Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Humor, First, Oral Sex,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Laura wants Gavin. Gavin hardly even notices Laura's alive because he's always got his nose buried in an issue of Ladz magazine. But Laura has a plan - if Gavin's dream is to fuck one of the Ladz "Local Lovelies", she'll just have to become one herself.
"Okay, this time next week we'll start looking at Alex Garland's The Beach, and its impact on contemporary culture. I'll expect you all to be familiar with the text by then. And I don't mean watching the film a couple of times. Read the book, people. Read the book."
The scraping of chairs on the floor caused a thunderous din as the class stood. Their chatter raised the noise level further still as they stuffed equipment into bags and prepared to leave the lecture theatre. At the centre of the crowd that slowly filed towards the exit, with so many people in such a small space, it wasn't unusual for Laura to feel bodies pressed against her, but she could have sworn that at least two of her classmates actually grabbed her backside and squeezed. And was it her imagination, or did someone try to slip a hand under her skirt?
"Laura," the lecturer called as she passed the front desk. "Just a quick word, if you don't mind."
"Excuse me. Oh, sorry. Excuse me," Laura said as she worked her way through the crowd, holding her textbooks and folder of notes pressed against her chest like a shield. "What's wrong, Dr Banks? It's my last essay, isn't it? It wasn't any good."
"No, no. It was fine. Very good, in fact. No, it's your outfit."
"Yes, your outfit. Look, understand that outfits like this are the fashion at the moment, but this one seems a little too..." Dr /banks shook her head. "I don't know if you're deliberately trying to distract your male colleagues, but that's certainly what you've done today. Throughout the lecture, I saw more faces turning around to look at you than I did pay attention to the discussion of Tipping the Velvet, which, quite frankly, is normally the most hotly discussed novel of this course."
"I didn't notice anyone looking at me," Laura lied.
"Whether you noticed, is not the issue. I will not tolerate distractions of any kind in my lectures. Do you understand?"
"I'm sorry, Dr Banks. I didn't mean—"
"No, I'm sure you didn't." She sighed, "In future, just tone it down a little, okay? This is a place of study, not a catwalk. Either that, or sit in the front row. At least that way, your admirers won't risk a neck injury."
Laura sheepishly left the room to find her friend, Anthony, waiting for her. "What did the bag want?"
"Nothing. It was about my last essay. And she's not an old bag. I like her."
"Yeah, right. If it was nothing why d'you look so upset."
"I don't. I'm fine." She waved the comment off. "Shall we go for lunch? I'm starving."
After stepping out into the unseasonably warm Westmouth spring day, they wound their way through the campus towards the Students' Union. There were many people heading the same way and still more hanging around between lectures and Laura noticed that she was attracting more stares and second glances than she usually expected, even for this outfit. After all, there were plenty of other good-looking girls about. Westmouth students were well known for making the most of the warm weather when they had it.
Anthony appeared to have noticed too. "You're popular today. Can't say I'm surprised, though. You look good. I mean, you always look good, but today ... Damn! Great outfit."
Laura smiled at him and said, "Thanks. I'm glad you like it. It's one of my favourites."
"Yeah, mine too." After a pause he added with a grin, "Any chance of seeing a bit more?"
She raised an eyebrow. "There's not that much more to see, Ant."
There were a few reasons she'd chosen to wear the short denim skirt and tight white tank top. The warm weather had something to do with, as did her knowledge that Anthony would like the outfit—he'd made no secret of how much he fancied her for the past two years and he always liked what she wore, even the baggy jogging pants and thick sweaters that made up her winter wardrobe. But had a third reason too. A secret reason.
Ant's grin became a leer. "I still hold out hope that I might get to see what's underneath someday."
She shrugged. "Who knows? One day you might."
"So you'll go out with me then?"
"How many times, Ant? I'm not interested. We're friends. That's all." If you weren't such a child, perhaps, she added to herself. If you were a bit more mature, then things might be different.
"You're still hung up on that Gavin bloke that shares your flat then? You know it's a wasted effort, don't you?"
"It's just a matter of time..."
"I reckon he must be gay or something. If I was him, I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off you."
"Then I should be thankful that you're not him, shouldn't I?"
They entered the cafeteria in the Student's Union, and joined the queue at the food counter. After they got their meals, they found a table by a window and chatted about Dr Banks' lecture. After a few minutes, a young man sitting at a table on the other side of the room stood and crept over to them. He had a magazine in one hand and a pen in the other. On any other day, Laura wouldn't have looked twice at a wimpy nerd like him. But today...
"Yes?" she said, tilting her head to the side. "Can I help you?"
"Erm..." The young man cleared his throat and tried to untie his tongue. "Erm, is it really you?" He tapped the magazine with his pen.
Laura grinned. Then nodded.
The geek held out the magazine and pen. "Would you... ?"
Laura blushed. She hadn't expected to be asked for autographs. She took the magazine. It was open at the page he wanted signed. Laura scrawled her signature on the magazine and handed it back.
"Th ... Thanks." He scurried away his blush even worse than Laura's
Anthony looked dumbstruck, his fork half way to his mouth. "What the... ? What was all that about?"
Laura ate a mouthful of her lunch before she said, "Do you ever buy Ladz?"
"God, no! It's patronising garbage. I can't believe they think men are only interested in football, video games, cars and naked women."
"You seemed interested in seeing this woman naked."
"But that's different. I mean, you're gorgeous."
Laura blushed. Again. "So, you never read it?"
"There's not all that much to read, really. I browse through it in the newsagents to see who's in it—I keep hoping they'll get Chloe Goodman to do a shoot now she's eighteen. but I'd never buy it. Not unless they do get Chloe Goodman to do a shoot. There's a rumour she might do something to tie in with that new film she's in. Why d'you ask, anyway?"
"Well, if you look through it this week, I'm certain you'll want to buy it."
Laura didn't answer. She ate some chips from her plate. "Have you ever read The Beach before? I've only ever seen the film."
There were no more interruptions during lunch. After they had finished and left the cafeteria, Anthony turned towards the campus shop.
"Where are you going?" Laura asked.
"See what's so special about this issue of Ladz."
"Oh, okay. See you later then."
"You're not coming?"
I hope I will be later, she thought. "No. I have to get back to the flat."
She walked a few paces and then looked back to see if Anthony had gone. She watched him enter the newsagents then quickly doubled back to follow him. Taking care to make sure he couldn't see her, she watched him browse the magazine rack against the wall until he found Ladz. He took it down, opened it, and quickly flicked through. He stopped suddenly and stared at the pages. "Bloody hell!"
As if he could sense her watching him, Anthony turned his head and caught Laura's eye. She smiled at him, raised her eyebrows and waved. Then she left, certain that Anthony was already heading for the checkout.