Eros University: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Eros University: Chapter 1

... couldn't believe it, but a private jet was waiting for us on the hot tarmac. I'd never had this kind of special treatment in my life. Heck, I'd never even been on a plane before! Of course, I'd never admit that to Ms. Maynard. The six hour flight took us from New York to…well, I don't really know, except that it was to some small forested island. Ms. Maynard was with me the whole time. She wanted us to become close friends so it would be easier for me to talk to her in case of some problem at school. At night on the plane we slept very close to each other; in fact, she slept on the row of seats just to my right. I didn't know counselors were supposed to be so friendly with students. The ones at high-school didn't even care to remember my name. The whole day we talked about ourselves—my interest in books and of her career. At night, well, let's just say some inexplicable force held me from screwing her right then and there as she slept. Ms. Maynard's golden hair had been let loose and her peaceful face was resting on a white pillow. The look on her face was indeed calm and serene; there was even the hint of a smile on her red lips. Ms. Maynard's body was on its side, legs tucked in and facing the back of the seats, and from the way she was positioned I could see her silky black panties from my bed. Actually it was just a couple of seats made into a single bed, but that didn't matter. I couldn't sleep damn it! She was so damn hot. For hours I just stared between her legs, ...

... stifling the urge to go over there and start fingering her till she woke up with a start. Lustful thoughts of Ms. Maynard and I fucking ran through my mind the entire night, but you have to believe me when I say that I'm not a pervert. Any man in my position would have felt the same! I was even more turned on because (and I admit this without blushing) I was still a virgin. For a virgin like me to be in such close quarters with a woman of Ms. Maynard's beauty was torture. Ms. Maynard did wake up once to go to the washroom while I pretended to be asleep. As she walked back to her seat I thought I felt her fingertips running gently through my hair. Was she toying with me, or was it just my youthful imagination? I debated the answer until I fell asleep. Then around 8:30 next morning someone shook me awake. "Enyo, we have a slight problem," said Ms. Maynard anxiously. "The plane's left engine is malfunctioning and we'll have to parachute to the ground." I shot up open-mouthed and wide-eyed, soon realizing that she was joking. Laughing, she said, "Oh how could you fall for that? We've already landed." That woman! If she wasn't so hot I'd give her a piece of my mind. We had landed on some secluded island, but other than that I couldn't tell you much else. An expensive-looking motorboat waited for us at the pier, which was isolated except for a few sailing vessels anchored close by. After meeting the captain of the ship, a middle-aged man in his late forties, we set off. The island was ...