ROXANNE - Erotic Confessions of an Art Student

The following story is true, more or less. Names have been changed to protect the naughty…

After adjusting the picture on its hanger, I stepped back to check its position in relation to the others on the wall. Good. Everything looked in order. I was in charge of hanging the paintings for the art exhibit this month, and I was just about finished. It was the first semester of my junior year and I took my position as part time Professor’s Assistant seriously. Of course, the freshman cuties hanging around and asking me questions about art was just a bonus.

“Looks great!”

I turned to see who had spoken and was pleasantly surprised to see Roxanne, a girl from my Spanish class. And let me tell you she was hot! She sat in the seat in front of mine in the classroom and sometimes I would find myself staring at her luxurious red hair, longing to run my fingers through her soft trusses. As yet I hadn’t got up the nerve. She stood about eight inches shorter than my 5’10”, had beautiful green eyes and a great smile. Her breasts were large on her petite form, although not out of proportion, and she had a very nice ass. She oozed femininity, but also had a quiet strength. Her grades were better than mine and since I was an honor student, that meant there was also a brain behind the beauty.

“I tried your apartment, and when there was no answer I thought I might find you here,”  she said.

“Yeah,”  I replied, “I spend about as much time here or in my studio as my apartment. Sometimes I don’t get in until three or four in the morning, when there is a deadline coming up.”

“Is it all right if I look around?” she asked.

“Sure, be my guest,” I said.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” she said. ” Here are the notes I borrowed for the day I missed class. I really appreciate the loan.”

“No problem, I might need to borrow yours sometime.”

I took the notes and put them on the desk near the door. I couldn’t help but wonder why she had brought the notes here. I would be seeing her in class the next day.

As Roxanne walked around the small gallery, pausing to examine a painting now and then, I thought she seemed uncharacteristically nervous and fidgety. I was enjoying her company, but I sensed something was bothering her and I didn’t think I knew her well enough to ask. However, my question was answered a few minutes later. We were looking at an interesting painting, our shoulders lightly touching, when she turned to me with a serious look on her pretty face.

“I have never done this before George, and quite frankly I don’t know if I know how. There is this movie I have been wanting to see, a comedy, and you have a great sense of humor and I was wondering if you might want to go see it with me this Friday,” she blurted. “That is, unless you have something else planned.”

Wow! I was speechless for a moment, taken by complete surprise. I had been shy with girls in high school and looking back I probably had missed out on a great relationship or two. I had overcome this by now, but in no way did I expect to be asked out by a girl, especially one this striking. I was not a flamboyant type of guy, or in the popular crowd, but my grades and my ability to get things done usually meant most people in the community knew of me. However, an Adonis I’m not. I had spent the previous summer in basic training for the National Guard so I was in pretty good shape. I had brown hair, blue eyes and a recently grown beard, trimmed short. I had more girl friends than guy friends, with the emphasis on “friends”.

I smiled and said, “That would be great! What time would you like me to pick you up?”

“Seven is fine, but I don’t mind driving,” she smiled.

“Well, I just got my car fixed up, and I like to drive it when I can get a chance,” I laughed.

“Okay, great, well, I guess I’ll get back to my room, got some studying to do,” she said. “Bye, George!”

“Have fun,” I replied as I watched her walk out the door. “Bye, Roxanne.” I couldn’t wait till Friday!

Well, Friday finally arrived, and I went to her dorm to pick her up. I had on a nice pair of slacks, matching shirt and a nice sweater. As Roxanne came down the old fashioned staircase, I stood there in awe. She had on a very short black leather skirt, dark stockings and high heeled black boots. Her red silk shirt was cut low to emphasize her ample cleavage. A short black jacket completed the outfit. Her luxurious red hair seemed to have a life of its own, flowing from the brass hair clip that was its only adornment. It allowed her hair to flow free, while exposing her neck and delicate ears. I didn’t know how I was supposed to concentrate on the movie!

The date went very well. We seemed to have a lot in common. The movie was pretty funny, we laughed at all the same places. Although my eyes kept straying to her sexy legs. When she crossed her legs I could just make out the garter holding up her stockings. After the movie we had a nice dinner, and as she insisted on paying for the movie, I insisted on paying for the dinner. I was raised in the south, and I guess I’m still a little old fashioned still. I also believe in opening doors for women, as a sign of respect. Anyway, we had a good time.

On the way back to the dorm we were quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. Whenever our eyes met, we smiled, happy to be together. I hated to see the night end. When we stopped in front of her dorm, I mustered up the nerve and asked if she would like to go to my apartment for a nightcap. To my surprise she said yes, so I drove on down the road a few blocks and pulled into the parking lot.

My apartment was one of four in a converted old Browning, on the second floor. I walked behind her on the way up the steps and enjoyed the view, her heels clicking on the old wood boards. We made a turn at the top of the landing and I took my eyes off of her ass long enough to unlock and open the faded green door.

It was a typical college guys apartment, maybe cleaner than most, but spare of furniture. It had two rooms and a bath, a full kitchen in one and the other a combo living and bedroom. I had an old couch, a bed and a small T.V. on a box in the corner. There were comfortable carpets on the wood floor. A closet near the bathroom held all my clothes. On the mantle above the fireplace was a small stereo.

I led her to the couch and asked, “So, what would you like to drink? I have some wine coolers and a six pack of Coors.” Yeah, I know, not very sophisticated.

Roxanne opted for the cooler and I grabbed a beer. I put on some light jazz guitar, lit some candles and sat down beside her on the couch. She wiggled closer so that our legs were touching. We sat there quietly a few minutes, sipping our drinks and listening to the music. Roxanne was very warm against my leg. I put my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled up close. The smell of her perfume was heady. She looked up at me as if to say something, and as her lips parted I leaned in and slowly touched my lips to hers.

Hesitant at first, the kiss became more passionate, our tongues meeting and caressing, tasting each others juices. A slight moan escaped her as the kiss heated up. We sat our drinks on the floor without breaking the kiss. My right hand began caressing her thigh, slowly moving towards the edge of her skirt. My cock was pushing against the zipper, as I didn’t have any underwear on. There was a wet spot on my pants.

Roxanne was warm and feminine in my arms, her breathing and mine increasing. Her breasts were straining against her silk shirt with each rise and fall of her chest. I could tell now what I had wondered about all night. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined under the blouse.

I bent down and pulled the top button off with my teeth. She gasped in alarm, but I bit off the second button before she could complain. The lustful look in her eyes told me she liked it despite herself. As the third button came loose, her ample breasts burst forth, free at last. I didn’t waste any time. I ran my tongue all around the outside of her left breast, moving slowly towards the nipple. As I got closer to the center she shuddered, and made a satisfied sound as my mouth closed over her erect nipple. My right hand still continued its journey under her skirt, finding her lacy panties. As I stood up in front of her she raised her legs to me and I pulled her panties off over her boots. I pulled off my sweater and shirt, and Sue reached up and  loosened my belt. She unbuttoned my pants and smiled as  my penis sprang forth, engorged and throbbing.

“Are you happy to see me or are you happy to see me?” she purred mischievously.

“Lets find out,” I replied, smiling.

Roxanne reached around and placed both hands on my ass, while running her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip, licking me like a school girl licks an ice cream cone. Opening her lips, she took the head of my cock in her mouth, tongue flicking as she moved down the shaft. I grinned as I ran my fingers through her hair. Just what I had longed to do in Spanish Class!

She devoured my cock, moving up and down, obviously not having a problem with oral sex. She seemed to really enjoy the taste. So good…

“Oh, not yet!” I gasped, not wanting to cum this early.

I helped her to her feet and got rid of the jacket and blouse, but she kept on the skirt, garter belt, stockings and boots. Roxanne turned around, placed her hands on the edge of the couch and stuck her butt up in the air. She began to wiggle back and forth, teasing. I placed my hands on that delicious ass and parted her cheeks. She moaned as I stuck my tongue in her pussy, darting my tongue in and out, and lapping up her juices. I let my tongue move over her clit, flicking, then very slowly moved into her pussy. I licked the sensitive area between her pussy and asshole, then let my tongue linger on her rectum, making circles as she shuddered.

The sight of her skirt pushed up over her back, in combination with the stockings and boots was just too sexy. She looked back over her shoulder and purred, “How about sticking that big cock in my wet pussy?”

She didn’t have to ask me twice! I stood up, and grabbing her hips, I put the tip of my cock to her dripping pussy. I entered slowly, feeling her muscles contract around my dick, enjoying the sensation as I eased up all the way, my balls connecting with her with each stroke. I reached around and cupped her full breast, while steadily stroking back and forth, taking it all the way in and all the way out, Roxanne moaning with each stroke. She was so wet she was dripping, my cock engulfed in a warm, moist embrace. My strokes were getting faster and  I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Are you close? I gasped.

“Oh, fuck yes!” she replied, “Fuck me hard, don’t stop! Fuck!”

I was happy to oblige. Her breasts bouncing with each stroke, I pounded her pussy, balls slapping, gasping, Roxanne moaning. We went at it hard then, no tenderness, only raw sex, hard fucking, a Stallion mounting his Mare.

Suddenly she screamed, “Oh, God I’m cumming!”

Which pushed me over the edge. As she shuddered in orgasm, I grabbed a handful of that luxurious red hair and I shot cum deep inside her, mixing my juices with hers, the orgasm flowing in waves, the pleasure almost unbearable. Using her hair like a set of reins, I pulled in tight with each final stroke, seeming to release an endless flow of simmering cum. We stood locked together for a few minutes, my cock pulsing in time with her own pulses, relishing the feel of each other’s sex, each other’s bodies.

Afterwards we took a shower together, taking pleasure in soft, wet skin. I asked if she wanted to stay the night and she said yes. As Roxanne lay sleeping in my arms, I smiled at a sudden thought. It looked as if Spanish class was going to be a lot more interesting now that I had found a naughty Senorita!

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THE PHOTO SHOOT - Erotic Confessions of an Art Student

The following story is true, more or less. Names have been changed to protect the naughty.

“O.K., that will do it for today, see you Monday.”

The art teacher left the room and the students began packing up their materials. I gathered my stuff and hurried to catch up with Colleen. She was taking art as extra credit, but she was pretty good at drawing. I needed her help for something else, however.

“Hey, Colleen, can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked.

“Sure,” she paused, smiling. “What’s up?”

“I hate to ask on such short notice, but I’m in kind of a jam. I’ve got an assignment due in photography class Monday, and I need a model. Do you think you could help me sometime this weekend?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve never modeled before, what do I have to do?” she asked.

“It’s mostly about lighting and shadows, so there is not much you have to do. If you have a bathing suit that would be great, but you can keep your clothes on,” I laughed.

“All right, sounds like fun. I think I’m free tomorrow afternoon,” she said.

“Great, I’ll reserve the photo room and see you then!” I gratefully replied.

NEXT DAY

I set up the tripod and attached my Minolta 35mm SLR to the top. Even with the availability of many fine digital cameras, I still preferred my old film model. I checked to make sure it was secured tightly, then went about setting up the lights. The assignment was about contrast in lighting, so it would be pretty dark for most of the shoot. Only one light at a time would be used, to achieve maximum contrast. I was actually looking forward to the session as Colleen was quite attractive. She was short, barely 5’, with brown hair and very dark eyes. She had full, pouty lips, a dark complexion and a full figure for her stature. She wasn’t plump, but very curvy. She was very sweet, but sometimes I got the feeling there wasn’t much going on behind those pretty eyes. Oh, well, nobody is perfect, certainly not me!

All right, everything was set, now for the model. There was a knock at the door , as I looked at my watch. Right on time! I opened the door and Colleen entered, carrying a small duffel bag.

Smiling, she asked, “Where do I change clothes?”

She had on sweats and a t-shirt, the thin fabric doing little to hide the dark area around the nipples. I struggled to keep my eyes above her neck, and said,

“There is a dressing area in that corner. The light has an old pull chain on it.”

After she closed the curtain, I could hear the pleasant rustling sounds of a female changing clothes. I loved the sound of different fabrics sliding over soft skin. She slid the curtain back and stepped out, clad in a very nice one piece swimsuit.

“How is this?” she asked, turning around for me to get a good look.

“That, that will be just fine, ” I stammered. “Step over here to the stage and we will get started. I know you don’t want to spend all day cooped up in here,” I replied.

“That’s O.K., you can keep me as long as you need me,” she said.

Colleen was a natural, completely comfortable in front of a camera. She held any pose with ease, not moving until the picture was taken, but not looking strained or artificial. It only took a couple rolls to get what I needed, so I told her we were finished.

A little hesitantly, she said, “If you had time, I was wondering if you might could take some shots for me. I brought some extra film and some different clothes. Actually, I have been thinking about trying out for a lingerie modeling job, and I wanted to see what I would look like on film.”

Was she kidding? Of course I would do it! While she was in the dressing room, I reloaded the camera and brightened up the lights. I removed the camera from the tripod, in order to be able to move around better. Colleen came back out and we got started.

She was wearing white stockings held up by a white garter. She had on a white lacy bra and matching panties. All this white contrasting against her dark complexion was beautiful. She would make a great lingerie model. We started out slowly at first, then the poses and pictures became more rapid. I kept talking to her, keeping her moving, walking all around her as I pressed the shutter over and over. She seemed to be turned on, staring at the camera as if she was making love to it, her lips slightly parted in a sexy pout. I could feel that bond that sometimes develops between photographer and subject, and I knew my erection was growing, pushing against the fabric of my shorts. I had on a light button down shirt, but it did little to hide the bulge forming in my crotch. From the way her eyes strayed down there I could tell she was aware of what was happening.
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A little smile formed on her lips, and she began moving more seductively. I was very close to her with the camera by now and she almost brushed against it with her breasts, her hands lightly moving over her body. The camera signaled last shot and I sat it down on the table. As I turned around, Colleen raised her hand and beckoned with one finger. I moved to stand in front of her. She reached up with both hands and stroked my beard on each side of my face, letting them slide down to my shoulders. One by one she unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my muscled chest. Her hands slid over my chest, then out to my shoulders, sliding my shirt down my arms and into the floor.

I put my hands on her waist and pulled her to me, feeling her lace covered breasts against my bare skin. Colleen reached around my waist and eased her hands inside the top of my shorts. She dropped down in front of me, bringing my shorts with her. I kicked them into the corner and she reached out and grabbed my cock at the base. It looked huge in her tiny hand, fully erect and eager. There was already moisture forming on the tip. Her tongue flicked out, lapping up the juice and she stood back up. That brief lick sent shivers from my cock up my entire spine.
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Not bothering to take off her stockings or panties, I easily picked her up and set her on a nearby stool. Her bra connected at the front, so as I undid the snap, her breasts sprang forth, nipples hard and erect. I licked first one then the other, sucking at the nipples, making them even harder. I ran my tongue around her nipple, then began gently nibbling with my teeth. She gasped, but looking at the pleasure on her face, it was not from pain! As I sucked and nibbled, licked and devoured her tits, I could see a wet spot growing underneath her on the stool.

My throbbing cock was eager to check it out! The stool was at just the right height, so I moved her panties aside and put my penis against her warm pussy. She moaned as I moved the head all around the outside, teasing, rubbing against her clit, feeling the throbbing of her muscles. Colleen then proved she was very nimble. Leaning against the wall, she placed one, then the other leg over my shoulders. I grabbed each leg in my hands and thrust my cock all the way in, both of us gasping at the sudden move. She was very tight, but plenty lubricated. As I thrust in and out, left and right, back and forth, she reached down and massaged her exposed clit. That turned me on even more. I stood there impaling her with my ever hardening cock, watching her tits jiggling, feeling her juices dripping on my balls, getting closer by the moment.

Then it happened…..Slowly Colleen began to shudder, her eyes closed tightly. Her lips parted and she began to moan. Low at first, her voice rose in increments, the closer she came the louder she moaned. Her nails dug into my arms, and as her moan turned into a scream I splashed my juices deep inside, again and again, squirting with each throb. Her scream settled down into a soft purr and we stayed locked together, lightly kissing, until our breathing slowed back to normal.
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Later, as I was developing the pictures in the darkroom, I couldn’t help smiling to myself. That was the best photo assignment I had ever had! Now, for that nude painting assignment. I think I knew just who to call…
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Three Naughty Stories - Flash Erotica

From Wikipedia: Flash fiction is fictional work of extreme brevity,[1] that still offers character and plot development…          Enjoy…

1: Caught In the Act:

I brought the car to a halt on the side of a seldom used road just outside town. I had been away from my guy far too long, and his picture on the dashboard was calling to me. I brought the picture to my lips, then my cheek, my eyes closed in longing.

I placed his picture where I could see it and pulled up my charcoal gray dress, revealing black silk thigh high stockings with lace lined tops. I pushed my seat back and placed my left foot out the window, against the side mirror. The cool air rushed over my now wet and hot pussy, no panties to get in the way. I closed my eyes as my fingers began their dance over my clit and down into the warm folds of my hungry depths.

My mind caressed his absent body, lingering over his erect manhood, so familiar, yet always exciting. I imagined him deep inside me, his hot breath on my neck, his strong hands stroking my eager body. Juices and sweat poured onto the seat as I shook in orgasm, wave after wave shooting through my trembling body, so lost in ecstasy that I almost failed to recognize the squeal of brakes as a car pulled in behind me.

As I quickly removed my foot from the mirror, I saw the flashing lights of a police car. My heart pounding, I straightened myself out the best I could. Suddenly, he was standing at my open window.

“Need any help ma’am,” the trooper asked.

“N-No, I’m fine,” I replied breathlessly.

The trooper looked at the picture on the dashboard, the sweat on my face, my dress still over my stockings.

“Tell him he’s a lucky man. Have a nice day.”

I smiled all the way home.

– Flash Erotica by Tom Larkin

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2: For Her The Bell Tolls:

She climbed the narrow stairs, her ass swaying gently under the long dark green skirt. Reaching the top, she glanced around the small space of the old bell tower. Warm sunlight poured through the open louvers surrounding the room, bathing everything in horizontal slits of light. The tower was located at the top of the historic court house, in which she had just won her first case. After all the tension, she needed a place to relax, before the long drive home.

Thinking of home, she naturally thought of her man. Big, strong, yet gentle of soul, thoughts of him always caused her face to flush, nipples to harden, and moisture to flow between her legs. Placing her briefcase on the window ledge, she opened it quickly, and removed a shiny object from a hidden compartment.

She warmed the crystal dildo, a gift from her husband, in her left hand, as she sat on the window sill and placed her feet on the wooden rail that encircled the old bell. She pushed her long skirt up her thighs, revealing dark silk stockings, accented with little roses. The crystal disappeared between her open thighs, through the crotchless stockings, and into her warm, moist pussy. She worked it fast, needing relief from her tension, wanting it to be her man.

Sweet juices flowed and dripped onto the floor as she moaned softly with delight. She began panting as she shoved the now hot crystal in and out, faster and faster, while her other hand rubbed her hardened clit. Raw lust filled her voice as she whimpered with each thrust, then screamed as she came, hot juices flooding over the crystal and down her silk covered thighs. Startled pigeons burst out through the louvers. She smiled lustfully…her man was in trouble tonight!

Flash Erotica by: Tom Larkin

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3: Call Of The Siren:

I could see her in the shower, her naked body glistening through the transparent door. Desire swept through me as she washed herself, her hands moving over her breasts, down her flat stomach, between her long legs. Legs that stretched from the earth to the moon; long, slender legs, shapely thighs, delicious calves, beautiful feet. Her legs called to me as the Sirens called to Homer.

Her hands stayed between her legs, fingers moving in circles, her head arched back. A look of pleasure, of lust, of ecstasy formed on her pretty face, luscious ruby lips parting in short soft gasps as her fingers circled faster, while one hand left the warmth between her thighs and moved to her ample breasts. There, her fingers found a new toy; dark, erect nipple to be pinched and rolled between long narrow fingers.

As the steamy water cascaded over her warm body, her lips parted in a whimper. A whimper which soon turned into a moan, becoming louder as her fingers disappeared between her hot, damp folds, the wetness there now caused more by her own juices than by the shower. Her body began to quiver, her hands moving faster, her moans becoming louder as she neared orgasm, sweet release. The fingers deep in her hot folds stopped as she shuddered, juices running over them and down her glistening legs, her orgasm sweeping through her entire body, her entire soul.

I watched in anticipation as she stepped out of the shower. The time seemed to crawl as she dried and fixed her long dark hair, applied makeup she didn’t need, and reached for me. At last, she slowly, sensuously pulled me on over her long legs and looked in the mirror. My black fishnet body contoured her every curve. I was home!

Flash Erotica by: Tom Larkin

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