Finals Frenzy 2 - Sex Stories

Finals Frenzy 2

There was a slight ache between my legs as I lounged in my dorm room thinking about my encounter two weeks ago. I had seduced a total stranger named Ben and promised to meet him again for another 'study' session but never showed up for round two. Meeting Ben in that study room hadn't been a planned event; sex with Ben had been more of a brash, impulsive spontaneous thing initiated by me. Now, the part of me that had always demanded abstinence and purity was infuriated, though, the warm tingle and wetness I felt from just the thought of what Ben and I had done in that study room was far more dominant. I had meant it when I said I was going to help Ben study, but decided against it at the last minute because my erotic thoughts, physical needs, guilt and pious moral conscience made it difficult for me to step foot in the library and be alone with him, just the two of us in a small study room. Still, I could not deny what I was thinking, or my calculated actions to ease my needs. It was as if I was a woman possessed. I had never done anything like that before. Yet I entered the library, met Ben in the study room, and rather than help him study, I let him have me. More to the point, I had him. I hadn’t seen or heard from Ben since that experience. Perhaps the best thing for both of us would be to leave Ben to wonder what had happened to good, sweet, innocent Jean, the woman who was going to help him with his studies. Finals were mostly over and the majority of the students had ...

... already left for summer vacation. The dorms and common areas were nearly empty, only a few exceptional students were left cramming for an exam or packing to leave. Pulling on my black yoga pants and a tank top, I took a long look in the mirror. I had a bit of an exotic look with almond shaped eyes and dark straight hair long enough to reach my waist. I wasn’t perfect but I went to the gym often, and considered myself reasonably good looking. My body was on the curvier end of things; my Latina heritage gave me full hips and breasts. I sighed, remembering the silly times when I had wanted to be just like all the other girls. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, picked up the load of laundry I needed to wash, and headed to the laundry room in the basement of the dormitory. Entering the laundry room, I tried to turn on the lights but sighed in frustration when the room remained cast in darkness. Thousands of dollars in tuition and yet the school couldn’t even replace a damn light bulb? Despite the dim lighting and dark room, I still needed to get my laundry done. Muttering to myself about the inconvenience, I went to work, sorting through the colors and separating the loads. I emptied the detergent and fabric softener into the right machine slots and turned on the washer. Just then I heard the steps of another person entering the room. “Jean, how nice to see you,” a voice whispered behind me. Every syllable, every word was pronounced and enunciated with clarity and sarcasm. I froze. ...