Seduced In College (Campus Dorm Room School student One Night Stand Erotica Girl Romance Sex Stories series) Read Online Free PDF

smile. 
“Hurry up, you are going to be late.”
     
    He escaped faster than the world 100-meter dash champion.
     
    From that day on, he dared not to look at my eyes. 
“Good morning, Mrs. Sullivan,” he would whisper, sneaking away as far away as
he could as if I were going to eat him alive or something.
     
    Sometimes, I stand one or two steps more away from the
mirror.  He would have to walk right behind me.  It’s real fun to see
him so embarrassed.
     

     
    This morning, it’s warm and sunny.  The sunshine
peeks into the room through the semi-transparent window curtains.  I can
see the street outside clearly.  But people won’t see a thing
inside. 
     
    I stand in front of the mirror, examining my body. 
Well, let’s say self-entertaining.  My deep V neck blouse reveals my boobs
almost completely.  I like the black laces on my bra.  They look sexy
and tempting. 
     
    I turn and see a perfect S in the mirror.  It’s my
body .  I love it.
     
    I turn back to check my thighs.  I pull my skirt up
and check carefully.  I want to make sure no fat is trying to hide
there.  You know, the fat is your number one enemy.  It likes to grow
on your thighs and belly.  I have to watch out.  If I see any trace
of fat, I will have to take action.
     
    Dave bought me this full-size mirror.  Usually, people
have mirrors in the bedroom or the bathroom.  We have them, too. But I
want to have a big one down stairs.  This way, I can try both my clothes
and shoes.  You don’t want to bring your shoes upstairs, do you?
     
    I kick off my high heels and turn around a few
times.  I check every inch of my thighs and legs.  They all look perfect .
     
    I take a deep breath and see my boobs grow up like
balloons.  Great.  I definitely deserve the “Hot Mom” title.
     
    Suddenly, I feel like I’m being watched.  Coldness
flows quickly up my spine.  I turn around slowly but don’t see any
strangers.  I look upstairs.  Nothing.
     
    This is funny.  I scared myself.  Some my
girlfriends suggest I should have a dog.  A big one that can scare thieves
away.  Like a golden retriever.  But this is just unrealistic. I have
two little kids already.  I don’t want one more— one that needs my care
for all his life.
     
    I turn back and make a face at myself in the mirror. 
Then I see the “thief” from the corner of my eyes.  It’s the boy—Josh.
     
    He stands close to the piano.  The morning sunshine
makes that area relative dark so it’s not easy to see someone hiding
there.  This kid is so smart, he wears all black too.
     
    He is looking at my breasts.  So, he doesn’t know I
have found him. 
     
    I push my hands on my boobs, massaging them lightly. 
I see his cock grows bit by bit.  I unbutton my blouse to show my whole
boobs and then massage them again.  The boy’s cock sticks out all the way,
pushing his pants up like hot air balloon.
     
    I move my hands slowly up.  His eyes follow to my
shoulder, my neck, my cheeks, and then my eyes.
     
    Now, we are staring at each other.
     
    I turn around to face him.  I walk toward him
slowly.  He steps back and hits the piano.  He flips back and drops
on the piano.  His elbow hits the keys.  Tons of tones come out of
the piano.  The sound is so weird and so strong, Josh jumps forward,
almost hitting me.
     
    “Josh!” I stare at him.
     
    “Mrs. Sullivan, I… I…” his face is all red.
     
    “This is sexual harassment,” I say in a stern voice. 
Actually, I’m not sure if this is really any harassment at all because I really
enjoyed it.  But I want to see how this boy would react. 
     
    “Mrs. Sullivan, I’m, I’m te… terribly sorry.”
     
    “I will have to call the police.”
     
    “Oh, no, please, Mrs. Sullivan,” the boy almost cries.
     
    “Josh,” I say in a soft voice. “do you really like me?”
     
    He nods, and then shakes his head right away.
     
    “What does that mean?” I grin.
     
    “I… I don’t