WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 73: THE BAD BOY OF MY COLLEGE(1)

There he goes! The most handsome guy in our college. A biker, a bass guitarist and a surfer; an all-in-one, whose presence thrills all the girls in our class.

I was standing next to the wall of Zoology study room and staring at him like an idiot. He has cropped dark brown hair, straight nose and kind of curved eyebrows. His coral lips were full and tightly compressed as if he is dissatisfied with something. He is dressed like the biker he is—a black jacket with studs, a black t-shirt with a wide neck and black jeans, fitting so snugly to his hot ass.

God, what an ass he has! And what a body! He has the body of Hercules, but I cannot touch it because I know that he is not for me. After all, I am a straight A-student, and he’s an idler and a loafer. And besides, he is also a bully!

We are not the right match; we are like ice and fire. Moreover, he treats all the girls as if they owe him something. I am aware that I owe him nothing.

Maybe he secretly dreams that I would give him a blowjob. Ha!

I have heard rumors that our bad guy sleeps with females who are interesting, not only in appearance but mentally as well. In his words—‘I don’t like to sleep with brainless broads.’ So, all the girls who don’t pass through different stages of his competition will be automatically excluded from his list of prospective candidates to jump into his bed. How do I know this? I know because my best friend Stephanie missed her chance. She is a kind and sympathetic girl, but sometimes her upstairs doesn’t work

properly. She makes a fuss over all those rubbish cosmetics and clothes for all the wrong reasons.

She and I are different in that aspect. I almost never put on make-up and when I do, it’s just some mascara and a little lipstick. My preferred style of dressing up for college is jeans and a light sweater. Sometimes I put on a t- shirt if it’s warm outside. Honestly, I don’t care what others think of my style. I’m here to study, and I plan to get a diploma with honors. I don’t wish to fuck around with everyone and get expelled in the last year of my studentship.

Today is not my day. I feel so damn sleepy. Yesterday, I stayed up to study Zoology, which I hate. The only subject that doesn’t flow smoothly to me. It is easier for me to complete a lesson in my favorite Italian than to finish one in Zoology. I had to learn what proliferates, how many pairs of legs an antelope has, and the like. I couldn’t memorize any of it, and our playboy played a big part in my failure.

The whole night I was fantasizing about him, staring at the ceiling. Blast him!

I hope the God of Zoology will help me today.

I sit down at my desk, and our bad guy plops down on the chair next to me. By the way, I forgot to mention his name.

Jer. Even his name sounds sexy...

Stop it! You have a test today!

“You don’t appear particularly well, Brie,” he mutters, calling me by my name. He takes off his black jacket and hangs it over the chair, and even this small action radiates sexuality.

It will be a tough day for me. Ugh.

The professor begins to write on the blackboard, and everyone howls unhappily. He barks at us, and everybody goes quiet, reviewing the material

in their hands. I know it wouldn’t help me even if I do some last minute studying on account of this compelling bad boy gazing at me.

“And why do you care about me? Review the lesson. And stop staring at me!” I snap, pulling out my notebook. I cover my face with my long hair so that Jer can’t see it; he is distracting me with his presence.

I start to revise the material, but I suddenly feel somebody’s hand on my shoulder. I turn to look, and it’s Jer’s hand. Shit!

“You’re very tense, baby,” he snorts, moving closer to me. “You need to relax before the test, and everything will go like clockwork.” He continues, beginning to massage my shoulders, making me feel very good.

Heat is coming off his t-shirt; I feel the fire of his well-toned body.

Oh my God! Jer, go away!

“Are you nuts? Everyone is watching us. Take your hands off me!” I hiss at him. I try to sound composed while turning over the pages of my book and reading another paragraph.

“No one is looking at us. Everyone is busy studying for the test.” Jer says, and he touches my shoulder with his chest which gives my body goosebumps.

I cringe from that feeling, and Jer tells me in his seductive voice which I can’t resist. “Do you feel cold? I can warm you up so that you will feel better.”

And only after that, I become aware of his muscular arm resting on my thigh. It starts to move straight to my secret south, and I freeze.

Why did I put on a denim skirt today? Fool!

When I try to grab his arm, he seizes my own. Now I turn the pages with my right hand. He is a demon in black pants!

As if not minding my negative reaction to what is happening, he leans closer to my ear and continues to whisper captivatingly, using his deep

voice, “I gather that you’re a virgin, Brie. Don’t deny it. So enjoy what I am going to give you now.”

Just when I am about to ask him to get out of here, his hand quickly appears next to my panties and penetrates beneath them, starting to do crazy things. His long, nimble fingers glide over my flesh up and down, making me go low on my seat. I attempt not to give away.

I grasp the understanding that a single sound will spoil everything, and I will be thrown out from the class in no time! Our professor, although old, is not an idiot.

I sit in my chair, more or less quietly, while reviewing...uh...what am I reviewing by the way?

It doesn’t matter because this damn Jer continues to improve his petting. He parts the flesh of my entrance and sighs contentedly next to my ear, feeling my moisture on his fingers.

Damn, where did that come from? I’m not...excited, am I? No! No! No! I cannot be! And it is indecent. I’m a good girl and not some slut.

I can’t... I shouldn’t...

“You shouldn’t what?” Jer purrs, asking me directly and waiting for my answer for the longest time. Apparently, I said the last sentence out loud.

What a dumbass! Keep your mouth shut!

By the time I want to calm down after his temptation and answer him, Jer is already biting my ear and enjoying my body. “I know what you think of me, Brie, but I’m not that kind of guy.”

He continues to seduce me, even with his smile. He slips inside me with his index finger and carefully makes circular motions in my flesh. I can barely restrain myself from screaming, while Jer increases the radius of his circular motions inside my secret mound. I involuntarily begin to squeeze his hand with my hips.

“Hush, baby... You still have a little more...” He did not finish his sentence and groans in my ear. I can barely hold back my moans. I bite my lip nervously and endure until the end.

It would be a disaster if I let him bring me to an orgasm. No way! I have to stop it right now.

I dig my nails into Jer’s hand, but I feel his movements becoming even more accelerated. I made my situation worse than it already was. Jer continues to please me, feeling my frictions going down his hand.

I feel that I completely belong to him. His finger slides so well inside of me that I hold the opinion that it is meant to be there.

Such a shame! God! What am I doing?

And then the orgasm explodes within me. I accidentally let out a sound similar to a moan. Only it is more like a nervous giggle.

At that moment, our professor sees us from his seat, and I blush.

Damn it. He understood everything. I am burning in hell for this!