This is only the first half of the first chapter of an erotic novel I'm working on. Not all the chapters will find their way to posting, but the juiciest parts I hope to get out for your comment and suggest. There isn't much horror in this first chapter, but I put it in this category based off of what is coming up in the near future. Hope you enjoy!
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'What a shame...' Maria thought to herself. Today was supposed to be the last nice day before a storm front moved in from the Great Lakes, bringing with it a nearly week long stretch of thunderstorms. She'd always loved the rain, especially during the summer, but it still seemed a shame to be wasting a beautiful sunny day like today inside a classroom, on a gen ed class at that. She let her mind wander to the day she spent laying out in the park with her room mate Sarah last weekend, and her encounter with Brandon, the cute punk from her art history class.
Her mind drifted to watching him and some of the other guys skating in the small concrete area of the park. She wasn't sure why Sarah always liked to lay out near it, or at all. Maria wasn't one for the girlier practices of tanning or manicures or any of that, and cared very little for weather the cloths she wore had a brand stamped on them. Mostly she believed in beauty through care of the body, not through what you put on it, and preferred a yoga class to a tanning bed, and morning run over a manicure, but today she'd given in to the relentless whining of her obnoxious room mate. Once they'd gotten there, she started to at least appreciate the view.
"Ooh, Mare!" Maria hated being called that, but her short stubby room mate never seemed to care. "Look at that one, doesn't he go to school with us? I never took him for a skater. Ooohh, look at those tattoos! They must cover half his body. Ooooh he's yummy!" the little pudgy girl squealed.
"Yeah, he's not bad. I think I have a class with him. Art History, maybe, but its always dark in there, and he sits way in the back so I could be wrong." she hated to admit it, and tried to feigned a lack of interest, but she couldn't help but agree with Sarah, he was 'yummy'.
"Oh I'd sit in the back of a dark classroom with him any day! Your such a nerd! Why do you always sit up front anyway, you cant see anyone but the professor up there." Sarah flopped back down onto the blanket in the bikini that Maria found frighteningly small for the pudgy girls disproportionately shaped body. "You need to put on more lotion, your starting to turn pink"
"I told you I don't tan well, auburn is still a shade of red you know." Reluctantly she sat up in her blue and black tie-dye bikini and began applying the tanning lotion to her legs. At 5'7" she wasn't an overly tall girl, but had always had long, shapely legs. She'd played soccer and run track all through high school, and kept her own running and yoga regiment now in college since their small art school didn't have anything in way of collegiate sports.
She messaged the coconut smelling cream into her skin starting at the ankles and working in small circular motions up across her calves and thighs, being sure to get it just under the edge of her bikini across her ass and between her legs. The process then moved to her mid section, working the lotion into the skin across her stomach and abs, up along her sides, and across her rib cage, lifting each breast with her free hand in turn to get the skin directly under where her ample bosoms managed to fall, even with the tightened support of the bikini straps. A larger than average chest was another 'gift' Maria had been cursed with from a young age. By the time she entered high school, she was already into a D cup, and having to custom order her bra's or shop at the few higher end lingerie stores that would carry her size.
As she moved her hands to work the lotion into the exposed skin of her chest and shoulder, she lightly worked it into the cleavage the top emphasized so nicely, and around the exposed portions of each breast, up across her collar bone, and around her neck and shoulders. She'd just finished her arms and was beginning to gently work on her face when she noticed someone standing in front of her. The skater boy Sarah had pointed out earlier was leaning against the street light just in front of the left side of their blanket, smiling down at her.
"Can I help you?" Maria stammered, trying not to sound startled, as she coolly finished working the tanning lotion into her face.
"Just waiting to say hi, didn't want to interrupt. Besides, I was enjoying the view a little." He came forward and sat down on the grass next to their blanket. "I'm Brandon. I think we have the same art history class. Hi." he gave a coy smile as he extended his hand.
Before Maria could offer a response, Sarah's hand shot passed her. Maria groaned as she heard her room mate begin to yammer.
"Hi! I'm Sarah, and this is Mare!"
"Maria, actually. I hate..." Sarah cut off her imposition and blathered on
"I was watching you skate earlier. I love your tattoo's! Did you design them yourself?" Maria quit listening as Sarah went on, and it was apparent to her the their new friend was barely listening to her either.
She couldn't help but look over the tattooed body that Sarah so promptly commented on. Various strange symbols, tribal art, and morbid looking scenes covered the majority of his arms and chest. Without realizing she was doing it, she let her eyes find their way down over the smooth build of the boys upper body. He wasn't overly muscled, but what muscle he did have was toned. Like a thoroughbred race horse, he seemed built for speed and agility, not pure brute strength. Her eyes traced along the lines of his defined pecks, and down across the subtle six pack abs. Before she processed it she found herself glancing down to the fly of his cut off Dickies. With a quick shot she brought her eyes back up to his face, only to flush beet red when he met her gaze.
'Oh god! Has he been watching me the whole time? Did his see me look at his crotch?' she flushed red again as his lips pursed into a smug smile, as though he could tell she was embarrassed at being caught. Without a word or even so much as asking if he could, he picked up the lotion, shot some into his hands, and shifted himself to behind her. Still answering Sarah and engaging her in conversation enough to keep her appeased, Brandon boldly began to massage the tanning lotion into the Maria's back and shoulders.
With his lotion free hand he ran his fingers up under her hair, lifting it out of the way. He worked gently along the straps of her top, and down across the middle of her back to the top of her ass, then back up along her sides. As his hands came back up, Maria couldn't help but find herself breathing a little heavier. In her mind she imagined his hands finding there way between her arms and sides, sliding forward to slip under the fabric of her bikini top to work their way around her breasts. She imagined the tips of his fingers grazing her nipples, and then coming back to trace around them, lightly pressing on them and pinching them ever so slightly. She bit her lip at the thought, and pulled herself back to reality. She wanted him already... The thought made her blush. Brandon was practically a stranger, and here she was fantasizing about him.
Brandon, however, proved to be a gentleman, and took his hands off her with a soft sweeping graze across her lower back that sent a shiver up her spine. She was a little embarrassed to look down and find that the shiver combined with the excitement from her fantasy had left her nipples stiff and pointed, which was something the thin material of her swim suit did little to hide. She wondered if he'd notices, and looked over to study his face. Once again, as if he knew exactly what she was wondering, he ran his eyes down across her body, pausing at her tie-dye covered breasts. With that same smug smile shooting back across his lips he brought his gaze back to her eyes.
"You know you'll never tan evenly sitting up, Maria." he broke in conversation from Sarah and extended his hand, gently placing it on her rib cage, just below her swimsuit top, barely grazing one still stiffened nipple, and gently pushed her backwards. She didn't fight it, though she wasn't sure if she maybe should have. Her heart was thundering in her chest already, growing even louder as he leaned over top of her to look her in the eyes again. His face wasn't more than 6 inches from hers now, and his hand was still pressing lightly on her chest as he moved his thumb ever so slightly back and forth at the edge of the bottom strap of her top. "Besides, you missed one other place..."
Maria's mind raced as his hand traced lightly down across her stomach. She imagined his fingers sliding under the bikini bottom, and working their way down between her legs. The thought of him caressing her down there, and fingering her right here in the middle of the park turned her on more than she'd imagined it would. She knew she was blushing again, and tried to focus on the present. He'd paused at navel area, and was admiring the skull shaped charm hanging from her belly button ring. As he begin to raise himself up to his knees and move towards her legs, he smiled at her again.
"You, pretty lady, forgot to put lotion on your feet. I know it sounds silly, but they burn to. Trust me, a good sunburn on top of your feet and you wont even want to wear those cute black flip flops with the green alien heads on them you wore the last 2 weeks, let alone those sexy little black heels with the tie up straps you had on that day you came to class in the black dress with the red pin stripes." Noting her surprised look he added, "What, did you really think no one notices you?" He shifted to sitting at her feet, and resumed his conversation with Sarah, who sat gawking in awe. With a gentle motion he picked up each foot in turn and worked the lotion across them, then paused to carefully massage them. Maria got lost in the amazing sensation of it, and let her mind wander to what his hands could do else where.
She was so lost in her own fantasies that she barely heard Sarah when she suggested they leave so she could get ready for class. A quick poke to the ribs from her friends stubby finger snapped her back.
