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by Richard Higgins
Category: Erotica/Fetish Erotica
Description: Young Man's Sexual Misadventures! In a dazzling new mosiac novel, Richard Higgins captures the essence of sexual encounters in the U.S. today. Woven into the narrative of Nick, a young man in search of sex (and plenty of it!) are snippets of the erotic adventures of his neighbors and friends. Discover what happens when Nick meets Amorous Angela, when he goes to college, when he meets the three sisters, when he visits Bare Ass Beach, when he joins the Army, when he discovers himself in bed with a redhead, and on many other carnal misadventures. You will also uncover the secret of the very horny Amy, what goes on in a neighbor's swimming pool, how much steamier two people can make a sauna, how hot it can get in a cold graveyard, what goes on and off on a golf course, and much much more.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: October 2007
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [158 KB]
Reading time: 102-144 min.
Nick Flanigan was a tall, young, well-muscled man with red hair and blue eyes. He was originally from a small town in Connecticut called Windham, which is near the University of Connecticut. Angela Ramon possessed curly bat-black hair and deep brown eyes. She was from Madrid, Spain. She was strikingly attractive and unusually intelligent. Honey Wilson was a blue-eyed blond. She was a sexy, intelligent, young woman who hailed from the South.
Nick was eager to immerse himself in the course work and assistantship duties of the fall semester at Appalachian State University. To Nick's surprise, Angela became secretary of the Counseling Office, being favored over many other women by the department head. Her fringe benefit gave her tuition for one course per term. She chose a class in "Spanish Novelists." Honey Wilson's workload was heavy. She signed up for two courses and was a graduate assistant in the English Department.
On the day before Christmas, Honey drove to Grandfather Mountain to walk the Winter trails with a group of athletes. That night Nick was in his room decorating a Senryu poem he had written with India ink. There was a knock on his door. When he opened it he found Angela standing there clad in a skin-tight, red, transparent sheath with glitters. Although he invited her in, he was fearful of what might happen. She immediately pressed herself against him and French kissed him. In Honey's absence this was highly likely to occur, as Honey had been dating Nick, but Nick strengthened his will power, saying he had to prepare for classes, and asked her to leave.
At an exotic bar in Blowing Rock, Angela met the president of a community college. He said his name was Dirk and he was strikingly handsome. His college was down the mountain from Boone. They drank scotch on the rocks while sitting at the bar and later occupied a table. Angela was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he was trying to figure out how he could get her into bed. There was a four piece jazz band playing and they danced for a while. She pressed against him and could feel his erection. He held her close and kissed her.
Dirk said, "I have a hotel room here in Boone. It is plush, fireplace and all, built in bar, pleasant music continuously piped in."
"Yes," she said, "let's go there."
They settled in and Dirk mixed some drinks. He put Art Farmer on the turntable and they listened to the honeyed sound of his horn. They sat on the couch and kissed and stroked each other. He stood, took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. There was no resistance on her part. Dirk undressed Angela and shed his own clothing. His cock was massive. She sat on the edge of the bed, naked, and held it in her hand and sucked on it. He came to the edge of orgasm and stopped. This handsome man pushed her down onto the bed and mounted her, licking his sweet pussy. They ended up in a sixty-nine position and he brought her off. Dirk turned her over and prepared himself to enter her. He feared it was too big to get it in so he extracted a tube of K-Y Lubricating Jelly and applied the grease to both her hole and his pecker. Even so, he had to operate slowly so he wouldn't hurt her, but once it was in it was satisfying to both of them. When he came off she had her second orgasm. They agreed to meet again.
Angela was wearing hot pants and a silk blouse when she entered the main library late at night. She was carrying sharp pencils and a legal pad, intending to do some serious intellectual work, but when she went back into the stacks she encountered Mr. Judge. In fact, she literally bumped into him.
Mr. Judge thought mainly about books and their care. He was a plain looking middle-aged man and probably only thought about sex when he saw Angela. On this particular night she surprised him as it was closing time and no one else was around. He became aroused and when she saw that was the case, she gently touched him on the outside of his pants.
"Would you like to kiss me, Mr. Judge?"
"Well, yes, but someone might see us."
Angela said, "No one else is around. At any rate, we can go up to the third floor of the stacks."
They climbed the stairs and he held her close. He was raging with sex. He thought, "This makes up for all the abuse I endure. It makes up for the lack of respect I suffer, and my poor salary."
He peeled off her blouse and bra and licked her nipples. She replied with a sigh. He unfastened her shorts and removed her violet panties. Mr. Judge thought he was in heaven. He lifted her and placed her on a desk. She helped him remove his trousers and boxer shorts. His cock was standing out straight and a liquid was dripping from its head. He slid it into her sweetness and it didn't take long for them to have an orgasm. After a while Angela said to him. "Mr. Judge, you are good--damn good. You made me feel good. I hope you enjoyed yourself."
Angela contracted a serious cough with a stuffy nose and a temperature, so Nick took her to Dr. Billie Who. The doctor took one look at Angela and became excited. He took her into an examination room and shut the door and locked it. Angela saw that the doctor had an erection which didn't surprise her. She was accustomed to having men react to her in this way. She knelt in front of him, took out his stiff cock and sucked on it. Dr. Who placed her on the examination table and put her feet in the stirrups ordinarily used for women about to deliver a baby. He stood between her legs and got it into her. It didn't take long for them to come off. Soon after he took her temperature, kissed her, and gave her a bottle of Dr. Phil's Remedy. On the ride home she told Nick what had happened. Nick found it difficult to understand that kind of behavior.
The next day Nick stepped into the Baptist Church located on Oak Street, just off campus. It wasn't really a religious thing for him. He was just getting out of the hot sun and needed to enjoy the coolness and the quiet of the church. He sat in a pew half way back and closed his eyes. After a while Nick heard a thumping sound. He stood and walked toward the front. He couldn't believe what he saw. Angela was there and so was Elmer, the Professor of Religion, who had been at a party thrown by the southern belles. That professor was fucking Angela. He had her bent back onto the altar with her legs wrapped around him and was moving his prick in and out. Their vigorous, amorous motions accounted for the thumping sound Nick had heard. Angela gave a loud groan and had an orgasm. The man of Religion followed suit. They were so engrossed in their love making they didn't notice Nick. He quietly left the church, thinking perhaps this Professor of Religion's real name was Elmer Gantry. Nick Flanigan had both anger and a throbbing in his pants.
After a few classes Angela found she was having a bit of trouble with the class in "Spanish Novelists." It would help if her knowledge of Spanish was more current. The Professor of Spanish was a cute little man. He always wore a suit and was well manicured. He had a goatee and a curly mustache like that of Salvatore Dali. She wondered how he would be in bed. He wasn't much older than her and she loved his sense of humor.
So one afternoon she went to see him during his office hours. He was delighted to see her and bowed her into a chair. He had noticed her from the first class and wondered how he could get to meet her. First he brushed away any concerns she had about the difficulty of the course, patting her knee. Angela was wearing shorts and a blouse with her hair worn up. She looked delectable.
He said, "Do you know, my dear, all the advantages a professor has? On first glance my office doesn't appear very large, but there are hidden rooms and compartments not apparent to the eyes. Would you like to see some of them?"
Angela said, "I would be pleased to see these secret areas."
He came from behind his desk, took her tiny hand, and led her to what appeared to be a large, blank wall. By pushing a concealed button the wall slid open and there was a smaller room with two cots and a mattress, and beyond that was a shower cubicle.
The professor chuckled. "Fringe benefits, my dear, fringe benefits." He pressed the button again and slid the wall closed. "What would you like to do, my beauty? Shall we take a shower or engage in a rest?" He pulled her closer and stroked her. She didn't mind at all. He had a delicate touch and she liked him. In fact, she was getting heated up.
She kissed him back, giving him some tongue. "Whatever you prefer, Professor."
They ended up on a cot naked. He worked over her body, using his tongue and his lips. This treatment made Angela purr like a kitten. The professor was just as smooth making love as he was lecturing on Spanish novelists.
He asked, "Are you ready, my sweet beauty? I am going to take you to heaven. I have wanted you, my dear, ever since you stepped into my classroom. It is as though I am the spider and you are a vulnerable fly."
"Take me, Professor Spider, and I will be yours. Do with me what you wish."
She was lying on her back and he was lying on her, entering the sweet body of his favorite student. They worked together, taking their time until they were on the edge of coming off. She had her legs wrapped around him, the ankles closed above his back.