Collegegiate Sluthood Continues Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Collegegiate Sluthood Continues Ch. 01

... seduction.

The bar was quiet now - with only a few guests scattered around. Business types, happy to nurse a quiet whisky or beer for some time on a Sunday night. Will didn't sit down but moved a little closer, perching his arms and leaning over her.

"Didn't think I'd see you again... so soon," he admitted softly, his eyes scanning around.

"What time do you get off?"

"Last rounds' at ten. I'll be done by eleven. Once I've cleared up."

"I'm staying in the Presidential suite. Miss Andersen and her friends have checked out - but she's let me stay over."

Will nodded in understanding, his expression neutral. "Well, I hope you're enjoying your stay."

"It's been great so far. But I want it to be even better. I want you to come see me."

He looked at her, "Damn.... You're so direct... Sure."

"Good. Do you have any weed by any chance?"

"No..." he stated at first, then seemed to reconsider.

"No?"

"I don't have any. But I know someone who might. Works here too. He's a sous chef."

"Great."

"I'd have to ask him to bring some up."

"Great."

"He might wanna join in. Probably might."

Andrea took a sip of her drink as she contemplated the proposition. "Even better."

Will smiled, releasing some tension, his broad shoulders slacking a little. "How was the party last night? The one for your friend?"

Andrea weighed up what to tell him and to what level of description. "I'll tell you all about it later. Put my tab on Mrs. Andersen's account, ...

... please. And text me when you're coming over."

She smiled as she noticed the visible bulge in his jeans as Will walked back to the bar. The veil of professionalism was slipping at last.

***

Andrea opened the door a few seconds after hearing the knocking.

"Hi boys," she greeted with a welcoming smile. A guest of the hotel though she was, she was happy to play the hostess too. She was wearing a turquoise-colored, silky dressing gown, an amenity of the suite - allowing at least temporary modesty in concealing the black lingerie set underneath. Smiling back at her in the corridor was Will and his friend - a large framed dark-skinned man with wide eyes, dreadlocks and a scruffy stubble. He could have been in his early thirties or perhaps older.

"Hey..." Will greeted, losing his confidence for a moment as he seemed unsure of her name. Quickly he moved on, hoping that she hadn't noticed and if she had, she'd forgive given the fact that it was only the second night of their meeting. "This is Mack. May we come in?" he added politely.

Andrea eyed his companion. He was older than Will but his rough around the edges look and facial hair might have belied his age. There was an appeal to him - even though he wasn't as good-looking or groomed as the boys she regularly fucked.

"Hi Mack. Nice to meet you," she greeted.

"Very nice to meet you too," he spoke confidently, his eyes quickly moving over her. "Heard a lot about you."

"Is that right?" She laughed, widening ...