Dangerous Curves
Copyright© 2026 by Big Ed Magusson
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
My chemistry lab Tuesday was a disaster and this time I couldn’t even blame it on my lab partner. He didn’t show up. I worked with one of the guys I’d been paired up with before because his lab partner was taking the whole week off.
And our results didn’t make sense. Even the T.A. was baffled by how we’d gotten them.
I was way, way late by the time I got back to the dorm. Not only was Julie gone, but Len was too. I dropped my stuff and rushed down to the cafeteria before it closed. I half-expected to find Len there, but he wasn’t. Instead, I ate with a couple of guys I know only casually before heading back up to the room.
Despite the cold outside, our room was overheated and musty, which competed with the musky smell of Len’s incense. It also felt old and sterile. We’d never really decorated, and the furniture was pretty utilitarian. The only color came from our bedspreads and the cushions people used on movie nights.
It wasn’t at all like the warm, cozy feeling of Lori’s apartment bedroom. Or even the bedroom in her house. Those were homes. This was ... just a place to stay.
But maybe now that I was making some money, I could afford a poster or two. It’d be cool to have a Casablanca one hanging on the wall.
I thought about studying, but I wasn’t really in the mood. I didn’t have anything due before Thanksgiving in any of my remaining classes.
So I decided to go through Len’s movies and find one I hadn’t seen before. He had all the Bond movies, but I wasn’t in the mood for them. He also had some early Mel Brooks, but while that was better, it still wasn’t quite right.
Then I spotted 9 to 5. Perfect. I’d never seen it because I wasn’t sure how my parents would take it. Dad still considered Jane Fonda a traitor because of her antics during Vietnam.
The movie was almost over when Len finally showed up. He sauntered in, threw his keys on the desk, and then took off his winter coat. I paused the film and waited as he hung up his jacket. Then he shot me a shit-eating grin to top the world before his eyes fell on the screen.
“9 to 5,” he said. “Cool.”
“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“Nah. I don’t.” He moved his chair so he could sit and see the screen. His grin hadn’t failed.
“Good evening?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
I snorted. “Julie?”
“Yeah. Her roommate was gone after dinner so...” He smirked. “I’ve kicked you out enough.”
“Uh ... thanks, I think.”
“You’re welcome.”
I rolled my eyes. He honestly meant it.
Wednesday’s classes flew by. They were also only half full as a bunch of students had already started their vacations. The instructors were as ready for the Thanksgiving break as we were. I was packed by lunchtime even though Joey wasn’t picking me up until three. Len’s Dad was picking him up after that.
So I had the room to myself and nothing to do while Len was in his afternoon class.
My mind drifted to Lori, naturally. I wasn’t going to get to see her for two weeks, which stunk. I suspected we could talk on the phone, but we hadn’t set anything up. And the phone was a poor substitute, really.
It wasn’t just the sex, which was mind-blowingly good. I got hard just thinking about her bare breasts bouncing as she rode me.
Then it occurred to me—I had the room to myself. And I wasn’t going to have a lot of privacy or personal time when I got home.
I slipped a rubber band over the door.
Then I climbed onto my bed and played back the memories of listening to Terri come while Lori rode me.
It took me no time at all to find some relief.
I waited for Joey in the lobby and he was right on time. I spotted his red mustang pulling up to the curb in the roundabout amid a few swirling snowflakes. I’d heard that we were supposed to only get a light snow, but that was secondhand. It wasn’t like I’d bothered to watch the weather report on TV myself.
I grabbed my backpack and my duffle bag and headed through the courtyard and under the arch to the street. Joey was just getting out of the car when he saw me, so we waved and he went and opened the trunk. I threw my bags in, noted that Carmen was in the front, and climbed into the back seat.
“Glad you’re ready to go,” Joey joked as I fastened my seatbelt. “It’s getting slick out here.”
“Well, I appreciate the ride,” I said.
“Eh, it’s not a problem.” He started up the engine.
“Hey, Mike,” Carmen said over her shoulder. “Looking forward to Thanksgiving?”
“Yes and no.” I told her about my work schedule and my resulting short vacation.
“Mmm ... that’s too bad,” she said. “So you’re gonna be alone all weekend?”
“Just Friday and Saturday. We’re playing D&D on Sunday, right?”
“Maybe,” Joey answered. “Keith and Quincy won’t be there. Bill wasn’t sure.”
I nodded. “Well, if we skip it, that’s okay.”
“I figured you’d say that.”
“We should have you over anyway,” Carmen said. “Any chance Lori can come down?”
“No,” I said with a sigh. We’d talked about it, but Len’s dad was going to drop him off Sunday on his way to the airport for another business trip.
“That’s too bad. I’d like to get to know her better.”
“I’m sure she’ll be down to visit other times.” And why not spend some time hanging out with Joey and Carmen? It could be fun.
“Great!”
Even without her turning around, I could tell Carmen was grinning.
“So...,” Carmen said, “I heard you met at an R.E.M. concert...”
“We met earlier,” I said, “when Len and I moved into the dorm.” Rather spectacularly, since I’d walked in on Lori changing and seen her in just her panties. But I pushed that memory aside. “The concert was our first date, depending on how you count.”
“What do you mean ‘depending on how you count?’” Joey asked with a tone of disbelief.
“Well ... I’m not sure it started up as a date, but it certainly ended up as one.”
“Oooh!” Carmen said. “That sounds like fun!”
I laughed. “Not that fun. But, yeah ... we’ve been together since.”
“Well, I’m happy for you. Just like I’m happy for Britt.”
“Quincy seems like a great guy.”
“He is,” Carmen said. “He really is. He’s sweet. He’s smart. He’s good for her. He really is.”
“Better than that guy she went out with last spring,” Joey said.
“Oh, God! Yeah! What a fake!”
“Fake?” I asked.
“Mmm hmm. He said he was open-minded but...” she sighed dramatically.
“They didn’t date very long,” Joey said.
“Thank the Lord!” Carmen said.
Joey chuckled. I just smiled.
The conversation turned to family traditions for Thanksgiving. Joey’s was much like mine—his immediate family plus a neighbor or three. In contrast, Carmen had a huge family gathering that regularly saw fifty or sixty people getting together for the meal. That meal had as many Mexican staples as traditional American Thanksgiving food. She described the chorizo sausage stuffing in enough detail to make my mouth water.
We also talked some about Christmas. Joey was going to spend Christmas Eve with Carmen’s family and then drive like mad down to the Springs for Christmas Day with his family. Carmen would get a ride down late that afternoon so she could have a late Christmas dinner with Joey’s family. It sounded a bit madcap and also wonderful at the same time. They were both pitting in a lot of effort to be together on the holiday. But then, they had been a couple for two years and were living together.
“All that driving’s fine unless there’s heavy snow,” he said. “Then it’s a mess.”
“Especially if they close Monument Hill,” I said.
“But it’s worth it!” Carmen grinned at him.
I chuckled. I was sure it was. I wondered if Lori and I would ever share holidays with our families like that.
We maneuvered off the highway into a neighborhood with small houses and scattered apartment buildings that were a bit too well-maintained to call them slums. The buildings were at least seventy years old, but the yards were clear of junk and porches full of flower boxes. It wasn’t hard to imagine families hanging out in the yard when the weather was nicer.
Joey pulled up in front of one with a huge porch and dormer windows on the second floor. He did a better job of parallel parking than I’d ever dreamed of doing myself.
“Might as well come in,” he said to me. “It’s gonna be a while.”
“Not that long,” Carmen admonished, but Joey smirked and she just rolled her eyes.
It was too cold to sit in the car for long, so I followed them in.
And was overwhelmed by Carmen’s family.
A riot of kids shouting in Spanish poured out of the house and nearly buried Carmen in hugs. Joey got some from a young boy in a Star Wars T-shirt that couldn’t’ve been more than six. A couple looked at me but turned to tugging on Carmen’s arms and pulling her toward the house. There, an older man with bulging biceps stepped out onto the porch. He smiled warmly at the happy chaos even as it ebbed toward him.
Carmen gave the man a hug and then introduced him to me as her father, Mr. Ramirez. He shook my hand firmly enough that I had to blink and remember he was an electrician and not a construction worker. This was not a man I wanted to mess with.