Dangerous Curves
Copyright© 2026 by Big Ed Magusson
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Mike’s landed the girl of his dreams. However, his conservative background didn’t prepare him for a “complicated” relationship with a woman who doesn’t care who sees her nude or knows of her bedroom activities. Add distance, work commitments, and other interested women, and the path forward isn’t straight. Not by a long shot. Now committed to this open-minded world, he had to consider: where would he draw the line?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa School Voyeurism Slow
I stood in my dorm room and stared at the answering machine. One message was from my future boss offering me a job. The second was from my girlfriend’s best friend asking me to show her around. If Carrie hadn’t been a lesbian, I would’ve taken that as a pass at me. Except she was Lori’s best friend. So her request felt ... weird.
But either way, I needed to return the calls.
I started with Mr. Randall. He confirmed the job offer and asked me to show up the following night at five. I’d work until midnight both Friday and Saturday. He’d explain the rest to me after I’d signed all the paperwork. I said I was looking forward to it and hung up.
Then I called Carrie back and got her answering machine. I said I’d love to show her around, but it needed to be before I went to work at five. Then I left my number just so she wouldn’t have to look it up.
Then I grimaced. If I was working Saturday until midnight, I couldn’t go to Denise’s party either.
I sagged back against my desk. I’d actually started to daydream about it. Denise, Debbie, Carmen, and Britt all in lingerie? Those thoughts had pushed my nervousness aside.
Working Saturdays was really going to suck.
But ... I needed the money, I reminded myself. I really did.
So, as much as I hated it, I needed to call Denise and let her know I couldn’t make it. One problem—I didn’t have her number. Len did, but he was nowhere to be found.
So I got out my chemistry book and settled into my desk. I tried to study, but my mind kept wandering. The job. Carrie. Denise.
It was a relief when the door opened.
Len walked in with a slim brunette, and it took me a minute to remember her name. Robin, and she lived in the dorm, and had gone to the pool with us a few weeks ago. She was the one who used jazz hands as she talked. She’d had her hair pulled back then, and now it hung loosely. She stood close by Len’s side as he nodded at me and looked around.
“There it is.” Len pointed to something at the bottom of his bed. He strode over and pulled a blue hair scrunchie from underneath it. He handed it to Robin, who smiled.
“See,” he said, “it isn’t lost.”
“Thank you.” She rose up on her toes and gave him a sweet, short kiss on the lips.
“Next week?” he asked as they pulled apart.
“Mmm hmm.” She smiled. Then she acknowledged me with a small wave before he walked her to the door. After another quick kiss, she left.
Len closed the door and then sank into his chair. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
“Really?” I asked in amused disbelief.
He shrugged. “She was interested.”
“Is there any woman who’s not interested?” I poked.
“Yeah. It happens all the time.”
“Uh-huh.”
He shrugged. “Why are you jealous? You’ve got Lori.”
I sighed as the thought of her warmed me. “Yeah ... good point.”
He made a show of grabbing a textbook off his desk. “I gotta study.”
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my own book.
I studied for a little while, but my mind kept drifting. Len had said, “See you next week,” to Robin. Did that mean they were going to become a regular thing? Like Julie on Tuesday afternoons?
It boggled my mind. Len was sleeping with two different women every week, not counting Denise and Debbie. Which reminded me, I needed to call Denise.
“Hey,” I said, and then waited for Len to look up. “I forgot to tell you, I got the job.”
“Congrats!”
“Yeah, thanks. I start tomorrow.”
“Wow.” He pursed his lips. “That’s fast.”
“Mmm hmm. I wonder if they were desperate.”
“Doesn’t matter. You got the job.”
I nodded to that. Then I grimaced. “There is ... one immediate complication. I can’t go to Denise’s party.”
“So you’re working Saturday?”
“Until midnight.”
“Oh, that sucks.” He leaned back in his chair and gave me an exasperated but sympathetic smile.
“Yeah ... uh ... so do you have Denise’s number?”
“Yeah, sure.” He opened his top drawer, pulled out a little address book, and flipped through it. Then he passed it to me.
I raised an eyebrow. Next to her name, he’d drawn a little heart. I decided not to ask.
I called and Debbie answered. She passed the phone to Denise and I told her about my new job and how I’d have to miss the party. She congratulated me on the job and expressed polite regrets that I wouldn’t be able to attend. Then she muffled the phone for a bit before getting back on the line.
“Hey,” she said, “can I talk to Len?”
“Sure.” I passed him the phone.
He listened for a bit and nodded his head. Then he smirked.
“Sure,” he said. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” Then he hung up.
“You’re going over,” I said.
“Yep.” He couldn’t stop smiling. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I rolled my eyes. I had Lori, I reminded myself. I had Lori.
Len didn’t come back before I’d already left for my Friday morning classes. It started snowing lightly that day, which made me wonder if he’d taken his coat. I certainly didn’t enjoy walking to classes, even though the snow was pretty light.
When I came back for lunch, there was still no sign that he’d been there. I wondered if he’d made it to his own classes. But I quickly stopped thinking about Len. Lori was going to stop by even if it was only for a few minutes.
Len was there when I got back from my one o’clock class. He’d packed a duffle bag and his backpack and had a novel out. He was fiddling with a pencil as he read and gave me a warm smile.
“Hey,” he said. “Mom called. They’re running a little late.”
Not too late, I hoped. I had about two and a half hours before I needed to leave for work and I was going to need to figure out dinner as well. The dining hall opened about the time I had to leave, so I was guessing I’d just have to smuggle some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches out in a napkin.
I got out my chemistry book and sat at my desk. I couldn’t focus on it. Meanwhile, Len started tapping his pencil on the top of his desk. Finally, I gave up.
“So,” I said, “how’d it go last night? Everything good with Denise and Debbie?”
“They’re fine.” He grimaced.
“And...”
“I may have overdone it.”
I laughed. “Overdone it? You?”
He pulled back with an offended look. “I can overdo it.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, well. It’s a good thing you have a weekend to recover.”
He snorted.
“Honestly, most guys would kill to ‘overdo it’ like you do. I’m really glad I have Lori.”
“Yeah, you better be.” He smiled, and I just gave him my own smug smile in return.
Finally, the phone rang. Since I was closer, I grabbed it.
“Hey! It’s Lori! I’m in the lobby.”
“We’ll be right down.” I grabbed the mix-tape I’d made for her and headed out the door.
“Thank God,” Len said. “I’m ready to get out of here.”
Len was right behind me as we clattered down the stairs. I didn’t pull up until just before we entered the lobby so that I wouldn’t enter out of breath.
Lori stood there with the most amazing smile on her face. Her heavy jacket was unzipped. She had her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, which pushed her breasts and exposed cleavage out.
And then as soon as she saw me, she was in my arms. We hugged and our mouths met for a hot, wet, and long kiss. We were breathless when we pulled apart, but both smiling.
Len chuckled.
“What?” Lori said.
“You two.” He rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
She snorted. We continued to hold each other.
“I have news,” I said.
“Oh?”
“I got a job at The Video Station.”
Her eyes widened. “The Video Station? That’s wonderful!”
“Yeah. The bad news ... I’ll be working Friday and Saturday nights.”
She winced.
“Yeah.”
“We’ll make it work,” she said. “We will.”
“I hope so. “Oh...” I released her. “I’ve got something for you.” I handed her the mix-tape.
“Ahh!” She took it and immediately flipped it over to read the songs. She went slowly and kept smiling and looking at me as she read each title.
“Uh ... Lor?” Len said. “You know Dad’s waiting in the loading zone...”
“Give me a minute,” she said pointedly.
His eyebrows rose. “Umm...”
“We’ve got a long ride,” she said. “I wanna spend some time with my boyfriend first, little brother.”
He slowly nodded. “Okay. I’ll go wait in the car.”
She watched him leave and then turned back to me. She put her arms around my neck and we almost touched foreheads as we smiled at each other.
“I wish I had more time.” Her voice was low and sultry and my dick stirred.
“Yeah.” I smiled knowingly back.
“Well, you do well at your job, okay? We’ll figure something out for next weekend.”
“I hope so.”
Her smile turned into a smirk. “And have fun at Denise’s party.”
“I can’t go,” I said. “Work.”
Her face fell. “Oh, that’s too bad.”
Some other residents came into the lobby. We were enough to the side that we weren’t in the way, but they paused their conversation for a moment when they saw us.
“Oh, and Carrie’s coming down,” I said. “She wants me to show her around.”
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