Dangerous Curves
Copyright© 2026 by Big Ed Magusson
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
Both Lori and I were dressed and sitting on her couch when Liz and Terri returned. Admittedly, we hadn’t been dressed very long, but we were presentable. Lori even had Bootsy on her lap and was telling me stories about the cat. I found them amusing, mostly because Lori was the one telling them.
“Ready?” Liz checked her watch. If we left now, we’d be back in time for me to get some lunch in the cafeteria before D&D.
“Yeah.” I stood as Lori scooped Bootsy to the floor. She turned to me and put her arms around me. “Two weeks?”
“If I can get a ride.”
“We’ll figure something out.” She pulled me down for a quick, hot kiss. We pulled apart and then Liz and I said goodbye once again and headed out.
Once we got in the car, I sagged back in the seat. I was tired. My thighs were also sore. It felt like we’d had more sex over the weekend than I’d ever had in my life.
And maybe we had. It’s not like Andrea and I had done it all that often.
But ... wow.
I glanced over at Liz. She wore a contented smile that matched my own. As I watched, she stifled a yawn.
“Tired?” I asked.
“A little.”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
She flashed me a quick grin before returning her eyes to the road.
I chuckled. Liz had been reluctant to come to the party but had ultimately agreed when Len had been super enthusiastic.
“So...,” I asked, “are you glad you came to the party?”
“God, yes! You?”
“Oh, yeah. I grinned so wide my mouth hurt.
“Terri’s ... wow.”
I chuckled. “Good for you.”
“Yeah. Too bad she’s an hour away.”
I tried to bite back my envy. “At least you have a car.”
She shrugged. “It still limits us to weekends.”
“Yeah.”
We fell quiet for a moment.
“So...,” Liz began. “What was this about two weekends from now?”
“Lori’s going to be up in the mountains next weekend.”
“Ah ... I’m going back up next weekend.”
I nodded. “So you’ll have the apartment to yourselves.”
She grinned. “Yep.”
“Won’t have to worry about us walking in on you,” I added. “And, uh ... sorry for that.”
“Oh, I don’t care. You’ve seen it all anyway.”
I blinked. She didn’t care?
“Well...,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to embarrass Terri.”
“Oh, it didn’t seem to bother her.”
“Really?” That surprised me, but then I barely knew Terri.
“Mmm hmm. She likes being naked.”
“Even living with Lori?” I blurted. “It doesn’t bother her?”
Liz laughed. “Definitely not with Lori.”
“Huh?”
“Terri said they’ve lived together long enough that neither of them cares.”
“Ah.”
I wondered about that. How long would you have to live with someone to feel that comfortable? I certainly couldn’t imagine it with my family, but Lori’s? They were a lot more laid back.
The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. At least I liked the thought of learning more.
We parked in the student lot down the hill from the dorm and walked up to the dorm and through the courtyard to the stairs. My thighs already ached, and then climbing four flights of stairs to my room just made it worse. Liz didn’t seem to mind, but then she had one less set of steps to go up.
I walked down the hall to the end room, my room. I passed a few open doors on the way and waved at a couple of the guys but didn’t stop. While all the guys on the floor were friendly, we weren’t friends.
Our door was shut and locked. There was no rubber band around the knob, so I presumed Len was alone. I unlocked the door, walked in, and found him napping on his bed fully dressed. He wore the same clothes he had the day before, though he’d taken off his shoes. His desk was clean and empty, which told me he hadn’t worked on his paper.
I glanced at the clock. It was two minutes before noon, and he hadn’t started?
Well, it was his grade.
I set my backpack down, dumped my dirty clothes into my laundry basket, and changed into some clean underwear. Len stirred just after I finished.
“Hey, Mike.” He sat up and stretched. “Sorry. I was up late.”
“Hey,” I replied. “You had lunch yet?”
“Nah.” That’s a good idea. He shifted and reached for his shoes.
“So how’s the paper coming?”
“I gotta get on that. Say ... Can I borrow your computer to type it up?”
“Sure.”
I watched as Len deftly tied his shoes and stood. He almost bounced on his feet and smiled. I glanced past him and realized his bed was made.
He hadn’t slept here, I realized. Whatever had kept him up late hadn’t been in our dorm. He wasn’t hungover either. Which meant...
I rolled my eyes. He’d blown off his paper to get laid. Somehow, that seemed exactly like Len in every way.
“I’m starved,” he said. “Let’s go.”
I was a few minutes late for the Dungeons and Dragons game at Joey’s. I’d loaded my backpack with all the game stuff, along with a drink, and I had gotten all the way to the ground floor before I remembered his costume that I needed to return. Four flights of steps back up and four flights of steps back down left me even less interested in walking the dozen blocks to Joey’s house on The Hill.
Though to be fair, it wasn’t just Joey’s house. It still blew my mind that the nerdy yearbook editor was living with two hot women. His girlfriend Carmen had Charo’s love of life and no inhibitions about acting like a brainless barbarian during the game, even though she was obviously quite smart. Their roommate, Britt, was as cool as her Nordic roots with Valkyrie looks. Part of me still wondered what would’ve happened if I’d realized she was inviting me in at the end of our one and only date.
I reached their door out of breath and with my legs complaining about all the exercise. I did my best to ignore them and knocked. Joey opened the door and ushered me in. I glanced around and realized our other two players, Bill and Keith, weren’t here.
But Denise was. The blue-eyed blonde didn’t actually play D&D. She and her roommate, Debbie, preferred to play with Len. Not that I was envious or anything. But Debbie wasn’t here.
“Hey,” Joey said. “It’s just us. Keith’s sick, and Bill called to say he’s way behind on homework and has to skip. He promised to be here next week, though.”
“Hey, Mike.” Denise gave me a little wave from the couch
“Hey,” I said. “How are you?
“I’m fine.” She shrugged. “Debbie’s grandfather died.”
“Is he the ultra-conservative one?” I asked.
“Who believes women shouldn’t have credit cards? Yeah.” She spat. “Glad he’s dead.”
Carmen, who was sitting next to Denise, winced.
“Sorry,” Denise said, “but I am.”
“We’re not going to defend him,” Britt said as she came in from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.
“Yeah,” Joey said. “We just want to support Debbie. And you, of course.”
“Thanks.” Denise seemed genuinely touched.
I returned the Highlander costume I’d borrowed from Joey. Denise furrowed her brow at the garment bag and Joey explained what it was.
“Oh,” Denise said. “How’d the party go?”
That was right. She’d been the one to suggest I borrow a costume from Joey. I thought about the party and my mind immediately went to the confrontation with Kevin. I didn’t want to talk about that, though.
“Oh, the usual,” I said. “Some people had great costumes. Some were lame. A lot of drinking. Oh, they had dancing.” I smiled at the memory of twirling Lori. “It was pretty fun.” Especially after the party, but I couldn’t say that either.
“What was that look for?” Carmen asked.
“What look?” I asked.
“You were smirking,” Britt said.
“Yeah, dude,” Joey added. “You were.”
“Oh!” Denise said. “It’s Lori! Len’s sister.” She turned to the others. “We met her at the concert.”
“Ahh,” Carmen said knowingly.
I looked at Britt. Was she going to be upset? But she just smirked.
“I bet he spent the night,” Denise teased.
“Yeah,” Carmen said. She studied my face. “That’s totally the expression.”
My face was so red I could’ve auditioned for Santa.
“Don’t even try to deny it,” Joey said. “Carmen’s psychic.”
“I am!” she exclaimed.
“She is,” Britt added. “She always knows what I’m thinking.”
“Mmm hmm,” Carmen said, “and right now you’re thinking it’s a good thing you and Mike didn’t get together.”
“What?” Britt laughed.
“Am I wrong?” Carmen gave her a knowing look.
Britt laughed again and looked away. This time her face was red.
“She met someone, too,” Joey explained.
“Oh?” I said. That was a huge weight off my shoulders.
But ... more than that. I was happy for her. Yeah, I found Britt attractive, but she was also fun to be around. I smiled.
Britt looked back at us. Her face was still cherry apple red. Her eyes met mine and hers brightened. Like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, too. We smiled, but only for a moment.
“He’s a great guy,” Carmen said.
“So...,” Joey said, “are we gonna try to play without Keith and Bill, or do something else?”
“How about we just hang out?” Britt suggested. She’d set the popcorn bowl on the usual snack table. “It’d be easier on Mike.”
“Yeah,” I said. We’d left the party in the middle of the wilderness. I couldn’t immediately think of a good way to get two of the characters offstage for a while.
“Cool,” Joey said. “So, tell us more about this party. What were the other costumes?”
I sank into a chair and described the party, though not in detail besides the costumes. Carmen got a knowing grin when I described Lori’s Eve costume, though Denise perked up when I mentioned the room of lesbians and what they wore. The conversation quickly slid to the costume party that they’d gone to themselves. It’d been a smaller party, but that’s where Britt had met Quincy. Like me coming back from Lori’s, Britt had only gotten back from his place this morning. I didn’t get any details on him other than he was apparently quite funny.