The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Orr, Pauline

  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 sh
irt 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."

  They talked more and various friends came and went and, although they enjoyed the company, in retrospect they would realize that the talk of partying and the other silliness which made up most of collegiate life was just that: silliness.

  Debbie and her boyfriend Jack came over, with Jack sitting across from her but on the cheap coffee table in the room. They were so close that their knees touched and rubbed against each other.

  Liz didn't know if it was reciprocated, but she'd always been intrigued and attracted to Jack in the worst possible way and for the life of her she couldn't figure out the cause. He was handsome, but by no means overly so. They'd known each other almost since their first day on campus, a day on which she'd become instantly smitten with him. At times it seemed on the verge of more, but that was only in her mind. He was shy to a fault.

  And even though she flirted with him from time to time and sometimes even outrageously so, he'd never taken the bait. Perhaps this apparent lack of interest was what made him so desirable, but Liz thought it was a bit more.

  After about a year, she'd realized what made Jack different. It was how he treated girls, or at least how he treated Liz. They talked often but it was always platonic, but what made it great was not only what they discussed but how they did it. It was almost never sports, though Jack was a bit of an athlete. It was even less often the party from last weekend- or the one coming up this weekend.

  Rather, they talked about meaningful things like politics, the environment, and their lives after college. What made Jack so wonderful was that he seemed more interested in what she thought than even she did. Unlike most all men she knew, he treated her as an equal- an intelligent and vibrant one. He made her feel all powerful, like she could accomplish anything. It was an exhilarating feeling. Oh, and he listened too.

  On second thought maybe he wasn't a man at all, given that last thought. The thought of Jack being a closet transvestite made Liz burst out laughing which drew more than a little attention from the increasing crowd in her hotel room. Feeling amused but still just the slightest bit embarrassed, she stood up to excuse herself as she felt the first hint of a flush come over her face.

  As soon as she did, though, she realized she had done so a bit too quickly. Her drink went to her head — she doubted the lime was the culprit — and for a moment she almost fell forward as the result of a little wobble, but was able to put her hand on Jack's shoulder to steady herself.

  A few eyes looked her way, but most all turned away when they realized she wasn't going to cause a scene and fall into the floor. Jack looked hard at her, as if searching for something to say, but seemed reassured when she squeezed his shoulder with a bit of confidence as if to tell him she was okay.

  "Shake it off, Lizzie," she heard Curtis cackle from slightly behind her, though she could tell he hadn't moved an inch to check on her. He was too busy now being the loud center of attention at an increasingly loud gathering of half drunken coeds.

  Now having regained her composure, Liz stood completely and let her fingertips brush across Jack's jawline as she took her hand off his shoulder. He hadn't shaved yet and she found the prickles of his stubble teasing her imagination. Feeling a bit more color coming her face's way now, Liz opted to head for the bathroom and a splash of water.

  She didn't look back over her shoulder, but if she had she would have seen Jack slowly turn to follow her with his eyes.

  Liz got to the bathroom and closed the door, turning the water on in the basin as she did so, gazing at the tepid water as it ran over her freshly manicured hands before gazing at herself in the mirror. Her lightly made up "day face" as she called it, still looked pristine in spite of the slight buzz she was starting to feel. In a bit she'd shower and put on her "night face," but she wanted to enjoy the company of her friends a bit more first.

  Feeling the water finally warm to her touch, she gently splashed just a bit on her face, being careful to watch for any running of her make-up. Damn it, she thought, looking at herself again in the mirror. She'd managed to loose an earring!

  Without much more than a moment to consider where it might be, she heard a slight rapping on the door.

  "Occupado," she yelled, leaning toward the door a bit, though without taking her eyes off the mirror.

  Suddenly she realized that she had not latched the door as it was slowly opening and she could see a pale face slowly emerge.

  "Jack," she whispered, suddenly confused and realizing that perhaps she was a bit more buzzed than she'd originally though, "Give me a minute."

  "Well that's just it," he said, dropping his voice still further and pushing her gently back into the bathroom so he could enter and then shut the door after him, Liz distinctly heard the door latch this time. Oddly she found that it didn't bother her.

  "I've given you almost three years," Jack said, continuing, "And it won't be long before we will both be leaving to really start our adult lives."

  "I know," Liz replied as she sat on the edge of the tub to face him and crossed her legs, "I can't wait to get started."

  "But," he said, cutting her off, "have you finished your bucket list for college? Any regrets for things you haven't done?"

  Where w
as this going? Liz hoped everything was alright between Jack and Debbie.

  "Sit," she said taking his hand and guiding him to the commode, which she'd thankfully previously closed the lid on. "You okay? What is up?"

  "I don't want to leave here without being honest about the things I've dreamed about," he replied wistfully, "I at least need to share them, or I can't live with myself."

  "What, like proposing to Debbie?" she asked, becoming lost in his conversation as it was already too deep for her.

  "No, she and I have already agreed it is over," he said, visibly looking at the ceiling now, "It's other things, things that may get away. It's a convergence I feel. No, maybe not a feeling, but a need, or even yearning."

  "Dammit", she thought- the bathroom at the Holiday Inn wasn't the place for a deep discussion on the meaning of life.