Dangerous Curves
Copyright© 2026 by Big Ed Magusson
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 Slow
Lori led me up to her bedroom, where I’d changed into my costume the night before. My backpack still sat on her bed. While she looked through her drawers, I pulled my shirt, jeans, and underwear out of my backpack.
“Should I, uh ... change in the bathroom?” I asked.
She looked at me with amusement. “Why? I’ve already seen you naked.”
My face reddened. Yeah, it was a stupid thought. But that was my upbringing again. You didn’t change clothes in front of people, right?
But Lori was right, too. Besides, while I’d been thinking about it, she’d shed her robe and pulled out a pair of blue cotton panties. She waited until I was looking her way and playfully leered at me.
“You haven’t seen me in these, right?”
“Nope. Just the green ones.”
She stepped into them and pulled them up. Then she struck a pose with her hands on her hips. “Ta da! Now you have!”
I laughed and took off my own robe. As we dressed, she started telling me about her cat, and I quickly caught on that we were going to stop by her apartment and feed little Miss Puss ‘n Boots.
“Sorry about the name,” Lori said. “I got her when I was nine. Now everyone calls her Bootsy. That’s a picture of her.”
She pointed to what was clearly an old Christmas photo with a young Lori holding a cat up and grinning like she’d won the lottery. The mostly white cat did indeed have black feet, or boots, I supposed. I didn’t know enough about cats to know what they were called, or even what breed she was.
“She’s pretty,” I said, because, well, what else do you say?
“And really affectionate. She likes to snuggle up in my lap when I’m sitting on the couch.”
I nodded. I could see that.
“So,” she said as she finished buttoning her jeans, “ready?”
“Are we coming back here?” I asked. I looked pointedly at my backpack.
“Mmm hmm. Leave it.”
I nodded. “What about Len and Liz?” Well, Len would be fine, other than needing a ride back to Boulder at some point. I suspected he could somehow charm some woman into that if he needed to. But Liz’s car was still here, at least I thought it was.
“We’ll leave ‘em a note,” Lori said. “Besides, we might see them at Rusty’s.”
“We’re going back?”
“Yeah. He has a big clean-up party the next day.” She smiled. “We should help.”
“Yeah.” Since Rusty had stopped Kevin from fighting me and then thrown the asshole out, I kind of owed him. Party clean-up sounded like the right thing to do.
Lori grinned. “Then we’ll have the rest of the day.”
I smiled back. A full day with Lori sounded like heaven.
We headed downstairs to the family room where we’d discarded our costumes in our haste to have sex on the couch. Lori had wanted it bad, and folding clothes hadn’t been on my mind. Now ... I suffered a small panic attack that someone had found them and realized what had happened. Then I realized that was silly. The only person here was Carrie, and she’d probably seen Lori and me actually having sex.
That ... just ... my brain circuits went into confused static again.
Someone could’ve seen us having sex. I’d spent so much of my life hiding what I was doing, even if it was just masturbating. Getting caught having sex would’ve been the end of my life. But Carrie ... Lori ... they just didn’t care.
I wasn’t sure how to wrap my mind around that.
While I was wondering, we put away our costumes and then headed out to Lori’s car in the garage. As we pulled out, I noticed a Chevy Camaro pulled up behind Liz’s Acura. I raised an eyebrow. Somehow that fit Carrie.
We started the drive to Fort Collins in pleasant silence. Lori focused on the road as we navigated out of her parents’ quiet bedroom neighborhood. I used the time to work up my nerve.
“So ... um ... Carrie,” I said. “Does she just stop by whenever she wants?”
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t she?”
“Yeah ... but she doesn’t live there.”
“Well, she did. Our senior year.”
I coughed in surprise. “The whole year?”
“Well ... no. Just after her eighteenth birthday. When her mom kicked her out.”
I whipped my head around to face Lori. “Kicked her out?!”
“Yeah. Her mom’s ... not a good person. It was either live with us or go to her dad’s in Salt Lake.”
Her mom kicked her out! Her mom kicked her own kid out of the house. I just ... I just couldn’t fathom that. I couldn’t see my parents doing that, even with my sister, and she and my mom fought a lot. Not even if we’d done something horrible, like ... I dunno ... smoked pot. Parents just didn’t do that to their kids.
“Carrie had it rough growing up,” Lori said, “but she’s really great. Really, really great. She’s kind of my second sister.”
“Okay...” I nodded, and it took me a minute to remember that Lori had an older sister who lived in California.
I fell silent as I continued to wonder how a parent could kick their kid out of the house. How could someone do that?
Lori broke the silence. “So she really is part of the family, you know? I love her to death.”
I slowly nodded. That sounds ... really great, having a friend like that.”
“Yeah.” Lori smiled. “I’m glad she’s back.”
“Yeah...” I furrowed my brow. “Didn’t you mention something like three colleges in three years?”
“That was Len, but yeah. A year at Emory, a year at a community college in Utah, and now Colorado State.”
“Utah?”
“Yeah. Where her dad lives. He, uh, wasn’t happy when she quit Emory.”
I nodded. My parents would be furious if I quit college.
Lori sighed. “She’s really smart. She’s just ... particular.”
“Particular?”
“If she likes something, she loves it. If she doesn’t, she hates it.” Lori chuckled. “Her cat woman costume last night was perfect.”
I smiled and nodded. I could see that.
Honestly, a lot of the costumes at the party had been really great. Yeah, there were a number of people who’d just showed up in just fake blood and old torn t-shirts, but Carrie’s cat woman had been top-notch, as was Lori’s roommate’s Wonder Woman costume. Of course, my favorite was Lori’s Eve costume, but maybe that was because I’d gotten to taste the apple.
I grinned at that thought.
“Um...” Lori’s expression turned serious. “I hope you’re okay that she just got in the tub with us?”
I needed to be cool. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Not everybody’s okay with nudity.”
“I’m okay with it.” God, I hope I was. Well ... I was with Lori’s. And Carrie’s for that matter, now that I thought about it.
“Great!” Lori said. “I didn’t see the point in stopping her since we were already naked.”
“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound a bit sophisticated. “It would’ve been weird if she’d been in a suit and we weren’t.”
“Yeah.”
We fell quiet again. In some ways, seeing Carrie naked wasn’t that unusual these days. Since I’d started college two and a half months ago, I’d seen eight women topless or naked. They hadn’t all been intentional like Carrie—certainly not Len’s friend Julie or my sister. The memory of Michelle’s naked body flashed through my mind and I stiffened. I didn’t need to be thinking about my sister naked.
But Lori? My one-night stand with Brenda? The number of times my friend Liz had flashed me her tits?
In fact ... all of them had been deliberate except Julie and Michelle.
“So...,” Lori asked, breaking me out of my woolgathering, “are you okay doing it again?”
“What?”
“Getting naked in the hot tub.”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” What had I gotten myself into?
“Cool.”
I was saved from any further discussion by Lori turning onto a side street and pulling up in front of an old large two-story house.
She parked and smiled at me. “We’re here!”
Lori’s apartment was on the second floor of a converted house. It looked like one of those fancy homes from the 1920s, or maybe earlier, though it’d clearly faded with time. The facade was worn and it clearly needed paint, but it didn’t look decrepit.
“I know,” Lori said. “It’s not much, but the rent’s cheap.”
There was that.
“And they allow pets.”
Ah, the real reason.
I followed her up the walk and waited while she unlocked the main door. We ignored the doors to the left and right and headed up the stairs. At the top, she unlocked the door to the actual apartment. We stepped into the main room and a flash of white dashed across the room.
“Oh, Bootsy!” Lori dropped to her knees as the cat rubbed up against her. She started petting it and grinned up at me.
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