Hot College Girls Novels & Stories

“It’s that girl he likes. She came to watch the photo shoot.” This answer was pure Pete. “What photo shoot?” “We told you,” Pete said, which he so had not. “Charlie and I and a couple others got picked to be this year’s Hot Men of Harvard. You know, for Bad Boys Magazine. They’re paying us real money. We’re putting it toward the income suite. The thing is, we have to strip down to Speedos, and Charlie doesn’t want to get too nervous and look like a dork in front of Caroline.”

The kind of scared you get when something you buried shows up wearing a leather jacket and smelling like cigarettes. Then I saw him. Fuck. Tall. Inked hands. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked straight at me like he already knew I’d taste good. My stomach clenched, but my pussy clenched harder. Who in the fucking sex scene was this hottie? “Liv, this is Zane,” Sabrina said, like she read my thoughts. She didn’t look at me. She was wearing shorts she hadn’t worn in a year — too tight, too high — and a top that looked like it belonged to me.

That someone is my college professor but she doesn't need to know that. "Well, I want details. Is he sexy?" Fuck it's Evelyn's interrogation. "Evie, I am not in the mood for twenty questions. I will say he is hot as fuck but is totally out of my league." She looks deeper into my eyes like they will give me away. My eyes can't talk back Evie Squire even if you want them to. "Well if he is out of your league, it's time for a makeover. You really need to toss all your overalls away and start looking like a woman. I'm talking new hairstyle and loads of skin-tight dresses."

Upon entering that room, it was a huge reception, as she could see, she was not alone, there were a number of girls, who she suspected, who were approached by Poison, she recognized as her college colleagues, at least more than 20 women there, each one of them, Silvia knew them from her college, from her residence building, each of whom had an exotic and original beauty. There was a redhead, European, Natasha, Shojin a Chinese, a tall blonde Micaela and a black-haired woman with blue eyes, called Andrea. - Dear ones, each of you will be in your shared dorms during the week, you will be graced with great quality food, you will be rewarded, in addition to the money in your accounts, then, you

One of the girls asked me and I looked at her, tilting my head at her and giving a smile. “It was during my first heat-cycle. I felt my body becoming weird one day so I heard about a place where the rogues gather during their heat-cycles. I arrived there and a nice young guy around my age helped me with my first heat ever. Having first time sex during your heat-cycle doesn’t hurt at all. I never felt that kind of pain after that either. So, I hope my advice helped you, Caroline,” I replied to the girl's question and Caroline nodded at me with a shy smile.

I scoff. I keep going through my wardrobe. "Assume for the moment that a girl has a lot of hickeys on her inner thighs. What kind of clothing would hide that?" I ask, keeping my face fully out of Kol's view. "Via Rosalind Hawthorne!" Kol screams, and my face flushes. "If you don't spill all the juicy deets—" Jesus would want the specifics, of course. The fact that his friend is no longer a boring virgin probably makes him very happy.

They had been waiting for us. I took a small step back, placing myself slightly in front of Cynthia without thinking. My mind raced. Fight or flight. Protect. Escape. This was bad. Very bad. Cynthia leaned closer to me and whispered quickly, her voice low and tense. “That’s the hottest girl in college,” she said. “She claims she’s one of the twins’ girlfriends… but they’ve never even acknowledged her as one.” My jaw tightened. What Cynthia didn’t know was that these girls weren’t just normal students.

I now smell like rotten cabbage, but it’s a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things. I make for my target, the group of college aged girls in what I believe is a rental. These girls were likely headed towards Jacksonville Florida, suitcases and lounge chairs crammed full in the back. I can smell the nail polish the burnet is painting on her toes on the hood, while the blonde inexplicably sunbathes in her skimpy bikini though dawn is still a couple hours off, and the wine cooler the curvy one chugs back she dug out from a cooler with melted ice. The redhead, with the voice that could carry across the Atlantic, is passed out across the back seat. Perfect.

Ibarra is more handsome than him and that is undisputable! "About college, my path has been paved so… I don't need to worry about it." He sat down and crossed his legs. The introduction went on and she found everyone's personality and plans for college amusing. But the people who really caught her attention were Ginny, Heiji and Hera. The common factors they had was receiving such attention from the crowd. Ginny was bullied for being intelligent, Heiji was pestered for being too handsome and Hera was stalked by men for her beauty. And I… I wasn’t popular until this stupidity of mine kicked in. I just literally made myself a walking target of every girl in this school.

"You've been told not to leave the room. That means keeping the door closed." Anya had closed it but left it open enough to see and hear. The weeping continued, a lost, hopeless sound. "Damn you, Virgil." A man's strident voice. "You were supposed to soften her up for me. What the hell happened?" Anya knew all about the "softening up". Virgil had explained to her in great deal how she would be prepared for the men with extremely large cocks. How his men would take turns with her until she learned to please them and developed the proper attitude for his clients. Clients of course being a euphemism for the very wealthy men who purchased the girls from him like so much merchandise.