Erotic College Stories Novels & Stories

When I was bored and restless, it somehow made everything better. He, too, shared stories about his past. Back in college, he had flings with older women, including one of his professors. As he described their escapades, I could feel my body gradually heating up. And I knew he noticed. I could tell he was fully aware that his stories were turning me on, but he just let me simmer.

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“Damien…” He chuckled darkly. “Relax, Ria. It’s just us. No parents. No rules. Just a week in paradise.” His hand rested on the arm of my chair, close enough that his fingers could brush my thigh if he wanted. “Tell me… have you been a good girl at college? Or have you been having dirty little thoughts like I have?” The admission hung there, bold and dangerous. My pussy throbbed at his words. I could feel myself getting wetter, the thin fabric of my shorts doing nothing to hide it.

Then the haze of sex started to lift, and reality crashed back in hard. I sat there on his lap, staring at him with wide eyes. My body was covered in evidence of what we’d done — bruises on my hips from his grip, bite marks on my breasts and neck, his cum still leaking out of me. I tried to stand, legs shaky, eyes already burning. “Hey. Where are you going?” Greg’s arm wrapped firmly around my back, anchoring me in place. “Greg… we can’t do this again. It’s so wrong,” I whispered, raking a hand through my messy hair. My voice cracked.

Thalia's POV: Our college is a red brick building, large enough to have 15+ classrooms, excluding the staff rooms and offices. The cafeteria is the best place, and the food is great, something that Hera never fails to mention each day. Life here is weird. Either you have no drama for weeks or chaos unfolds very quick. The two most famous cases we had were of the students bullying someone, who later turned out to be a werewolf's adopted kid. It feels surreal to me still, but I don't think the pale faces our college staff had the very next day were a lie.

If anyone should be mortified, it’s him—or at least as mortified as his boyfriend, who’s currently blushing like a guilty choirboy. One second earlier or later, and Vanya and I would’ve walked in on a live performance of ‘Why Door Locks Were Invented.’ Guess we missed the climax by that much. And just like that, it’s lights, camera, sex scenes. Again. My brain’s been playing the same genre on loop lately. Maybe Vanya has a point. I should find someone to hook up with. The cute redhead from her Snapchat, the one she swears is queer, might be something.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

She excused herself for chips, her hips swaying as she walked to the kitchen. Asli called after her, voice already slurring slightly from the wine. "Nova, grab a couple more bottles from the fridge while you're up!" In the kitchen, Nova bent to rummage in the pantry, her dress riding up to expose the lace edge of her panties. She didn’t hear Adam approach until his presence loomed behind her. "So, you're off to college soon, huh?" His voice was a gravelly murmur, his breath warm on her neck. She straightened, heart racing, clutching the chips bag. He stood mere inches away, towering over her, his intoxicating scent filling her senses. "Yeah, I start in the fall. It's really exciting."

On the other side of the city, felicity’s morning began differently. She was sitting on the campus lawn with Victoria and Gwen, sunlight warming her skin, her laughter mixing with theirs. Victoria had just finished telling a story about accidentally emailing a lecturer a meme instead of her assignment. “Stop, I’m serious,” Victoria said, clutching her stomach. “He replied. What is this Victoria?” Felicity nearly choked on her drink “You didn’t!” “I did!” “You’re chaos in human form” Gwen said, falling over. They laughed until their sides hurt, the kind of laughter that healed something small inside her.

Club Slut Awakening I stepped into the throbbing chaos of Pulse, the hottest underground club near Westbridge University. The bass from the industrial techno track vibrated through my chest, making me already sensitive nipples harden against the thin fabric of my tiny black crop top. After the mind-blowing afternoon with Jake in my dorm, my body still hummed with leftover heat. My pussy felt tender and slick, a constant reminder of the multiple loads he’d pumped into me. And I barely cleaned up before slipping into the shortest pleated skirt I owned, with no panties on and heading out alone, craving more.