Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

The following stories unapologetically contains very dark, raw, and mature contents. It’s not advisable for underage. And if you are not into reading erotica, do not continue, or else you’d be stuck into this new captivating world.

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NEW STORY TITLE: SHE’S SO HORNY AND WET

Introduction:

Julie ran from the party as fast as her long legs would carry her. Her first college party had been a total disaster and now she was probably the laughing stock of the school.

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She had been sitting with some of her girlfriends from the dorm at the local coffee shop. It was supposed to be a study session, but all her friends wanted to talk about was their boyfriends or potential boyfriends. Since she didn’t have either one, she was feeling left out.

Her eyes roamed the cafe as she sat there, her mind only partially on the buzz of conversation from her friends. She slapped her sandal against her heel as she flexed her toes and moved her foot up and down. It was always the same old stuff from the same people.

A group of the football players were in their usual spot in the corner. Several of them were cute and Greg most of all, but he was out of her league. He was a junior and she was a lowly freshman. Another fantasy shot all to hell.

The study group was breaking up but Julie was in no hurry to return to her room. Those four walls were driving her crazy. No social life, no sex life, just studying and classes. She needed something more. Even her girlfriends were boring. She felt like the biggest loser in a sea of losers.

She wondered what it would feel like to just turn loose and do all the things she fantasized about all the time. To do all the wrong things. All the things she had been told were wrong in any case. Being a good girl was such a pain at times. Being bad had to be a lot more fun and exciting. There was a part of her that wanted to find out.

The realization that Greg was standing next to her table and had spoken to her jolted Julie out of her fantasy. She stammered a moment and then found her voice. “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought, did you say something to me?”

Greg stared down at her, a smile playing on his lips. “Yes, I asked if you were free Friday night. There’s a great party off campus and I was wondering if you might like to go.”

“With you?” Julie asked in amazement.

Greg’s smile turned to a grin as he answered, “Yes, with me. I’ll pick you up in front of the dorm at seven, if that’s alright with you.”

“That’ll be great,” Julie replied with a blush. Memories of Greg’s tight ass in his football uniform kept streaking before her eyes. Those pants were the only reason she even went to the games. Some of her best masturbation fantasies always starred him or a couple of the other players.

“Wear a dress, ok? The party’s not formal but all the other girls will be wearing dresses. I want you to look nice and fit in. See you at seven.” With that said, Greg turned and walked away. He paused at the door and waved.

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Julie sat there in total shock. Greg had asked her out. Fantasies did come true. A party on Friday night. A party that required a dress. The type of party she dreamed about going to. Her mind flashed to her closet and did a quick inventory. No dress hung there or rather, none that fit her idea of what she should wear to such a party. They were too little girlish and out of style.

A small budget limited where Julie could shop. The discount stores had a meager selection at best. She wanted something light and stylish, something that wasn’t showy but something that would flatter her figure. Keeping it plain and simple until she found out what fit in with the crowd was at the top of the list.

Of the dozen dresses on the rack, three caught her eye. One red, one white, and one black. The bad, the good, and the…. Well, basic black.

The red one fit her fantasy life. She tried it on. Oh, yes, it fit like a glove, short, tight, and oh so flattering. The daring neckline showed off her boobs and the fabric clung to the point where it showed her underwear. She sighed deeply as she took it off. It was fun to daydream but this dress was just too much. It would yell slut to anyone that looked at her in it. She shivered at the thought.

Standing in front of the mirror in just her panties and bra, Julie looked at herself. Unlike a lot of her girlfriends, she liked her body. It wasn’t spectacular but it was her and that’s what counted. The couple of guys that had seen her naked had not complained; just the opposite, they had complimented her to no end.

Julie hung up the red dress and held the black one up in front of her. Basic black, you can’t go wrong there, they say. Sleeveless, straight line, nice neckline, it would ride a few inches above the knee. She would look good in it but she wasn’t in a black mood or rather in the mood for black.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She held the white one up. It had buttons all the way up the front. It would be tight fitting from the waist up, and had a slight flare to the skirt. That would show off her boobs well and she could unbutton it to show as much or as little cleavage as she wanted. The skirt would accentuate her hips and, with heels, her legs.

Trying it on, Julie liked it. The wider skirt would allow her more freedom to move her legs while sitting, without worry about flashing someone. It would sway when she walked or moved, which would draw an eye or two to her legs and ass. She grinned at that as she buttoned the dress up. It fit her snuggly without pulling at the buttons.

She spent a moment walking and turning in the small confines of the dressing room. Yes, the dress showed off her legs beautifully. The soft material tickled, but it was sensuous at the same time. A light brushing caress.

She buttoned it up all the way to the throat and then undid a button at a time. Four buttons was a nice look, sweet and innocent. Six buttons would be about right to tease Greg. Seven buttons after the party if he was as nice a guy as he seemed. She leaned forward and turned slightly. Yes, it gapped enough to show her breast or enough of it to give Greg the right idea.

Julie shook herself to stop the fantasy that was building in her brain and buttoned the dress up two buttons. That was the magic number of buttons for now. She turned completely around, watching herself in the mirror. Oh yes, this dress was perfect. It revealed her figure nicely but was still modest enough to wear anywhere.

She grinned at herself in the mirror as she slowly took off the dress. She wondered if Greg’s fingers would tremble or his hands shake if she let him unbutton it. In a week, she might just find out.

She sighed as she took off the dress. A week was a very long time. She wondered how many times her fingers would find her horny clit in that amount of time. A real date after nearly six months was a relief. This party would be a real turning point in her social life.

She was walking on air as she went to pay for the white dress. The red dress might yell slut but this virginal white one could win the day. It could change her life. Her mind was back on the fantasy from earlier.