Promiscuous U: Book One

By Sierra Hoffman

Tatum Moore is a college freshman who doesn’t believe in relationships. She's seen her mother through three marriages already, so she knows romances are short-lived and happy endings don't exist.

But that doesn't mean sex is out of the question. She's even developed a philosophy: enjoy as many one-night-stands as possible, never have sex with anyone twice, and always (always) sever attachments with each guy she sleeps with.

That is, until she meets Ian West. After an afternoon of hot and steamy sex with Ian, Tatum struggles to give him the same love ‘em and leave ‘em treatment. He may be naughty, but he’s also nice. And he’s determined to win Tatum over and to change her promiscuous ways.

With a supporting cast of vivid characters, Tatum navigates her way through the halls of Promiscuous U.

Promiscuous U is an erotic, New Adult serial that will release in four segments of approximately 50 pages each. It contains explicit sex and is intended for readers 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sierra Hoffman
• Release date: Feb 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370393572

Sierra Hoffman

Sierra Hoffman is the author of New Adult romance with an erotic (smutty) twist. Her stories delve into college life with a heavy dose of steam and rock hard escapades. When she’s not writing, Sierra is soaking up the Arizona sun with her family, reading, or playing video games with her older son.

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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are fictional and products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, persons, or organizations is coincidental.

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Copyright @ 2017 Sierra Hoffman

First Publication, October 2015

Promiscuous U

Book One

Episodes 1-4

Sierra Hoffman

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Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

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Promiscuous U

Book One, Episode One

1

The beat-up Jeep’s engine isn’t running, but the vehicle moves like the rhythmic rocking of an off-balance washing machine. A cascade of water pours out of the Arizona sky—a monsoon—beading and snaking along the car’s exterior. The windows are fogged, but it isn’t because of the humid, summer storm.

Inside, eighteen-year-old Tatum Moore drapes herself against the backseat. The strap of her tank top lays lifeless over her arm, completely exposing her full and perky B-cups. Her nipples already respond as the guy licks and sucks them. She isn’t one hundred percent sure, but she thinks his name was Alex or Andrew. Something with an A.

Right now, the tank top is the only item of clothing she wears. Her shorts and thong panties already lay on the floor mat somewhere alongside of her. She lost those a while ago after some serious petting and finger fucking. Right now, Alex or Andrew thrusts his completely naked and firm body on top of her. His burning hot cock is buried deeply inside her almost bare pussy. And he’s jamming hard. Hitting her g-spot on target. Fuck, this guy is good. Older. Probably a senior.

Tatum’s super glad she opted for the French bikini wax just prior to the start of the fall semester. It was a treat to herself for actually making it into college in the first place. The smooth feel of her lips as she caresses her clit even turns her on.

Oh yeah! Tatum moans. Right there. She loves the anticipation of coming. Loves the orgasm a thousand times more.

I’m going to explode, the guy says as sweat beads on his face. His eyes are shut as the climax closes in on him. Tatum’s eyelids drop, melting into the erotic feel of his hot and throbbing dick, preparing for the squeezing, pulsating release she’s teetering on the brink of. God, she loves sex.

Then he hits the spot. Tatum arches as her pussy tightens around his dick. Over and over and over again. She feels electricity course through her body, and she can tell he does, too.

He releases a guttural cry, ejaculating inside of her. Well, inside the condom that’s inside of her. Then he collapses on top, sated by the experience. His breath brushes across her neck, then slowly recoups back to its resting rate. He lifts himself up, smiles at Tatum, and then pulls out, rolling the condom from his still-hard shaft. Cum drizzles over Tatum’s abdomen as he rolls over to the passenger’s side of the back seat. He still maintains an erection as he sits back and revels in the experience.

That was hot, he says, a smile curving his luscious lips.

And it was. Hot.

Tatum pulls her tank top strap back into place and feels around the floor for her bra, which she removed somewhere along the line, despite keeping her tank top on. A strip tease of sorts for this stranger.

Lust fills Alex’s eyes as he looks at Tatum. We should most definitely do this again some time.

Tatum pays Alex a forced smile.

He reaches across her for his pants, which are now a wrinkled mass near Tatum’s feet. His cock brushes across her leg as he does, sparking a flare of desire in her once again. But she can’t. She’s already late as it is.

As Tatum snatches her panties and shorts, wiggling herself into them, Alex pulls out his cell. Can I get your number?

Tatum freezes, the panties only half covering her French wax. Number?

Yeah, he says, lifting a muscled yet lazy arm, raking his fingers through his short hair. So we can hook up again.

Tatum gulps and picks up the pace with her dressing efforts. She talks as she smooths out her hair. This has been amazing. Believe me. She thinks of the orgasm, almost wishing for more. But the thing is—

Alex squeezes his eyes closed. You have a boyfriend.

Tatum chortles. God no. She lifts her ass up to assess her appearance in the front seat rear-view mirror, fingering the corners of her mouth where her lip-gloss smudged.

You’re looking for a relationship. He deflates.

You wish, she says, meeting his eyes. She’s now only half listening to Alex or Andrew. She rubs the condensation from the window and peers outside. It seems the rain has finally let up. You were great, she says, finally turning to look at him. This… she motions to the car, which still smells of sex, was great. But I don’t do relationships and I don’t do fuck buddies.

Then what do you do? he asks.

Tatum opens the car door. She steps outside, and then bends down to look back in. I did you. Isn’t that enough?

Alex’s mouth falls open just a little before Tatum gently closes the door on him and their one-time encounter. She stands up and looks at the looming building before her. Her eyes sweep to the etched engraving in the building: Arizona University. Then it swoops over to the marquee on the front lawn. Welcome to Freshman Orientation.

Tatum straps her hobo bag on her shoulder and marches toward the front doors.

2

Tatum pulls open the lecture hall door as the professor—luckily—has his back turned to the auditorium. But then the door clicks closed, and the sound reverberates off the walls, causing just about everyone to swivel his or her heads. Tatum gives a coy smile and a low wave to the professor who, from a distance, looks pretty freaking hot: dirty blond waves of hair, tall, five o-clock shadow. But he seems less than pleased to see Tatum since she disrupted his lecture.

She averts her eyes and they happen to land on the creamy, coffee-colored skin and shiny long dark hair of Sadhvi Patel. She’d be beautiful if her lips weren’t forming a thin line right now. Tatum moves into place beside her.

Nice entrance, says the guy behind them, one level up.

Tatum steals a glance. Mostly black attire, ear piercings, and tats. She smirks up at him before shrugging off her rain jacket and taking a seat.

That pinch between your eyes is going to become permanent if you don’t stop, Tatum tells Sadhvi.

Where have you been? she seethes out of the side of her mouth. At least the thin line is gone.

Sadhvi holds her gaze on the professor and jots down an occasional note. So compliant.

You missed orientation. Not to mention, she gestures back toward the door, …the dungeon door sound.

I had something to take care of, Tatum says, and then reaches down to unearth a tablet from her bag.

Oh my god. Is that a hickey? Sadhvi’s voice is too loud. Neighboring rows look over, as does the boy on her right.

Tatum’s hand reflexively goes to her neck. No?

Tatum feels Sadhvi blatantly stare at her, which is annoying because Tatum’s trying to listen to the captivating discussion of the syllabus. Something about microeconomics and blah, blah, blah.

Always prepared—like a Boy Scout—Sadhvi pulls out her phone and texts Tatum.

Her: Tell me you didn’t.

Tatum grabs her phone: Tell me you did.

Even through her dark skin, Tatum can see Sadhvi blush. Despite carrying on a long-distance relationship with her high school boyfriend, Sadhvi’s still a virgin.

Sadhvi sets her phone down with deliberation. But the text manages to keep her quiet through the rest of Intro to Economics. Sadhvi entertains herself by taking copious notes, and Tatum entertains herself by scoping out the student body and studying how perfectly Professor—she glances down at the syllabus Sadhvi passed to her mid-lecture—McCloud’s pants hug his ass. And Tatum can’t help but wonder what he’d look like with them completely off, fully erect. She bets he’s totally bossy in bed.

When class is over, Tatum swipes her belongings into her bag and stands.

See you later, the guy who was sitting next to Sadhvi says as he inches his way past the two of them and out into the aisle.

Bye, Sadhvi says, smiling at him.

Oooh, la, la, Tatum says. He’s cute.

Leave it alone, Tatum. He has a girlfriend. And, in case you’ve forgotten, I have a boyfriend.

Right. Tatum heaves her bag over her shoulder. One who happens to be four hundred miles away.

Sadhvi ignores her.

So what’s his name? Tatum gestures toward the door that the new guy just walked out.

Dalton.

Blue eyes, dark lashes, nice body. Not that Tatum noticed any of that. At all. He and Sadhvi would make a perfect couple if it weren’t for the whole pseudo boyfriend thing and the fact that Sadhvi is saving herself for…whatever.

Well, Tatum says, checking the time on her bare wrist, I’ve got to rock and roll. She steps into the aisle. Things to see, people to do.

She notices the tat guy listening in as he packs up his things. He grins at her. You mean things to do, people to see.

No. I meant what I said.

She slips into the aisle, and he falls into step with her.

My kind of girl, he says.

Tatum twists back to Sadhvi. Well, if you don’t snag him, someone else will. He could catch girls in those lashes.

Or boys, tat guy says as he walks with Tatum.

She gives him a curious glance.

3

A breakup ballad plays in the background as Tatum and Sadhvi slide into a booth in the Student Union—a tiered branch of the university with its cheap food, beer for the over twenty-one crowd, and occasional spot for a small concert or school social event. Despite the ever-present Phoenician sun, the Student Union is dim. Add a couple of slot machines, and it could be the raunchier side of Vegas. The décor is slight, seats vinyl, and the place is short on bells and whistles.

So what’d I miss at the orientation? Tatum flicks her long brown hair back and snags a fry from her plate.

If you would have been there like the rest of us, Sadhvi says, laying a napkin in her lap like this is a fine-dining establishment, then you would know what you missed. Her chin tips upward in so there fashion.

If I were there, I wouldn’t know what I missed because I wouldn’t have missed anything.

Exactly, Sadhvi says initially with absolute assurance, but then a crease punctures the skin between her eyes. Sadhvi places a slice of cucumber in her mouth. Where were you anyway? she asks after swallowing the bite. She dribbles dressing on her salad.

Tatum opens her mouth to speak.

On second thought, she says, I don’t want to know.

Tatum leans in, French fry in hand. Are you sure?

Sadhvi stiffens, bracing herself for the inevitable. Yes.

It was juicy, Tatum tells her, swirling the fry in a glob of ketchup, then seductively licking it off.

You’re lewd.

No, he was lewd. Tatum traces the blooming smile on her lips with the tip of her finger. Let me tell you, she closes her eyes, his tongue was like magic.

I’m not hearing this. Sadhvi spreads her salad dressing around the mixed greens as if her entire college career depends on it.

He licked my muffin like he had a degree in muffin licking. My clitoris actually quivered.

Seriously, Sadhvi says to no one, why do they play the music so low in here. She mock searches around. Surely, there’s someone who can turn up the volume.

So I came the first time before I even did it with him.

Sadhvi sets down her fork and puts her palms over her ears. La, la, la, la, la. I’m not hearing this.

Tatum reaches over the table and pulls Sadhvi’s hands away. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to have a guy’s enormous penis inside you?

Sadhvi straightens in her chair and blinks. When the time is right for… she clears her throat, intimate relations, then yes, I’ll be interested.

Tatum hides a laugh. "Intimate relations? Really? What are you? Like 80?"

Sadhvi says nothing. She picks up her fork again and pushes her food around her carton.

Say it, Sadhvi. You know you want to.

Sadhvi shakes her head, still moving her food.

Say it. Fuck.

Nothing.

Fuck.

Wow, this is quite the lunchtime chat. Any chance I can join you?

Tatum and Sadhvi look up. A guy with dirty blond hair and corded jewelry hovers at their table. He looks like he just came from the beach. Maybe a summer spent in California.

He smiles, not serious about truly joining them.

We were just… Sadhvi covers her flushed cheeks and looks to Tatum for rescue.

Talking about orgasms. Tatum finishes Sadhvi’s sentence, though it’s not at all what Sadhvi would have said.

For biology, Sadhvi covers.

Love to be in that biology class, the guy says.

His eyes meet Tatum’s, and he completely laps her up. Well, I didn’t mean to interrupt. You ladies enjoy your conversation. He saunters off to concessions.

Biology class? Seriously? Why do you have to be so frigid? Tatum asks, checking him out from behind. He’s sexy.

Isn’t s-e-x with one stranger enough for today?

I think everyone here can spell, Sad.

Tatum considers Sadhvi’s question for half a second. She’s seriously uncertain whether one fuck a day is sufficient for her libido, especially considering how beyond horny she feels after laying eyes on the new guy. She’s already creaming her panties at the mere idea of the guy’s hard dick between her legs.

Sadhvi steers her vision over Tatum’s shoulder. There’s Dalton. She waves to him.

Ah, Dalton. Now there’s someone worth losing your virginity for. And I can tell you like him, Tatum say, smiling over at her friend.

Sadhvi narrows her eyes. I don’t. Not in that way. Plus, I already have a boyfriend. Remember Ben?

How can I forget?

"I’m going to say hi. Sadhvi slips out of the booth. He’s having girlfriend troubles, she whispers, hand guarding her mouth as if he can lip read…across the room…in the dim lighting of the Student Union.

You know it’s a line, right? Tatum says. To get inside your panties.

Sadhvi rolls her eyes. You’re wrong. He’s hurting.

Tatum steals a look. Whatever.

After Sadhvi takes off,