Waiting for Justina Volume 2

By Iona Baros

Waiting for Justina Volume 2 is the second of a five-part erotica series for men. In Volume 1, readers met Evan, a shy, awkward, soon-to-be physics student living with his parents while earning the last bit of money needed for college in the fall. While sitting on the beach in Paradise Park one lonely summer afternoon, Evan met Justina, a smart and beautiful woman ten years his senior who saw past his lack of confidence to his unrealized sexual potential. Though a decade apart, the 29-year-old Justina felt deeply attracted to Evan, and the two instantly began an intense sexual relationship with a time limit. Justina planned to keep the relationship as casual as possible so that Evan could go away to college with no commitments at the end of the summer.

In Volume 2, readers have a chance to catch up with Evan. He has been away at college for two years now, and what a time he has had! Today is the day after his first threesome, and he is being transported from college back to his hometown of Paradise Park where he will be working for the summer. Evan sleepily recalls the last couple of years, and it turns out that Justina was right: college was wonderful. Despite all of the fun he has had so far, he can’t help but still dream of Justina. And what about Justina? Where is she? Will he ever find her?

This is the second book of a five-volume series featuring the sexual adventures of Evan, Justina, and the extensive cast of friends and lovers who come their way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Iona Baros
• Release date: Dec 19, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311217677

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Waiting for Justina Volume 2

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2013 by Iona Baros

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Exhausted from the past week of finals and from the last twelve hours he spent partying with Bee and Kerry, Evan nearly sleeps through the train whistle at the Effingham stop on his way home to Paradise Park. He has been dozing on and off throughout his trip, and each time the train slows he unwillingly comes to, his fingers rubbing together, still soft with Bee’s juice from this morning. He adjusts his hoodie, a navy blue thing balled loosely at his head against the window, and when he does, the scent of soft vegetation from his fingers breezes past him, and his cock, sensory memory prompted, grows in his seat. He wonders if the elderly man sitting in the seat in front of him can recognize the scent all over him.

He watches the Midwest terrain pass on his right. His eyes open and close wearily. Each time his eyes rest he sees Bee, spread eagle on her back and Kerry on top of her, their tits pressed, suctioned together. He thinks again about entering both of them from above: how a few hours ago he was switching from Kerry’s cunt to Bee’s, from Bee’s back to Kerry’s. He is thinking about how different the two of their bodies felt below his. And now what is he doing? He is a college sophomore on a train, being taken to his hometown. Quite a bit different than where he was two hours ago.

Before dozing off again he chuckles, remembering Kerry hopping one-heeled out of the bedroom on her way to meet her future in-laws for brunch. What was her boyfriend’s name again? Brian? Brian. That was it. Why do these beautiful women end up choosing guys who just don’t deserve them? Why would Kerry, or any woman for that matter, marry a guy who didn’t care about making her come? In an unapologetically self-congratulatory fashion, Evan smiles because he gave both women a solid three orgasms each over an eight-hour period. His cock grows completely hard the next time he drifts off. When he hears a screech of metal on metal, he jolts awake again, his hands falling into his lap, one knocking into his stubborn hard on. He half contemplates jerking off in the train car bathroom before dismissing the idea as ridiculous. It’s summer. There will be plenty of time to come.

When Evan was in high school—his whole young life, really—he had a love-hate relationship with summer. As a semi-independent young person, he loved being able to spend time riding his bike around Chicago’s Northwest side and reading at library. Every day was seemingly endless and, as cliché as it sounds, full of possibility. What Evan hated about summer was that the possibilities never manifested, that every day was instead only spent riding his bike and reading in some dark corner of the library.

Growing up, the things that happened to his classmates over the summers just never happened to him. He never spent all of June at a lake cottage in Wisconsin making out with a girl his age whose parents rented the place next door. When he was older and had summer jobs, he never had flirty chronicles with his female coworkers (only awkward, hopeful moments), and unlike some of his male associates, he was never invited to feel anyone up in the dry storage pantry of that café on 11th where he bussed tables. All of these things seemed, for whatever reason, to pass him by. Worse than not experiencing these rites of passage, Evan felt, would have been to manipulate or con his way into them inorganically. He never wanted to be that guy, so instead of causing something happen, he waited. And waited.

The summer he started dating Pauline—the summer he graduated from high school—was a welcomed change for 18-year-old Evan. He had attended Kennsington High with Pauline, but they hadn’t really come to notice each other until spring of their senior year, when two of his male friends started dating two of Pauline’s friends. Pauline and Evan drifted together naturally enough. Their group of friends enjoyed watching big movies, playing cards or Risk, riding bikes, and walking together in forest preserves. That first summer after graduation, Evan encountered with Pauline a fraction of what he was supposed to have experienced multiple times throughout high school. They kissed all of the time—something Pauline first initiated, of course—and she was his first girlfriend. Real sex just never became a part of it. Evan, remembering the promise he made to never be that arrogant guy who believed he deserved something physical from women simply because he was breathing, tried desperately to conceal his hard ons from Pauline, tried to be content with their unsophisticated relationship.

As that summer after graduation ended and the year moved deep into the fall and then into winter, he was still high from the fact that