Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress - Sex Stories

Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress

... me. In your case, Enyo, I think you're very special." "Really?" I smiled. "W-why? "You just have this air to you," she replied, stroking the back of her index finger up and down my neck, making me squirm in my seat. "You're a man of mystery and I'm sure most women would find you attractive. In fact, when I first saw you I knew I wanted you." Whoa! I thought. My ego was definitely getting a boost. "It's that mystery," she continued, "which makes me desire to know the deep thoughts and secrets of your mind." Ms. Maynard's compliments were making me blush; her voice was casual and didn't break like mine. Then she asked me the dreaded question: "Are you still a virgin?" It came out of nowhere. There was no small talk leading up to it! I stammered, almost choking: "I, I, I...." Ms. Maynard threw her head back and let out the mature, delightful melody of her laugher. "I knew it!" she said, still chuckling. "I knew it! Oh, Enyo, you really are a wonder." "Wonder?" I asked. "W-what do you mean?" "Oh, you know," she began, now caressing my cheek with her soft fingertips, "You're so intelligent, mysterious, modest, and handsome—but you're still a virgin." "S-sorry," I apologized for some stupid reason. Her caresses were thrilling through my skin and making the hairs on my face stand up electrified. "There's nothing to be sorry about," she said. "I think it's cute. Besides, it's been a while since I've had a virgin in this room." "W-what!" I exclaimed. "Y-you don't mean...H-have you ...

... e-ever, you know...?" "What, Enyo?" she asked with a mischievous smile. Her golden complexioned face, her blonde hair, her smooth neck—everything came together to create such a striking portrait. To think this woman—the sexiest I'd ever met—was trying to seduce me! "Y-you know, d-done it with one of t-the students?" "I'm not at liberty to discuss that, Enyo," she said with the same naughty smile. Ms. Maynard sidled closer to me. "I could barely contain myself that time when I pushed you against the wall and stroked your cock. I wanted you then. Oh, Enyo! It was so difficult." I can't believe what I'm hearing! My thoughts were broken as Ms. Maynard placed her soft fingers on my lips. I gently kissed them and noticed Ms. Maynard squeeze her luscious thighs together and rock her head back and forth, her eyes glazing over. "But I knew I couldn't just give in my urges," she said after a moment, gasping for breath. Her penetrating hazel eyes were fixed on my own. "I needed to make you want me—crave me." I laughed nervously. "Well it seems to have worked." "Really?" she asked, sliding her hand down to my right thigh and squeezing it. "B-b-but tell me," I croaked out, stunned at what I was hearing. "W-why do you want me to c-crave you? Unless...." My voice broke as Mrs. Maynard squeezed my thigh harder; tremors shot through my body. I was continually shaking, as if I had a fever. She stopped all physical advances and answered, "Because I think you're very sweet, Enyo, and I like sweet ...