Just Your Average Story XI - Sex Stories

Just Your Average Story XI

... day he crossed the hallway. Retrieving his swimming trunks and a towel he left the apartment complex, traversing the street he headed of the beach. He prowled searching for his prey, out in the distanced he saw her, in pack. A slim tanned brunette with shoulder length hair. Her round face contained hazel droopy eyes, hooked nose and thin lips. Introducing himself, he learned her name was Val, they chatted before long he convinced her to break away from the pack. Chatting he led her to a small nearby café named Relax, among the locals, famous for its arroz con leche. The place was packed, though thankfully he found a table whose previous guests decided to leave right this moment. Noticing her necklace, he commented, “So you’re part of Kappa Zeta Theta?” “Yes, how’d you know, are you part of a fraternity?” Shaking his head he answered, “No, my life isn’t that entertaining, I took some physics classes. However, I’d like to hear about how fraternities and sororities worked.” Val started going into the intricate nuances of the sisterhood, all of which he already knew. He pretended paying attention to her as he thought how great it was to be a literal know it all. “No more pretending to get lost, not know a language, failing a class, life of the average person truly sucks,” he remarked. “You know when I lectured you about New York’s history, I felt really good about myself. But after searching your mind… all I have to say is this.” Bella sent a brain-splitting headache causing ...

... him to wince in pain. “Are you okay?” Val asked. Nodding he replied, “Just been in the sun too long, please continue I was learning so much.” A familiar face came near him, “Hello my name is Naomi and I’ll be your…What are YOU doing here?” Surprised, “Just came here to get some food,” he answered. “You two know each other?” Val questioned. Erick grimaced, “We’ll I met this girl last night and she greeted me with a tazer, to the neck.” “Shouldn’t have touched me,” Naomi huffed. “Keep track of your belongings next time,” he fired back. “How about we just order?” Val cut in. Doing just so they ordered arroz con leche along with café con leche for Val; unlike her quick temper, Naomi was very patient when writing down their choices. Her pudgy body moved gracefully around the place and her ass cause head to turn. Unlike Mandi’s round beast, hers was more of a teardrop. Leaving the restaurant he walked with Val towards her car. “Wait,” someone screamed behind them. Pacing closer to them was Naomi, “You made an error,” pointing at the receipt, “you wrote a hundred instead of ten in the tip column.” He shook his head, “No mistake there, sure you might be a bitch; but, when it comes to serving your work is second to none so I tipped what I felt was the right amount.” The garage Val was parked at was close to the El Flamenco Rosado. Before separating she said, “Are you sure about the tip, isn’t too much.” “Money no problem for me, anyway it was good hanging out with you this afternoon.” ...