night to shine."

"And I am there for you, dear," he answered, trying to look sincere but testosterone was getting the better of him.

"Show me," she said. "Let's have some fun," she continued, opening a dresser drawer and reaching in. "Put this on for me," she said, moving closer to him until their knees almost touched. She tossed a sky blue bra on his crotch.

"What?"

"Put it on, then jerk yourself off. I'll model for you."

"You're crazy but okay. Just don't tell anybody," Curtis replied.

Clumsily he put the bra on, which looked rather comical as expected- the band was tight but the cups sagged limp and empty. He grabbed himself, teasing the pale purple head of his manhood between his fingers.

"Go ahead," Liz urged him, "I insist." She'd seen him masturbate many times before and found it extremely erotic. She loved being able to see the way the skin of his cock moved as he stroked it, the manner in which his testicles jostled between his thighs, the way his breathing changed through out the entire process, the final sexual release as he moaned and climaxed on himself.

She found it an exhilarating experience to watch and as much as she liked to — and did — join in on many cases- her days with Curtis sexually were just about over as far as she was concerned. Granted, a few drinks might change that, but it was just a matter of time until that ship sailed. She couldn't be betrayed and still love the betrayer.

She began to sway, much as she imagined a stripper would, had she ever really seen one in action. She swayed left and right and twirled a few times. She cupped her breast in her hands and made to approach Curtis, watching him play with himself the entire time. An older man may have caught on to what she was doing but Curtis was young and — frankly — oblivious.

"Whose cock is that?" Liz asked teasingly as she lifted a leg onto a chair, exposing her sex. She ran her fingers across it teasingly.

"Yours," Curtis said breathily, eyeing Liz like a hawk ready to dive. "Get on me."

"Not yet," she demurred, "You've got to get my cock a little bigger first. Then... maybe I will let you taste me."

Curtis quickened his pace on his shaft, and Liz could see a bead of moisture form on his head and was tempted to lick it off, but knew it wasn't right to do. Curtis reached down with his other hand and fondled his smoothly shaven testicles. She could tell he was close to climaxing and knew now was the time to help him finish.

"Imagine your hot come all over my tits," she moaned squeezing them together, "I am."

It got the expected response. He tilted his head back and pumped himself furiously. His eyes began to close from the self-created passion.

Quickly Liz grabbed her phone and, without Curtis being able to see her, took several pictures of her fiancé naked in a bra coming all over himself. Her task completed, she returned to the bathroom to get her clothes back on. As she pulled her shirt back on she shouted out through the door, "Are you decent?"

Without waiting for an answer, she went out and tossed her dress for the night over her arm.

The ride over to Daytona Beach, though long, was uneventful. Curtis drove too fast and Liz napped, as had become their custom when they travelled. Perhaps ominously, they'd never been much for conversation, though Liz did have to admit that they had talked more often and about a greater variety of subjects when they'd first been dating. Now she thought they more just tolerated each other for the most part with the only real chemistry left to them being that which they shared sexually.

They got over to the oceanfront resort where the formal was being held around 2:30 in the afternoon. Liz saw a few cars she recognized as those of her clique, but was pretty sure that they were among the first of the crowd to arrive.

Setting Curtis to check them in and get their luggage — mostly hers — up to their room, Liz set about heading to the top floor where the event was to be held to check things out. It was a great room which fronted the sea on two sides.

As expected, her good friend and sorority sister Claire was there running through the final arrangements for the annual video and picture gallery, which would be played right after the formal dinner concluded but before the following brief award ceremony and ceremonial parting words from the soon to be graduating class would be shared.

Liz popped the memory card out of her phone and handed it to Claire with a few brief instructions on some simple and last minute changes she wanted to make to the gallery. Knowing all was now well, Liz turned and headed back down to her room.

Pausing at the door, she could hear the commotion already from within which meant that Curtis had gotten settled in just fine. On entering, she could see that Curtis already had his cooler, which was filled with his own home made concoction that their circle affectionately referred to as "Curtis' Wine Coolers," set up on the balcony outside. There were a few other couples there as well relaxing a bit before they would eventually leave to get ready.

"Hey, babe," Curtis yelped from across the room as he filled up a fresh cup with his poison. Coming over he handed the cup to her and gave her a welcoming kiss. She could feel the alcohol on his lips and already see the slight pinkness in his eyes.

"Thanks, love," she replied, motioning for him to sit down so she could sit with him. She sipped her drink cautiously, knowing from experience that Curtis was hardcore when it came to mixing a drink. She also knew a little known fact that as a party progressed, he often added more liquor to his concoctions, so it literally became more potent as time progressed.

"Good batch," she said, flashing a smile at him and playfully digging her nails into his knee just a bit more than she needed to. "I like the lime this time. Adds a little exotic twist."