Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress - Sex Stories

Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress

... her pumps clicked against the floor. I sighed. This is getting out of hand. Why am I constantly fantasizing about beautiful women? I'm a total asshole for having such filthy thoughts about Ms. York, I scolded myself. It's debasing, like I'm taking advantage of her.... As I gazed around the class I had to stifle the urge to burst out laughing. Almost every pair of male-eyes was following Professor York with rapt attention. Some of the boys leaned in close and whispered among themselves, stopping every few seconds to look at Ms. York and smile before resuming their conversations. The girls were clearly distressed and insecure over having such an enchanting professor. One of the guys sitting behind me had his mouth gaping with a tiny sparkle of drool glinting off the corner of his lips. A cute red-headed girl sitting one seat over on my right noticed the drooling boy as well; she turned her face away in disgust, looking at me and shaking her head. "Perv," she says to me while nodding the other way. I laugh. "Don't tell me about it." The Professor went on speaking, and as much as I would love to have watched her, I began a whispered conversation with the girl. "I'm Enyo; first year and majoring in English." "Name's Millia," she said beaming, her bright eyes having a smile all their own. I had met some girls before whose smiles lacked sincerity: Millia's smile, however, was as honest as it was elegant. Though she spoke in a whisper, her voice was brisk and alive with ...

... confidence. "I'm taking Journalism and a minor in Philosophy." "I love philosophy!" I replied. "Did you know that this place is older than Plato's Academy and Aristotle's Lyceum? While they lasted that is." "No, but that's fascinating." Millia's smile widened, her supple cheeks extending with the gesture; I noted this tiny detail and was struck by how beautiful she was. "So Enyo," she continued, snapping me back to reality, "where you from?" "From America; Manhattan, actually. You?" "Canada," she replied, "I was born and raised in Montreal but later moved to Toronto." "Really?" I laughed. "I was set on going to Queens in Ontario till I got accepted here." "Yeah," she nodded, "I was going to go somewhere else as well," Millia leaned towards me, glanced around the room cautiously, and whispered, "but then that letter arrived." Ms. York went on talking; the boys went on staring; the girls went on trying to hide their disgust. However, Millia and I were in our own little world. "What do you think about this place?" she asked, looking inquisitive. "It seems mysterious, like something out of a book or movie. But you know: it does seem like a great school. I can understand—to some extent—the seclusion and why they want to admit students through their own methods." "Yes, yes, but don't you think it's still quite strange?" Millia said quickly, sitting on the edge of her chair. "I mean, this whole absolute secrecy thing seems too much, and being so isolated—I'm sure there'll be problems here." ...