WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 34: WILD WITH DESIRE(1)

CHAPTER 1 

Every day was the same for Alex. He'd wake up and lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to put it off for as long as possible. 

But eventually, he'd sigh to himself and get up, knowing that he simply couldn't put it off any longer. It was a boring job, but he told himself that it was a means to an end. He kept looking to the future - which really wasn’t that far away if he was being honest - and telling himself that it would all be worth it. One day.

Sometimes he thought that it had been a mistake to take a year out before going to college. He had seen all of his friends go off and start their new lives in new cities while he had been stuck in a rut back home. 

It had seemed like a good idea at the time - earn some money, do a bit of traveling, meet some new people and go to college with a wealth of new experiences under his belt. In the end, it hadn't quite worked out like that though. 

In fact, it had turned out to be more of a grind than an adventure. He had managed to save a little bit of money but it hadn't been enough for him to take himself away on any trips to anywhere exciting. The whole summer before everyone else had gone away he had told them with an air of condescension how it was cute that they were all going away to college but he was heading off into the “real” world. 

So far, however, all he had seen of the “real” world was the daily nine to five as he dropped off parcels for a local delivery company. 

At last, he was starting to put a little bit of money away and things were looking a little bit better, but he was still wondering when he was ever going to be able to actually afford to go on any of the big trips he had planned.

 Initially, he had imagined himself going to Europe, Asia, really seeing the world. Maybe a trip around South America. As time had gone by his ambitions had shrunk somewhat. He had started thinking about trips to cities that he had always wanted to see - cities in his own country, anyway. 

Then he had started thinking about places where his friends had gone away to college. They had been full of tales about all thefun that they were having and he had to admit that he was more than a little bit jealous. 

He would hear about the girls that they were all meeting - girls who were partying now that they were away from home for the first time - and he wanted some of that for himself. He knew that he would have it when he finally left for college the following summer, but he was feeling impatient. 

He also thought that it might be a good way to get a bit of practice in. There had been girls in his life before but somehow he had so far failed to go all the way with any of them. 

It was a secret that he’d managed to keep from his friends, always somehow managing to change the subject whenever they started talking about things of that nature. 

He didn't understand quite why it had never happened for him. He was sure that he had come close on more than several occasions. It seemed as though fate had conspired against him at every turn. When he'd hear stories about college life, however, he was sure that nothing would possibly be able to stop him when he finally got there. Heading away to visit friends seemed to be the best way to test the waters. He could be the cool out-of-town friend.

The working man. He knew that he might have to flash the cash a bit and show off what a big shot he was, but he could live with that. If he wasn't going to get to make enough money to go on the big adventures that he'd

been dreaming of then at least he'd get to have some fun with what he did have. 

He could blow it all and then maybe - just maybe - when he finally did go back home and go back to work then it wouldn't seem quite so bad. Maybe it would even be a sign of things to come - save up a bit, go away for a party, blow it all and then go back to work. 

Then, when everyone else came back for summer, he could take it a bit easier and save up so that he had some money to blow when he finally went away to college properly, well versed in what it took to really party when he got out there. 

He knew that girls thought he was a pretty good-looking guy. He used to look at himself in the mirror and try and see what it was that they saw in him. He wasn't modest, he just couldn't really understand it. It was true that he had grown into a tall, handsome guy.

 He had always been fairly athletic,but the days carrying packages around for work had helped him with that even further. He had long, dark hair that used to hang in his face too much, but which he had made an effort to push away from his face. He had a good jawline and a contagious smile. When he'd look at himself in the mirror sometimes he'd smile at himself and he'd get at least a little bit of a hint about what it was that the girls saw in him. He had to admit that he had a good smile, anyway. 

He had considered who he could head off to visit. There were a few of his guy friends who were the most obvious ones - guys who had been telling him all about the good times they were having, the good times of parties, and hot college girls. 

Another part of him wanted to go and see Robin. That was a bit more problematic, however. Robin was the girl who he had been seeing for a few months over the summer, and when she had left he had been a little bit heartbroken. 

Perhaps it would have been easier for him to come to terms with it if he hadn’t felt as though he had just been left alone like that. She went away, and then he was stuck there in the same old town with nothing but memories and regrets about what might have been. 

He remembered all the times over the summer when he had really thought that Robin was going to be "the one" - the girl to who he would end up. losing his virginity.

 Sometimes when he was alone he could picture her as she had been - walking in the sun in a summer dress that showed off her perfect, long legs, or lying by the pool in one of her bikinis that showed so much of her body and yet...somehow not enough of it at the same time.. He remembered one afternoon when she had been round at his house - they had the whole place to themselves - and she had been sunbathing in the garden in one of those bikinis of hers. 

He had gone inside to get them both a drink and when he had stood at the steps leading out to the garden he had smiled as he looked at her spread out there on a sun lounger, looking so bronzed, so sexy, so damn perfect.He felt a sudden rush of emotion within him. She was his, all his. What had he done to get that lucky, to get a girl like that? He really didn’t know. But all he had to do was walk down there, walk down those stone steps andacross that lawn and take her. He headed over slowly, quietly. He knelt down behind her. He admired the line of her body. She was lying on her back with her bikini undone.