The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 28: 11 Erotica Books

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Supreme Sorority Sex Scandals by Kim Wilkerson

Love and Passion - The Best Choices by Bonnie Robles

For the Love of Paris by Victoria Lawson

Roadside by Carla Burke

Dramatic Purpose by Cynthia Conley

A Big Girl Finds Her Man by Grace Barron

Private Tuition by Nellie Cross

Meeting the Teacher by Diana Vega

Just Punishment by Emma Bishop

Beach Seduction by Janet Bryant

Erotic Education by Pauline Orr

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Warning: This story is intended for adult readers 18 years of age or older. It contains explicit language and graphic sexual content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AmorBooks.com
• Release date: Jan 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005022891

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Table of Contents

Supreme Sorority Sex Scandals

Love and Passion - The Best Choices

For the Love of Paris

Roadside

Dramatic Purpose

A Big Girl Finds Her Man

Private Tuition

Meeting the Teacher

Just Punishment

Beach Seduction

Erotic Education

Supreme Sorority Sex Scandals

by

Kim Wilkerson

'Drunk and disorderly, that's what I am,' thought Amelia, although she wasn't certain she'd voiced her status aloud.

It was Friday night and the alpha-male frat house Alpha Beta Pi, or some random bizarre combination of Greek letters, were holding a huge party, attended by all the other elite fraternities on campus.

Unfamiliar with college life, the dress code, theme and attendees didn't enlighten Amelia as to what the purpose of the social function was. In all honesty she guessed the formalities and glamour were most likely a pretence for rich kids to drink, take drugs, have sex and misbehave outrageously, purely on the premise that they could afford to.

Strictly speaking as a college freshman, Amelia shouldn’t have been present at the party. The glossy invitation was extended to her on account of her older sister, Rebecca, a senior and head of the sorority Gamma Delta Epsilon; yet another haphazard combination of the Greek alphabet.

Heavily influenced from her family, Amelia was gently forced into pledging for her sister's fraternity. Although she stubbornly refused to invest time learning the campus' various organizations and their standings in the social structure of college, Amelia was already resigned to becoming a member of Gamma Delta Epsilon.

She knew her sister would have her approved and she'd automatically be assigned to this shallow but highly respected clique for the remainder of her future at college. Her sister constantly reminded her that acceptance into the sorority was a huge privilege. It would stand her in good stead throughout her college life. Amelia saw it as a prison, preventing her from being herself and mixing with whomever she wanted to.

No other pledges were present at the exclusive party so clearly her surname, Worthington, held a good deal of weight within the student population. Amelia was however determined that the impression she made at college was markedly different to that of her sister and mother.

Having applied and been accepted to study medicine, within a month of college life Amelia removed herself from the course to enrol in the respected Fine Arts department. This drastic move immediately removed her from a secure and high paid professional career, but gave her a few years to explore and develop her skills in one of the passions of her life. She knew she wasn't a gifted artist, but at eighteen, impulsively decided life was for living now, not worrying about tomorrow.

Changing courses had been the easy part, changing her social strata would require more devious and considered courses of actions. Rebecca was determined Amelia carry on the family name and prestigious role in Gamma Delta Epsilon.

With the diamanté tiara of popularity already thrust upon her, Amelia knew her sister would be overly flexible, extra accommodating, piously forgiving and readily able to gloss over and excuse any of Amelia's 'mistakes' with the other powerful sorority members vying to step up to a higher position.

If she wanted to avoid the dog-eat-dog bitchiness of the A-crowd, Amelia would have to perform a spectacularly deliberate and unforgivable act to have her excluded from these kinds of people. Drunk and disorderly was not going to make the impact she had been hoping for. Everyone at the party was drunk and disorderly.

Rather than breaking the etiquette, her behaviour was the norm, making Amelia blend in easily with the rowdy students. Drunken hands reached for her to grab her for a dance or drag her in a darkened corner for a little illicit sexual foreplay. It would've been easy to play the slut and sleep with one of these pretentious spoilt boys, but, rather like the drinking, this behaviour was accepted and applauded rather than resulting in social disgrace.

Amelia smirked to herself given most of the girls from Gamma Delta Epsilon wore celibacy rings; promoting the belief of sex after marriage. They were all frauds and by association Amelia was the biggest fraud of all.

Irritated at the hypocritical behaviour of her own 'house' she skulked off into the night to ponder how best she could damage the reputation of Gamma Delta Epsilon. She stumbled around the pitch black grounds unable to navigate her way back to the dorms. Until she was accepted in the sorority she resided in the dormitories.

Rebecca had insisted she move straight into the 'house', but Amelia had pleaded she didn't want special treatment as she could be stepping on toes and fracturing potential new friendships if she permitted her sister to demonstrate favouritism towards her.

Her heel got stuck in the wet grass and she felt herself stumble towards the ground.

'Drunk and disorderly, that's what you are,' said a warm male voice, catching her by the arm preventing her from falling ungraciously to the ground.

'A little bit,' she nodded with heavy lids.

'A big bit I think,' retorted the kind man.

A muscular arm went round her waist to support her. She lent into him, finding his aftershave intoxicating and his broad frame comforting. Amelia staggered under his guidance to a lit path.

'You live on campus?'

'Girls dorms. West side.'

'How about I give you a lift? Make sure you get there safely.'

In the light she could see who her knight in shining white armour was. He was the epitome of a gallant and honourable man in uniform. Admittedly it was only campus security, but it was still a uniform and he filled it out perfectly.

Six foot three, wide shoulders, narrow waist, sizeable frame, strong jaw, chiselled bone structure, symmetric features, short black hair, blue eyes and beautiful long lashes - he was so good looking, it was as if he'd stepped out of some trashy romance novel.

Cynically she wondered if he predicted she'd be in awe of his model-esque appearance. A bitchy comment made her think the best he'd ever achieve was catalogue modelling not the cat-walk. She berated herself for contemplating vocalizing the unwarranted and untrue observation. Perhaps Amelia had more in common with the students she was desperate to avoid affiliating with than what she originally thought.

'I'd appreciate that,' she replied gratefully.

Amelia tried to straighten out her appearance. She smoothed down her turquoise dress which complimented her green eyes. Running her hands through her amber curls, voluminizing and styling her hair, allowed her the opportunity to check she hadn't lost an ear ring during her zombie-like escapade towards the dorm. Inhaling the cool night air to refresh herself and clear her head, she hopped in the security car, as her nameless hero drove her home.

Chivalrous to the end, he took the keys from the ignition then leapt out of the car to open the passenger-door.

'Bet you can't wait to get into bed,' he said lightly.

'Only if you're joining me,' she flirted.

He stepped back immediately, searching her face to see if she was serious or not. Reading the reluctant body language she retracted the comment.

'Teasing,' she clarified.

He nodded, wary of her. Amelia felt exposed and lonely. She was trying to create a new life away from her her cursed surname and all it represented. All she'd succeeded in doing was changing her degree and ensuring she was living independently of her powerful sister. She'd yet to secure a job to be financially separatist of her parents.

With classes, family obligations and pressures from all sides she hadn't made any friends. Had it not been for her surname, her Friday night would've been spent sitting alone in her dorm working; her room-mate went home at weekends.

Hand resting on her lower back, he guided her to the main reception doors of the dormitory. She spun round and kissed him on the lips.

Stunned he stepped back, holding her at a distance by her wrists.

'What are you doing?'

'Returning the favour,' she offered as an excuse.

'I work on security here. My job is to keep the students safe. I'm paid, I don't need favours; especially the kind you're offering. What do you think people are going to believe your job is if that's the kind of payback you return?'

Amelia felt a blush creep up her neck.

'I'm married. I love my wife. Little girls hold no interest for me. I'm sorry if you're having a tough time but I can't help in the way you want. Maybe a college counsellor.'

Before enduring any further humiliation as to what 'help' was available, Amelia fled inside and threw herself on her bed, refusing to move from the room or answer her phone for the entire weekend.

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She was forced out of hiding when her sister demanded her presence as a pledge for the sorority. As Rebecca bleated out a speech about the core values and aims of Gamma Delta Epsilon, Amelia fazed out.

'Amelia, can I see you in my study please?' asked Rebecca publicly.

Knowing she couldn't refuse, Amelia lurked into her sister's office. It was pristine clean; full of trophies and framed awards reflecting all her achievements. Rebecca sat down. Once Amelia had finished studying her sister's accomplishments, from the corner of her eye she caught Rebecca nodding at her; inching her to sit.

'Mitch has been sorted,' said Rebecca simply.

'What?' asked Amelia, genuinely confused.

'Mitch. The security guard from Friday night. He's been sorted.'

'In what way?'

'In the way that he won't be working here again.'

'But why?'

'I have eyes and ears everywhere Amelia. It's not his place to be speaking to a Worthington like that. Not only was it disrespectful but it was potentially very embarrassing for you. Rejection is hard for anyone to deal with, but when it comes from an inferior it's unforgivable. Our tuition fees and generous donations to this college pay his wages. He worked here to serve us and from what I hear he didn't service you on Friday, despite your attempt.'

Amelia was mortified.

'The security guard didn't do anything wrong. He was married. He did his job and if anything he was very kind. I was drunk and idiotic. You can't sack him.'

'I didn't. Not personally. His contract is terminated.'

'But that's not fair.'

'If you don't like how events have transpired since your disappearing act on Friday from that exclusive party I worked hard to get you entry to, perhaps you should be a little more selective and discreet about your midnight liaisons.'

Amelia stormed out of her sister's office - fuming at the injustice of sacking the innocent security guard, but equally angry at her sister's barbed comments. If Rebecca wanted selective and discreet then Amelia would deliver the opposite in abundance.

Seething in the cafeteria at lunch, she observed the various cliques eating together. The marked differences and unspoken rules of intermingling helped Amelia prepare her next course of action.

Heading to the sunny quad, she walked to the left hand side where the stoners and skateboarders sat. Most of them looked high or dozy. Few appeared as though they were actually capable of using their skateboards but their image was striking. She sat herself between a young Rastafarian and chubby spotted youth.

'You guys got a spliff you can spare a puff of?' she asked boldly.

Both boys caught each other's eyes to exchange a meaningful glance.

'It's not something we can really do out here, if you know what I mean,' said the Rastafarian cautiously. 'What makes you think we even do it?'

She could see he was suspect to her intrusion. His friend however was bowled over by her presence.

'I definitely have some puff back at my dorm. If you want to come back I can skin-up and we can share a joint.'

'Sounds like a plan. When's good for you?'

'Whenever you want. It's not like I spend much time in classes anyway,' he smiled shyly.

They walked together over the impeccably kept lawns of the college. She took his hand as the strode towards the boys dorms on the East side in plain view of anyone watching.

'You're Amelia Worthington right?' he asked.

She grimaced, hating that he knew her name and she knew nothing about him.

'Yeah I am.'

'That's cool. You weren't what I was expecting,' he said leisurely.

'Is that a good thing or bad?'

'Definitely good.'

Flaunting the strict rules of separate gender dormitories, Amelia brazenly walked with her new 'friend' into his room. He rolled a spliff, lit it and passed it to her. Taking a long drag on it, her entire body and mind relaxed. Stoned they discussed the random and inane.

Amelia studied the stoner whose name she hadn't even cared to ask. He was chubby, but at six foot he could carry it off. The spots on his face made him look younger. His face was elfish with twinkling brown eyes, a cheeky smile and chipmunk cheeks. She ran a hand up his thigh.

'Fancy being naughty?'

'What you got in mind?'

'Come outside and play,' she suggested.

They went out and Amelia dragged him to the side of the dormitories where there were was shrubbery offering a tiny degree of privacy. Her hand went straight to his crotch and pressed against it. He gasped in astonishment. She rubbed her palm up and down the flies of his mid-calf length skater shorts. Amelia felt a frisson herself with what was stiffening under her touch. The outline of the growing erection was one that promised to please. Locating the length of the shaft, she gripped it and squeezed. Even through his shorts and underwear she could feel it throbbing.

'It’s the middle of the day,' he reminded her.

'It's now or never big boy.'

Pushing him against the outer wall of the dormitory, she tilted to kiss him. His tongue thrust straight into her mouth, swirling like a washing machine. He was inexperienced, which was going to make this more chorish than she had anticipated, but it was a necessity given her current circumstances.

As his lips crushed hers, his tongue reaching down her throat, she undid his shorts and worked her hand down his pants. His tummy was soft and squidgy, but his cock was rock hard. As her hand made contact with his naked dick she thought he might climax on the spot. She slipped her other hand in, delving lower to cup his balls and massage them as she wanked him.

His eyes were closed, head pointed to the sky. Amelia correctly assumed he was desperately trying to distract himself to prolong the encounter. He had never come across a girl like Amelia and it was unlikely he ever would again. Blowing his load prematurely would not only disappoint her, but would mean a missed opportunity and lifetime regret for the stoner.

Licking her palm, she rolled it over the head of his cock and he moaned aloud. Loud enough to draw the attention of passer byers. Amanda unzipped his shorts, tugged them down; pleased to see the helmet of his dick poking through his boxers. Her lips went around the head and she sucked hard, his balls tightened in the hand that continued to knead them.

Releasing him she flicked her tongue over the slit of his helmet, then licked the length of his shaft. He was cursing under his breath, hoping he could exercise the self restraint required. Teasing him further, she dropped her hands from his scrotum and licked his balls. The muscles in his thighs quivered. When she opened her mouth to take both balls in her mouth, his entire body shuddered.

Releasing him she got up from her knees, to meet his eyes. She was pleased to see the thick cock remained hard, protruding and dripping pre-cum. With a finger she scooped the watery droplet from the helmet and licked her finger, gazing coyly at him.

'What you fancy doing?' she asked, turning the dominative direction of the sex over to him.

'Whatever you want,' he said with uncertainty.

Exasperated by his childish approach, she took his hand, leading it under her dress and into her knickers.

'Have you ever touched a girl down there?' she asked, her hand over his, guiding his fingers over her trimmed pubis, nestling his middle finger on her clit.

He shook his head. His honesty and innocence appealed to her. Amelia's middle finger over his, she gently rubbed her clit, teaching him how the sensitive area worked. She exerted slight pressure directly on it, then trailed his fingers in circles around it, occasionally gliding over it. Whimpering as