ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #8 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #8

... those things so you need to be very careful. Did you make sure to get all those chemicals off your face? Those Halloween makeups you k*ds insist on using are so filled with germs and they can destroy your pretty face that we spent a lot of money on. Speaking of, I found some of your facial scrub pads, sweetie, did you forget those when you went to school?" "Mom!" Freddie had to say finally to silence her ear torture with nonstop talking. "I'm fine and I've been very responsible. I'm not 5 years old anymore." "You sure aren't. You used to love talking to your mother, and now what is this attitude? Am I that horrible of a mother?" Ms Benson continued on and on while Freddie pulled his key from his pocket and opened up the room, to something he immediately regretted. "Shit!" his roommate exclaimed. Slouched over a chair at the desk they shared, Freddie witnessed Robbie masturbating heavily to what looked like some intense porn, and luckily managed to close the door back before the thin nerd could finish, groaning with his release. Freddie stood on the other side of the door now, just staring at it, unsure of what you were supposed to do in this situation. "Mom… I'm gonna have to call you back." * * *November 1 9:44am UCLA- Scott Hall Room 339 "So… tell me about him." Sam sat on the edge of her bed and looked over at the two scantily clad girls in the bed across from her, Cat and Noelle practically becoming one entity nowadays. They had been very busy together that morning ...

... already, which normally annoyed Sam, but this time, it was just fuel for her fantasy about this big, strong cowboy that could swoop her up. Unfortunately, Freddie's face kept popping up, ruining the mood when reality set in. Currently, Noelle was giving Cat a really good backrub from the sounds of it, which made getting answers somewhat difficult. "Nate?" Cat responded. "He's super nice and oooh… that's nice… and he is super old fashioned. Like he is all about being macho and stuff." "A macho man, eh? That's pretty cool." Sam's eyes fluttered back to the image of him carrying her through doorways. "So is he dumb or some-thing or why isn't he here with the rest of you guys?" "Oh… ha-ha… that's not my 'back' Noey," the redhead whispered giving a quick kiss to her partner before re-entering the conversation. "Sorry… Nate's a year younger than us. He's still in high school and stuff. Thought you knew." "Nah… but now I feel like I'm robbing the cradle a bit." "What?" Noelle said, looking at Sam incredulously. "Dude's like a year younger than you. Max. It's not a big deal. I mean, I'm almost a year older than Cat and we're making it work just fine." Sam was going to make a comment about that, but the two girls began to make out softly before they switched places and Cat took over the rubbing. "So… any bad stuff I should know about him?" "Not that I know of, but Tori would be the one to talk to about that. They dated for a while, and I know he felt something for her, but I don't really ...