Free Forbidden (short steamy romance) by V T Turner Page B

tried to avoid.
     
    He bounded into the classroom, grabbed everyone’s attention and gave them a quick once over. A few cuties on the front row; a couple of older, more experienced, but very attractive women at the back, too old for him; too knowledgable of the sort of man he was. And then there was the brunette, unimposing, nervous. She was fiddling with her bag, her attention purposely diverted from the busy room. He stood and stared, admired her momentarily, waited for her to lift her eyes to look at him.
     
    He liked Elly Waterhouse but there were far more attractive propositions in the glass. One of them who clearly liked him was a gorgeous blonde, she made his cock hard just looking at her. She had a tight body, something he was desperate to see more of, and an idiot’s smile.
     
    When the class finished he pretended to be sorting out a few files, looking over and around them to admire the many girls that left. The older ones weren’t too bad, one of them, potentially the best one, was as old as Mrs Coleman but she had a body to match those of the firm twenty-somethings around her. He contemplated her, thought about giving it a go, it had been a long time since he had slept with anyone his own age, but he let it go when he saw that the blonde had waited behind and was descending the stairs to talk to him.
     
    He watched her walk, watched every move her sumptuous body made, every ripple of her toned and tanned thighs. She strode up to him with the confidence and wide-smile of someone who knew just how stunning they were but didn’t know much else.
     
    She talked about nothing and everything, giggling away and toying with her hair in between her bullshit. He listened and pretended he was interested, but all the while he was thinking about fucking her. About slipping in between those thick, tight and glorious thighs, pressing inside her warm, moist vagina, fucking her until that high pitched voice screamed a scream to end all screams and then finishing on her tits, blowing his load on those bouncy, glorious beasts that she kept restrained behind that thin blouse.
     
    He knew the other girl was in the stands, knew she was watching them. He couldn’t stop himself from looking at the blonde when she left, from flashing one last glance at her gorgeous thighs, her tight backside, but he was quick, experienced in watching without being seen. He immediately turned his eyes to the girl in the stands after that. She was the same age as the blonde, just as inexperienced in life and even more so in sex, the blonde had been around the block, that was obvious, but Elly looked naive, inexperienced. She would be easier, cleaner, probably better.
     
    He smiled at her, gave her exactly what she wanted. In reply he received the confirmation that he needed. She was already obsessed with him, it was going to be easier than he thought.
     
     
    2
     
    On her fourth day, Elly sat in the dining hall eating an egg and cress sandwich and trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, aware that with every bite she took she was risking the chance of getting the little stalky bits of cress stuck in her teeth. She worried that everyone was watching her and judging her but she didn’t look at them to confirm her worries. She kept her eyes on the wall at the front, reading and rereading a series of posters that advertised upcoming events in the university calendar. She was straining to see the small print on a poster about Salsa lessons when she was joined by a man in his mid twenties.
     
    He sat down opposite, plonking a lunch tray down on the table. She had chosen to bring her own food purely because lunch trays, no matter how upmarket they were -- regardless of the lack of ‘dinner ladies’ and gruel with suspect origins -- reminded her of school.
     
    “Hello there, Elly right?”
     
    Elly simply nodded, meeting his gaze and then looking away shyly. He had a stern face, boyish good looks. He looked like an athlete, had the thick