Gina's home from college for a week, and she has a mission in mind. She wants the man of the house to take her innocence.
Genre: FICTION / Erotica / General
Sexy little brat Gina hasn't found what she's been craving at college. She wants a man, not a boy, and with an entire week alone with the man of the house, she knows what she has to do. Luckily, he's wanted to have his sexy coed for years, and when they're all alone, he's only too proud that she saved her first time for him. He throws caution to the wind and takes her, hard and unprotected, teaching her exactly what an older man could give her.
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Still turned on from my earlier orgasm, my clit pulsed to the beat of the music when I walked into the club. I found my friends at the bar flirting with the cute bartender. Sitting on the bar in front of the empty stool was a frothy pink drink. I jumped up on the seat and took a long sip from the straw. Fruity and cold. Just what I needed.
“So where is this hot guy?”
Marla pointed at the dance floor. A throng of people gyrated to a dance beat making it impossible to pin point which guy she was pointing at. To me they all looked the same. Mostly college boys in jeans and t-shirts trying to bump and grind with any cute girl available. There were some older guys, maybe in their thirties, trying to recapture their youth. None of them really appealed to me. For the longest time I’ve preferred older men. I blame Matt. Seeing him walking around the house in his boxers, those sculpted abs, his muscular chest. The fine line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his boxers made me drool.
“Do you see him? The one with the black t-shirt, short hair.”
I craned my neck trying to spot him. Most of them had short hair and a t-shirt of some sort. When one guy from the throng danced to the edge of the floor Marla nudged me. He was cute. Didn’t look older than twenty-five. While I knew I wouldn’t sleep with him there was no harm in letting him take a short tour of my body. Crank my engine before I headed home. With me home for reading week I knew Matt wouldn’t be staying out all night.
With my gaze focused on Marla’s “hot guy” I drained my drink. I squeezed my eyes shut when the brain freeze set in. When the pain cleared I hopped off the stool and sauntered to the dance floor. We locked eyes and swayed together to the music, enough space between us at first to fit another person.
Already translated. Translated by Francesca Orelli
Already translated. Translated by Karla Marques V.