Dangerous Curves
Copyright© 2026 by Big Ed Magusson
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - 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
Carrie dropped me off at The Video Station right on time. She actually got out of the car and gave me a hug before wishing me luck.
“Have fun on your date,” I said.
Her eyes twinkled. “Oh, I will.”
Then I went inside. My mind still whirled. Carrie had never made a pass at me and I was sure I was reading too much into things, but ... wow.
The devil inside me remembered that Lori didn’t want to be monogamous. I still wasn’t sure about that, or what that really meant. But Carrie was her best friend and I needed to stop thinking about her like that!
But I didn’t have too much time to dwell on it because Mr. Randall put me on the rental counter by myself. I’d watched Ezra the night before and now it was my turn. Ezra still hovered nearby and checked on me, but I “had the conn,” so to speak.
I loved it.
Yeah, checking out the movies was dull, and some of the customers were surly and just wanted to get their videotape and get out of there, but some of the conversations were a lot of fun.
I did get tired as the evening wore on. Ezra and I swapped for a while and I took a short break. There was a second rush around nine o’clock and then things slowed enough that I could have real discussions with customers without worrying about the people waiting in line behind them.
There were still a handful of customers browsing at 11:30, but no one at the counter. Ezra joined me and we chatted about some of the comedies we’d rented. For some reason, there’d been a serious run on rom-coms from the early Eighties.
“Hey.” Ezra nudged me. “She’s back.” He gestured at a woman slowly working her way toward us as she looked at the shelves. She was in slacks and wore a down coat with her thick dark hair cascading in waves around her shoulders. I judged her to be in her late thirties and to be conventionally attractive. Not on Lori or Carrie’s level, but not ugly either.
“Okay...,” I said.
“She slept with your predecessor.”
My eyebrows rose.
“Yeah. Apparently, she doesn’t date much, but...” He shrugged. “She doesn’t like being alone some nights, you know? At least that’s what Matt said.”
She turned, saw us, and her face lit up. Ezra fell silent. As she strolled up, he muttered something about needing to process some more returns and disappeared. The woman reached the counter and her smile grew even friendlier.
“Hi,” she said. “You’re new.”
“Yeah. Second day.”
“So ... she said, “I’m looking for something ... fun. Something a bit ... sexy.”
“A comedy?” I asked. I furrowed my brow as I tried to think of some recent sex comedies that weren’t trash.
“Mmm ... something more like Body Heat.”
“What about Body Double?”
“That was good ... but I’ve seen it.” She smiled at me.
I sighed and tapped on the counter. My eyes darted to the computer but I doubted it would be any help.
“What about The Postman Always Rings Twice?”
She tilted her head. “Is that good?”
“It’s supposed to be. I haven’t seen it,” I admitted. “It’s in dramas, around the corner.” I pointed.
“Thank you.” She actually looked me up and down before she turned and sauntered toward the dramas. I watched her hips sway and wondered about what Ezra had said. But Ezra was now pointedly not around.
A few minutes later, the woman returned. She grinned and held up a videotape.
“Found it,” she said.
“Gonna get it?”
She smiled and tipped her chin at the computer. “Helen Larson.”
I nodded and began to look up her account.
“So...,” she said. “You know a lot about movies.”
“Yeah. It’s a hobby.”
“Must be nice to work here, then.” She smiled again and brushed a lock of hair away from her face.
“Yeah.” I grinned. “We get an employee discount.”
“Ooh! We need to watch something together!”
I blinked at her enthusiastic tone.
She pursed her lips together. “It’s so much nicer than watching one alone, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” I said. “We like to throw movie parties in my dorm.”
“Ooh! A college boy.” She ran her hands along the edge of the counter. Somewhere behind me, Ezra coughed.
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah. It makes it hard working Saturday nights.”
“I’ll bet. You probably miss a lot of parties.”
I thought of Denise in her lingerie and then Britt and Carmen...
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I’m missing one tonight.”
“Well ... we could have a party.” She smiled. “I’ve got a nice bottle of wine in the car.”
I paused and then I looked directly into her eyes. They were warm, with a hint of ... desire? I couldn’t quite tell.
“Um ... thanks,” I said, “but I have a girlfriend.”
“Is that a problem?”
I grimaced. “Yeah.”
She sighed. “Too bad.” She picked up the videotape and smiled at me. “Maybe another time.”
“Um, okay.”
She turned and sauntered off.
Right on cue, Ezra appeared at my shoulder.
“That was fast,” he said.
“What?”
“She didn’t invite me home until our third conversation.”
I raised an eyebrow. Well, I hadn’t been misreading her intent.
“I turned her down, of course, but...” He sighed.
“What?”
“Matt said she was a wildcat. The best he’d ever had.”
I looked toward the door and swallowed. Then I reminded myself. Sex with Lori was the best I’d ever had. The way she was so eager. The way she loved kissing me while I was inside her. The way her breasts moved when she was riding me...
Yeah, it was good. And odds were, it’d only get better.
I walked home in the cold and wondered how Denise’s party had gone. Work wasn’t quite as satisfying. I also wondered about Carrie’s date. It was hard to believe she was going out with a guy who wasn’t interested in her, given the way she’d dressed. But she’d said she was his beard, so maybe her sexy outfit was the point. In any case, she wasn’t here to give me a ride.
By the time I got back to my room, I was exhausted. I got through my absolutions and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I woke up to the vague memories of a dream. Lori had been giving me a blowjob but there were other naked women and a penguin. I had no idea where the penguin had come from.
But as I shook off the dream, I realized I was as hard as a rock.
And Len was gone.
Well, I had to take advantage of that.
I slipped out of bed, put a rubber band on the doorknob, went to my computer manuals bag, and extracted my hidden Playboy and Penthouse. I’d looked at the Playboy enough, so I took the Penthouse back to bed. I flipped through the pictures until I found one I liked. It didn’t take long to come.
But one wasn’t enough. I started reading the Penthouse Forum, with those naughty letters. Man, they were hard to believe! This stuff actually happened?
One hot letter was from a woman who picked up a younger guy in a bookstore and screwed him in the car. That sounded far-fetched ... but was it really?
Helen Larson had basically offered that last night.
I closed my eyes and fantasized about that for a while. I wasn’t getting close to getting off, so I let my mind drift to Lori and her “special goodbye blowjob.”
I came almost immediately.
We definitely needed to figure out a way to get together.
I made it to the cafeteria just before they closed, but passed on the warmed eggs for some cold cereal. I spent the morning studying and then grabbed a quick lunch before I headed to D&D at Joey’s.
I was a few minutes late and Joey answered the door looking a little green around the gills.
“Hey,” he said. “Good to see you.”
I shrugged and let him lead me in. Then I paused when I entered the living room.
Besides the usual group with Carmen, Bill, and Keith, there was a blond surfer-looking guy sitting on the couch next to Britt. He looked my way and smiled broadly.
“Mike,” Britt said, “this is Quincy.”
Quincy? Like Quincy Jones? The guy who composed movie scores?
“Hey!” Quincy stood and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you!”
We shook. His grip was firm but without any of the power squeeze some guys tried to use. I looked to Britt quickly but she was beaming at him. This had to be her new boyfriend.
“So...,” Quincy said, “I’ve been curious about this D&D thing and Britt says you run a bitchin’ game. You mind if I join you?”
I looked around at the other players and got a round of nods and general agreement.
“Sure,” I said. “We’ll get you a character rolled up.”
“Already did!” Carmen said. “He’s a ranger!”
The same character class as Britt. I pursed my lips in amusement.
“We brought him up on the campaign to date, too,” Joey said as he eased into his chair. If it hadn’t been early afternoon, I’d’ve said he was hung over. In fact, I was sure he was. Which made me wonder about Denise’s party. I just didn’t know how I could ask.
Joey gave me a pained smile. “Let’s play.”
I chuckled evilly and made a show of shaking a bunch of dice behind my dungeon master screen. In front of me, the players ended their side conversations and waited.
“So...,” I said, “are you sure you want to bust down that door?”
“I’ve got a better idea,” Quincy said. He smiled warmly at Britt before looking up at me.
“I go up to the door,” he said. “And I knock. ‘Telegram for Mongo!’”
He nailed the voice, and I laughed. Everyone else chuckled as well.
“Telegram for Mongo!” He mimed knocking on the door.
“Well...,” I said. “After a moment, you hear someone moving behind the door.”
“I step back,” he said.
“The door opens. It’s a bandit. He’s looking curiously at all of you.”
“I grab him, pull him out the door, and push him toward Carmen.”
“Roar!” She pumped her biceps. “I grab him!”
“In, in! We run in!” Britt said.
“Well, you completely surprise the bandits in the next room,” I said.
Britt shot me a beaming smile while Quincy looked at her with adoration.
I liked him. I really did. And with the way he was looking at her, I was happy for her. Things had worked out for both of us, it seemed.
After D&D, I headed back to the dorm to find Len crashed on his bed. He stirred as I walked in and then sat up. His hair was a mess but he had an easy smile.
“You’re back,” I said.
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