Free Seduced In College (Campus Dorm Room School student One Night Stand Erotica Girl Romance Sex Stories series) by Mia Perry Page A

somewhere
outside of Boston.  You know those places where the rusty cars are crushed
into pieces.
     
    The car worked perfectly for us most of the
time.  We did many things together, including having hot sex inside. 
Don’t get me wrong.  I’m a girl.  I need good sex, too.  Did you
know that the sex not only gives you a good time but it helps you burn calories
and reduces the risk of heart attack?  It’s that important.
     
    My junky 1989 Ford Probe GL was really our love
nest.  It was full of romance and memory.  I swore I would never,
ever sell this little lovely car.  Never for the rest of my life.
     
    Unfortunately, that's all history now.  Everything I
see, touch, or smell reminds me my boyfriend.  I loved him so much but
want to tear him apart now.  I hate this car!  I want to get rid of
it.  I want to send it to the junk yard and crush it into a million
pieces. 
     
    I want to get a new car instead.  The funny thing is,
I can have one without lifting a finger.  The moment I touch that magic
button on my iPhone, my ice-queen mother will pick up the phone.  As long
as I can tolerate the half-hour soprano (maybe one hour, max), I will be picked
up by one of her drivers.  I will get a brand new Porsche (or whatever I
want) tomorrow morning.  I will become sickeningly rich again. 
     
    However, that half-hour soprano is absolutely unbearable
for me.  If I take that, I will have to take ten, twenty, or a hundred
hours more of lessons from my mother.  The way she gives me the lessons
makes me wonder if she really is my birth mother.  I will refuse to
believe it, even if she can prove by the most expensive DNA testing. 
     

Chapter Three
    My eyes focus on the road.  Driving in a snowstorm is
no kidding.  I’m a city girl.  I have never driven so far away in the
night.  There is absolutely no light at all.  I see mountains, trees,
and fields.  Only a small farm now and then tells me I’m still in a
civilized world.
     
    The snowflakes build a thick wall in the air.  I
can’t see very far.  I can’t tell where the road shoulders are. 
There is no way to see the lanes.  Fortunately, there are no other cars
around.  I simply drive in the middle of the road.  I’m driving at
about thirty five or forty miles per hour so I can stop when an emergency
occurs.
     
    Suddenly, I smell the gas.  The car shakes like in an
earthquake.  I push the gas pedal all the way down, hoping the car won’t
do the usual.  Unfortunately, it does.  The engine spits out a huge
plume of black smoke like what you see in a volcano eruption.  It
struggles a few more rounds with huge noises, and then goes dead completely.
     
    The whole world becomes absolutely quiet.  I can hear
my heart beating.  I manage to steer my car to the shoulder and push the hazard
lights button.
     
    Now what?  I’m panicked.  The temperature in the
car is dropping fast.  If I don’t get the engine started quickly, the car
is going to become a freezer real soon.
     
    I push the gas a few times.  Then, I step all the way
down.  I pray for every god I know to help, bite my lower lip tightly, and
then turn the key.
     
    The engine roars.  I let go the gas pedal
slowly.  Suddenly, it stalls.  I try again.  The same
happens.  After a while, I stop trying.  I worry the battery may die
completely.  I want to have the lights on so people driving by may see me.
     
    Am I expecting people to stop and help?  I really
don’t know.  I know I can’t stay for long in a car with no heat. 
However, what will happen if a man sees a girl stuck in a little car?  In
my dictionary, man equals pain .  I don’t trust them at all.
     
    Should I call someone for help?  I don’t have a
Triple A coverage.  You don’t have to tell me it’s dirt cheap.  I
used to think a BMW was dirt cheap, too.  I didn’t buy the coverage
because that little amount of money had to satisfy another financial need with a
much higher