This is the second chapter of the series "Random Wanderers". The first one is in the humorous section, but after reading it over, and proof checking it, I think I'm going to put Ch. 2 in the "First Time" section. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it. If its not as erotic as you would have hoped I'm sorry but there are thousands of much better erotic stories on this website. If you want to tell me something about my story, like how much it sucked or something else I could add into it, I would love to hear it. Other then that I guess I'll begin my second installment now.
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"Let's see where was I? It's so hard to remember these things, I'll just have to go back a few pages and read what I wrote the last time. It seems so long since I last sat down for some literary fun with my diary. Ok I remember now. Looks like it was my lucky day that I was up toβ¦"
Grant slowly took his pen up and began to inscribe the rest of his story onto paper. Of course he would write in third person for reading pleasure down the road. And there was always an option of sending this to a website in the hopes of getting it posted.
"Giraffes. I have always loved Giraffes. What about you Grant? Do you like Giraffes?" said Amanda with hidden intent.
"Giraffes? I don't know why I would like Giraffes, but I have always loved camels, especially the way their toes lookβ¦" replied Grant hoping she would see through his comment.
"Oh," she said with a wicked smile, "well I have always loved the way Giraffes looked. With their long thick necks supporting a big pointy-head. Ever since I was a little girl they were my favorite animals," said Amanda with a whorish tone.
"Really? I have never looked at them that way," said Grant in a low embarrassed tone while trying to avoid eye contact. "Is it getting hot in here?"
"Oh I love that song! Maybe we should take our clothes off then?" said Amanda clearly trying to get something going between them.
"I don't know Amanda, I mean my giraffe is a little timid to strangers."
"But I'm not a stranger. Am I Grant?"
"I didn't mean it like that Amanda, it's just that⦠I don't know when my parents are going to get home."
"Oh come on Grant, I know that you cant resist me. I mean you don't think it would be hot to have your parents walk in on us fucking? I have always thought that being caught was a real turn on."
"But haven't you ever thought about the consequences of getting caught? I think that a turn on that will completely distinguish our relationship should be avoided at all costs. Would you really want to try something that would get us separated forever?"
"What? I'm sorry, I missed that whole last thing you were saying."
As Grant looked up he saw every part of Amanda's extremely beautiful body to his utter shock. She stood in front of him holding her panties teasingly. His mouth just dropped and he completely forgot about how she had ignored his last comments. It made him see just how bad God had shafted the male species. He would take boobs and a pussy any day over his dick, and he meant that in the straightest way possible. It was so true that women were works of art while men were just there to satisfy them. And the reason no man could ever complain was because of moments like these, the ones men lived for. In front of him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before, and he thought she was a great looker when clothed. Now he could see her pert breasts in their immaculate flesh, not hidden behind tight linen. There was no way of him giving an exact size, and way should he? How many men in his teenage state could possibly know bra sizes. All he cared for was whether they were big enough to squeeze and these had boobage to spare. His eyes slowly traveled down to her navel. He couldn't help but admire her many curves, each highlighting a more magnificent part of her body. Her lightly shaven vagina really did him in. They way its lips pushed out reminded him of the pears he would gorge upon during the summer.
He was now at the point of having to consciously swallow his saliva. He knew his checks must be bright red and the bulge in his pants gave away any hidden feeling he might have had. Then he heard a familiar voice in his head.