Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress - Sex Stories

Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress

... they fixed themselves on the girls' breasts, buttocks, hips, or legs. Just then, two girls (one of them Oriental and the other Black) strolled past James and his buddies. They leaned in between themselves and said something I couldn't catch. James whistled out loud and his idiots hollered. The two girls quickly turned around, their faces assuming expressions of disgust as they looked from each other to the boys. "Did you just whistle at us?" asked the Black girl, who seemed more outgoing and confident than her friend. Both of them were quite beautiful. The Black girl was tall, about 5'8, with dark skin, and shimmering chestnut hair with auburn-highlights which fell just past her shoulders. She had a full figure, with small breasts but very long and sexy legs. I could see a faint, golden luster of sunlight on her dark brown thighs. The uniform she was wearing stressed the curves of her body and looked striking against her dark skin. Actually, the skirt was very short for her height: it wasn't even up to mid-thigh and served to accentuate her slender legs. She had a long, beautiful face: large eyes with blue irises (contact lenses, I would guess), a slightly upturned nose, and full lips painted in maroon lipstick. The Oriental girl (possibly Chinese) was an arresting contrast. She was very short, at only 5'1, thin-figured, and pale skinned. With vibrant brown eyes, a cute, slim nose, and bright red lips, her face's miniature features were offset by her robust cheeks and dimpled ...

... smile. Though the Oriental girl was petite, her heavy breasts were larger than her friend's. Her legs, neither long nor short, were nonetheless a beautiful and tantalizing contrast to her shy nature. Compared to the Black girl, her uniform was a loose fight; the dark blue skirt fell to her knees and I could see it flapping in the wind. Perhaps the girl's most resonating feature was her hair: it descended sleek and straight to mid-back, and I imagined sliding my fingers through those fine, silk threads. James leaned back on the fountain's edge and said with supreme arrogance: "Yeah, babes. Why, you don't like being whistled at?" His buddies were snickering between themselves and slapping their leader's back. "As a matter of fact, no," replied the Black girl, who had one foot forward and a threatening finger pointed at James and his friends. She looked furious. "We don't like dickheads whistling at us, so just keep your lips shut!" Following a burst of laughter, James' friends fell silent as they realized they'd just been insulted. James stood up and pointed to his crotch. "Why don't you open your lips and suck on this. You're gonna like it, babe. And maybe you can get your little Asian friend there to join in. I'll bet she's real tight. Come on; there's some great places in this school where we—" "Fuck you!" barked the Black girl in a loud, fierce voice. She attempted to step forward but was pulled back by her friend. The Oriental girl's expression was that of a scared little ...